#only to be jumpscared by the taste of coffee

[joshuamj]

they put COFFEE in my fucKING HOT CHOCOLATE

[woewriting]

amae (ii)

pairing: cairo sweet | reader summary: cairo's actions continue to frustrate you, but when unspoken words are finally said out loud, you understand her. word count: 4619 warnings: mdni, +18 only! jumpscare: mr. miller, sexual tension, a bit of angst, jealous cairo, small reader x winnie situation, scisorring, face riding (reader receiving), language, smut in general, brief softness.

part 1 . part 2 | masterlist

Apparently, college parties were a bit different in Tennessee, which was a sweet surprise to you. Different from the ones you were used to back in your hometown, this one was hosted at the English professor’s house  — you noticed as soon as you opened the front door, a picture of him with his wife near the entrance.

You raised your eyebrows when you bumped into your professor, an apologetic smile on his face.

“I didn't see you there, I'm sorry.” He touched your arm in a weak squeeze before placing his hand back in his pocket, the other holding a red mug.

“It's okay, Mr. Miller. I didn't know you would be here.” 

“I always host this reading before the actual party. My wife and I will go on a weekend trip and Winnie asked if she could host a ‘small’ gathering; apparently, the house they usually go to for the party is unavailable. Beatrice left after noon. Smart decision of hers.” You laughed at his expression, knowing damn well it would be anything but small. You could tell by the faces around you that you never saw in any of his classes or readings before. They didn’t exactly fit the ‘tortured-poet’ profile “Are you joining us for the reading? It started a few minutes ago, I just came to the kitchen to get some more coffee. Cairo should start at any moment.”

At the mention of her name, you felt a bitter taste in your mouth and you took a deep breath. 

A week had passed since the girl sat on your lap, kissed you, allowed you to touch her and then started acting as if nothing happened. During classes, you could feel her eyes on you, that uncomfortable feeling of being watched taking over your senses every five minutes, as if she was waiting for you to turn around and smile at her.

But you didn't. You avoided her like the plague. As soon as the class ended, you gathered your materials, plugged in your earphones and left without looking back. 

Winnie complained a few times about your sudden avoidance of her and Cairo, asking non stop what had happened, if she did something that got you upset, but all you could do was apologize and say you had a lot on your mind with finals and assignments with a short deadline. It wasn't a full lie, but the girl could see the change in your expressions.

And now, all that hard work to avoid the brunette would go downhill as she was waiting a couple steps away from where you were standing, waiting for Mr. Miller's returnal so she could read what she had prepared for tonight.

“Cairo and I aren't in the best place right now, if I'm being honest. I didn't know she would be here.” 

“Oh…” The man scratched his chin. “I didn't know that, I'm sorry. If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate in asking. I know Cairo, she can be… stubborn.”

You bit the inside of your cheeks at the statement. During your first days in Mr. Miller's class, Winnie kept you updated on the strange relationship Cairo had with your now professor; on how starstruck the young writer was at being close to someone she admires and looks up to. It was uncomfortable seeing how close he would be to her, making your stomach twist inside you with anxiety, yet there was nothing you could do as she seemed happy to be noticed by him. 

When you asked about this whole situation to Cairo, trying to disguise your reactions, she told you: “he is someone I admire and I know he can help me with my writing. I look forward to our meetings as I have his attention all to myself.” You gave her a small smile that nearly made your eyes shake. Just like now.

You blinked a few times, pursing your lips together. 

“We'll be fine.” You decided to answer, not truly believing in that. “But I appreciate the offering, Mr. Miller.”

“Anytime.” 

“Does your wife know that soon her house will have drunk people stumbling against the walls?” You asked in an attempt to ease the sudden awkward silence.

“God, no.” He laughed.

“I’ll try to keep the glass decoration in one piece.” Once again his hand rested on your arm for a few seconds in a silent ‘thank you’ before he checked the silvery watch on his wrist. 

“The reading is almost finished. Walk with me?”

Unable to deny the request, you simply nodded, walking in front of the professor as he motioned to you. 

The second you arrived in the living room, your eyes landed on her like a magnet. It might be because she was standing in the improvised stage by the window, or because of the deadly stare she locked on you when you walked in with Mr. Miller by your side. If she had a laser in her eyes, you'd be a sieve by now with thick blood covering the dark wood floor. 

A hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you to the corner. Winnie smiled at you, saying she saved you a seat by her side on the couch even though she wasn’t sure you'd be here for the reading. The childish side of yours screamed for you to answer her with: “if I knew she would be here, I wouldn't have come” in a very annoying voice, but you only smiled at her, squirming in the leather couch. 

The room was in complete silence, waiting for the girl staring at you to start her reading. Cairo took a deep breath, licking her dry lips to start. The sun was starting to descend on the window behind her, transforming that whole scene into a beautiful portrait that your mind would keep for as long as you could remember.

“And as I witness her most intense intentions through dark eyes, with hands marking mine own peachy skin in a bruising grasp, I fall asunder above her. My body; weak, begging, pleading for her merciless touch as I watch her slam the door shut. The smell of something burning fills the walls, yet it's not the smoke that leaves my lungs, it's the fog that fills as I turn, fated to fall and fated to fail, and wish for her gaze, my resolute resistance scrawled in sand, tumbling through her open hands just as through the neck of our hourglass.

From the high, the grayness takes form; thick, lascivious, dangerous. The unsureness of faith buries words that one day I aim to say. Miserable thing, watching with tearful eyes as she leaves. The tree branches knock on the window, witnessing the whole pitiful scene engraved in my memory.”

You paid attention to every word she enunciated with a strong, determined voice, it felt like she was trying to open your skull and carve each one onto your brain matter. You felt dizzy at them, heart beating fast against your ribcage. While everyone applauded the young writer, you clenched your jaw, swallowing nothing that would help your sudden dry mouth. 

Cairo smiled, the type of smile that would make anyone drop to their knees and pray for her. Winnie was excited by your side, the subtle scent of alcohol you smelled on her made you laugh. The girl was loud and, at the moment, when all eyes turned to you two, you regretted sitting by her side. From across the living room, your eyes met hers again, now sat beside Mr. Miller while he whispered something in her ear to which she smiled wide, turning to him. 

As another student took over the stage, you couldn’t absorb any words that were said, disappearing into thin air. All you could focus on was Cairo’s hand occasionally touching his forearm when she leaned to say something in his ear, earning a quiet laugh from the professor, the urge to stand up and drag her away from that bothering situation, instead you walked to the kitchen in hopes to find a single drop of alcohol that would make that tension vanish from your body. Soon, Winnie joined you. 

“This is so boring, my God!” She whined, sitting up on the kitchen island while eyeing you up and down in the bright light for the first time. “You’re  overdressed as usual, I see.”

“Your underwear as usual, I see.” Winnie spread her legs as long as the short leather skirt allowed her to, giving you the high quality view of a lacy underwear as she takes the vodka bottle from your hands, taking a long sip, feeling the burning spreading over her chest with a satisfied hum.

“You like?”

You let out a huff, looking away. “You wish.”

“I will kiss you one day.” She said more to herself than to you, like a secret promise that escaped due to the lack of inhibition — not that she had any, even in her sober moments that word didn't exist in her vocabulary.

Shaking your head at her statement, you pulled the sleeves of your sweater, taking the half empty bottle from her hands and getting ready to prepare yourself a drink that didn’t taste like a slow death. 

The reading kept on until the sun was completely set in the horizon, turning the living room into a dark scenario, lit only by the yellowish color from the table lamps. Slowly, the students started leaving while others arrived, walking in the house with bottles and bottles of alcohol, storing them in the kitchen’s fridge.

While you paid attention to the cup in your hands, wondering how long it would take for you to detach from the reality that was drowning you, you felt a bump on your shoulder.

“What is it?” 

Winnie signalized with her head, making you look over your shoulder, witnessing Cairo and Mr. Miller talking near the stairwell that would lead to the second floor of the house. 

“I think he wants to take her upstairs.”

“She can do whatever she wants, Winnie.” You mumbled, trying not to squeeze the cup in your hand when taking a sip. The bitterness making you frown. “Cairo is a big girl.”

“Are you sure about that?” 

“What do you mean?” Turning back to her, your eyebrows sewn together in confusion.

“Because she won’t stop looking at us.” You shrugged, finishing your drink in one long sip. You felt your stomach complain at the big wave of alcohol. 

“She can disappear with him for all I care.”

Winnie tilted her head, still looking at the two of them with narrowed eyes. “Oh, so I shouldn’t say they’re going upstairs and she seems pretty excited about it?”

“Yup, not a single thought about it is on my mind right now.” Grabbing the bottle again from her hands, less subtle and emptier than the first time, you poured yourself a very generous sip on your cup, drowsy smiling to Winnie when you handed over the, now completely empty, bottle. 

As the minutes went by and the alcohol went in, your control over your senses were slowly losing its grip and you started to worry about Cairo against your will. Controlling the impulse to run upstairs as you weren’t drunk enough to blame on the booze, you shook your head, leaning your body against Winnie’s while the girl talked excitedly to a random boy from the football team, your mind too caught up analyzing the things the young writer said earlier to pay attention to any conversation around you. 

The music wasn't loud enough as the professor still hadn't left, but you could feel every beat of it synchronized with the beat of your heart. 

Your fingers found the skin of Winnie's thigh, starting to draw random lines out of boredom. Other than the girl, and Cairo, you weren't familiar with the faces that kept on surging from the front door every five minutes.

“If you keep doing that, I'll drag you upstairs too.” Black whispered, making you tilt your chin up at her.

“Maybe you should.” 

Winnie was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. From the hazel eyes to the plump lips that looked so attractive at that moment, getting closer and closer, making a tingling feeling crawl over your legs like a spider. You wanted to kiss her, and you would have, if it weren't for the footsteps coming from behind you, making Black pull away. You knew it was Mr. Miller, the strong perfume making your nose burn. 

The older man stood in front of you, looking at Winnie who was still seated on the marble island, an innocent glow in her eyes that almost made you laugh, but a hand wrapping around your wrist pulled you away from that situation. All you could hear as you were being dragged to the — now empty — living room was Mr. Miller asking the girl to behave and to not destroy his house or he would fail her. You laughed to yourself.

“Did you seriously allowed Mr. Miller to take me upstairs?” Cairo asked, pulling at the sleeves of your sweater like a spoiled kid when you refused to look at her, waving at the professor when he turned around to leave, leaving the house and a bunch of teenagers and new-adults unsupervised.

Your eyes were dark and your body a little soft when you stared at her, yet you still were in control of your actions, the drinks just diminished the worry of doing or saying something wrong. At that point, you didn't care about what left your mouth. You wanted to curse the young writer.

“He's our English teacher, not a serial killer.”

“He could've forced me to do something!”

“You seemed pretty excited to go with him. Now, excuse me, I'm gonna find Winnie so we can finish what we were about to start.” Before you could walk past a furious Cairo, her hand, once again, glued to your chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You blew me off, Cairo. What did you expect? That I would run after you and beg for your attention?"

"Yes!"

You let out a breathy sigh, the corner of your lips up in disbelief. "You really are so self-centered, you don't care about anyone other than yourself. You're a fucking bitch!"

"And you're dying to fuck this self-centered bitch."

"Not after Mr. Miller, thank you." You scolf sarcastically.

"He didn't fuck me, you idiot.” The hand in your chest grabbed the fabric of your sweater, pulling you down to her so she could whisper with lips nearly pressing on yours. “He wasn't you." 

Her eyes softened as well as the fist that held you in place, moving it to the back of your head. 

Staring at her eyes, you didn't know what to find. You didn't even know what you wanted to find. Maybe a sincere answer.

“Cairo…” You started, sighing against her lips, closing your eyes for a brief moment, trying to gather cohesive words to form a sentence. You blamed the alcohol for this pathetic lack of senses. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to care. I want you to show how desperate you are to have me, how you crave my body in your hands.” You swallowed hard, carefully listening to the whispery confession, the soft motion of her lips grabbing your attention. Once again, you wanted to steal that small freckle from her upper lip. “I want you to burn my skin with your fingers and bruise me with your mouth. And if you really wanted me to be yours, you would've turned around, thrown me on that fucking bed and taken me.” The strong pronunciation of that last part got your body heating up, the urge in your chest spreading in your veins and mixing with the existing alcohol. 

“You’re not very clear in your intentions, Cairo. You’re good at saying everything and nothing.”

Taking your hand, the writer pressed it against her chest. She took a deep breath, goosebumps covering her body at the warm feeling of having your hand touching her again.

“Can you feel that?” You nodded, letting your forehead gently fall against hers. “Do you understand now or do I have to draw it for you?”

Suddenly, your brain became fogged and you were getting lost again. You saw dark brown eyes. You felt a strong bumping in your hands. You smelled woody cologne and cinnamon. Yet, you didn't know where to go. 

“I want you to draw for me.” You said, desperately trying to find the right path.

Cairo nodded her head, pulling you with her once again, but this time, with her fingers intertwined on yours and more gentle than the first time. You trailed behind, careful to not trip on the stairs as she led the both of you somewhere you didn't know, the lights were off on the second floor, making impossible for you to see anything that wasn't right in front of you.

You heard the sound of a door opening and being locked once closed. The moonlight was invading the room through the open curtains. Blinking a few times to adjust the blurred vision, you felt your body being pushed against a soft mattress and a lightweight on top of you.

“I'll draw it for you.” Cairo whispered, pressing her lips on yours in a chaste kiss. “Do you have any idea of what you do to me?” She asked while kissing down your neck, your hands squeezing her waist over the cotton fabric. You shook your head, licking your dry lips, still tasting her lip balm on them. “Here, let me show it to you.” 

Cairo sat on your hips, guiding one of your hands under the white dress, in between her legs. Flashbacks returned and your heart stopped beating for a second while she moved herself on your fingertips, eyes locked on yours, a smirk surging in the darkness. When you moaned at the warmth that embraced your fingers, she did the same.

You breathed out the air that was stuck in your lungs, affected by the scene that unwrapped in front of your eyes. It was a erotic, alluring view, slowly burning itself into your brain like a polaroid. A flash of smile drew on Cairo’s face, satisfied with the reactions coming from you, with the way your eyes stared at her with a dark, flame of desire, lips parted as you struggled to breath.

The cold touch of her rings sent shivers down your spine when her hand wrapped itself around your neck, pressing the sides of it, feeling the pulsating vein under her fingertips. A sob escaping her throat when your fingers easily slipped into her, burying themselves in the warmth of her velvety walls, clenching around you, while the heel of your hand pressed against her swollen clit.

A vile glow shining in the dark brown eyes when she leaned down, squeezing the sides of neck harder as she felt the knot inside her getting tighter. That feeling of desperation growing impatient in her chest.

“Have I lost myself, or have I gained you?” You asked in a soft voice, following a steady pace with your fingers as she moved herself on you. Even when you were the one carrying her in your hands, it was hers that controlled the air in your lungs. 

You’ve always seen Cairo as a spoiled girl that grew up in a big house, having all her wishes wrapped in a pretty paper waiting for her on her bed when she came home from school. But now, as she falls apart in your hands, saying your name like a sacred mantra, you saw beyond words and actions, you saw the urge to be held and cared for, like a little girl that didn’t get a hug after they wake up.  

Staring at her in awe, you felt tears coming to the brim of your eyes, the squeeze cutting every small space for the air to bring you life, but you didn't care, not when you saw the vision of what heaven must be like; the curly brown hair falling over her right shoulder, the soft strands tickling the skin of your neck as she fell over you, hiding on your chest.

Coming down from her high, Cairo carried a sly smile when she looked at you. Her kiss tasted like ashes, bitter, against your tongue. 

“You taste sweet.” The writer whispered in between kisses, sucking your tongue into her mouth over and over, sighing in pleasure at the fingers that slid off of her. Carefully bringing your coated fingers to your mouth, you wrapped your lips around them, being watched with full blown eyes every movement of yours.

“And you taste divine.” 

It only took a millisecond for her lips to meet yours once again, the softness of the act long forgotten as she bit your lower lip, tasting the iron in her tongue with a sadistic smile at the painful cry you let out, squeezing her ass in your hands; burning the peachy skin with your fingertips. The words of her writing echoing inside your brain, spreading it on your blood flow. 

“I like this sweater, you look charming in dark blue.” Her hand found the collar of it, tip of her fingers tracing the skin underneath, making the fabric itch around your neck. “Take it off.” Despite the sweet tone in her voice, you obeyed the breathy order, pulling it over your head and tossing it somewhere in the unknown bedroom. Cairo stood up, removing the brown leather boots and her own dress, the white lacey set that remained on her body making you gulp. 

The writer stood in between your legs, her hands on your hair while yours held her by her waist, goosebumps all over her body as you kissed the toned abs, softly biting the skin.

Cairo looked down at you with curious eyes, the tip of her tongue trapped between her teeth, admiring the small galaxies your mouth left all over her like she was an empty canvas that needed some color. And you were doing the perfect job, painting an universe on her skin as you knelt down, bringing her underwear along with it. The writer kicked the useless cloth, putting her leg over your shoulder and hooking it behind your head; you salivated at the view of her cunt glistening in front of you. 

One of her hands caressed your face with gentleness, her thumb sliding over your bottom lip before she made you open your mouth, pushing her hips closer to your lips. She was dripping on your tongue, the taste of her filling your mouth as you hummed in pleasure, licking what escaped your agape mouth. 

The big brown eyes stared at you in flames, burning your skin into a bright scarlet crimson. You nudge your nose closer to her, inhaling the intoxicating smell; everything about Cairo was sweet, from her last name, to her voice that could recite the most beautiful poem by core, to the honey flavor slick that dripped from her aching hole, running down her thighs at the view of you ready to worship her, and when your tongue slid in between her folds in a long, slow lick, her head fell back and a shiver went down her spine. 

Pressing your tongue flat over her hardened nub, you closed your eyes, the grip on your hair pulling you impossibly closer. You circled her clit with the tip of your tongue, drawing random patterns with precision on the sensitive nerve, earning yourself a praise that came with a smile when she looked down on you. 

Moving your hands up her thigh, you squeezed the muscle, making her ride on your tongue, aggressively and delicious. The sounds escaping your open mouth reverberated all over her sensitive flesh. 

Cairo was an exhibitionist, she adored having eyes on her all the time, paying attention to every admirable detail that was attached to her. And having you on your knees praying against her cunt was filthy, enticing and agonizing, that heat wave scorching her insides and melting on your tongue, and you made sure to swallow it with a gratifying smile.

You could suffocate in between her legs and it would be a heavenly death. 

Kissing your way up, you brought her body closer, circling her waist as she hooked both legs around you, sliding her tongue over your shiny lips before you dropped her on the bed. Cairo was about to complain at the lack of care, but she soon shut her mouth, watching you kick your converse to the side and unbuttoning the tailored pants that hugged your curves in the right places.

Taking a deep breath, you slid the fabric down, taking your underwear with you, the shyness taking over you once you were free from any cloth covering your body; all this being watched with lustful eyes. 

The young writer’s eyes pierced your soul, engraving in her brain every mole you had around your shoulders, silently choosing her favorite one to add to the list of small details of your body she loved and kept fresh in her memories, always making sure to add ‘em in her writing. It amazes her how you never noticed the importance you had in her work, you were her muse. 

“Come to me.”

She didn’t have to ask twice, at the sound of her sweet voice your feet led your body closer to hers, moving according to her words, your knees sinking in the mattress only to find balance on top of her.  Her hands on your back brought you closer and you fell, once again, into that piquant feeling where it felt like you were about to drown, but her lips on your neck got you breathing in fervor. 

It was easy for the brunette to take control, reversing positions and sitting atop your abdomen, gripping one of your legs and casting one of hers in between them, fitting herself against you. 

“Fuck, Cairo.” You mewl, closing your eyes at the aggressive way she pressed herself down, easily gliding on you. One of your hands found her thigh, squeezing the flesh until it blemished under your fingertips, moving your hips according to the pace she set. It was cruel, desperate, the dark brown eyes fluttering closed. 

The bed slammed against the wall, the old wood-frame fated to snap at any moment; you didn’t care, it was impossible to focus on anything that wasn’t the girl in between your legs, rubbing herself on you with an inner desire to split you in half. You dazed at her, the angelical aura surrounding her like an armor, preventing the sins from escaping the walls of the still unknown bedroom like the squelching noises were, the lewd sounds from the both of you echoing around the hallway for anyone that dared to come closer and press their ears against the locked door. 

When the impetuous climax hit you like a jolt of electricity spreading in your veins, Cairo fell on top of you, exhaustion taking over her senses as well as the tired muscles complaining from all the spasms. 

The writer looked at you, tearful eyes as you soothed her bare back with an equally pleasured expression. Your bodies were weak, relying on each other at such a delicate and overwhelming moment, marked in black and blue by your hands and mouth, a greedy memory that will last. And if it ever vanishes, like the galaxies made out of bruises, all you needed to do is knock on her window.

[sanest-bsd-delegate]

𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗘

Oneshot: Just one movie night with them [Dazai x reader x chuuya [pm era]] Genre: General fluff A/N: Cries →Masterlist

It was a calm and quiet evening at the Port Mafia, a rare occurrence considering the usual chaos that surrounded its parameter, but tonight, however, seemed to be a special night - a movie night. You had suggested the idea to Dazai and Chuuya, hoping that a peaceful evening together might bridge the gap between the two and that you three could hangout again.

The continuous missions had drained everyone out, and the best way to chill while having peace was having a movie night, or so you thought.

As dusk settled in, you found yourself in your own room, setting up a cozy movie-watching space. Pillows and blankets were across the floor, and a variety of snacks were artfully arranged on the coffee table which resisted at the side of the room. The room was dimly lit, creating an ambiance perfect for relaxation.

Dazai strolled in with his characteristic nonchalant grin, hands in his pockets. "Ah, my dear Y/N, what a splendid idea you've had. A movie night, how utterly delightful."

Chuuya followed shortly after, his hat slightly askew. He crossed his arms, eyeing the setup with a mix of curiosity and scepticism. "Hmph. You better not have chosen some sappy romance flick, or I'm out of here."

A sudden realisation hit Dazai and Chuuya as they both eyed each other, looking at you and then seeing each other again, as you stood akwardly with a bowl of popcorn in your arms waiting for the two to stop giving each other looks.

You chuckled, feeling a mix of nerves and questionability, as you break the silence, "Don't worry, Chuuya. I've picked a movie that I think we will enjoy."

Chuuya murmured something under his breath as he comes close to you, taking the bowl of popcorn you held, while he procedded to seat himself at the egde of the makeshift tent you made to watch the movie.

Nothing but silence engulfed the place as you sat down in the middle of the duo, Dazai on your right, and chuuya on your left.

As everything was finally settled down, you started the movie. Throughout the movie, you found yourself stealing glances at Dazai and Chuuya. Surprisingly, they seemed to be engaged, sharing amused smirks at the humorous moments.

A sudden jumpscare in the movie caused you to jump where you resisted, causing Dazai whose head laid on your lap sleeping to jolt awake.

Chuuya couldn't help but chuckle at the particularly scene, due to which, his drink came through his nose as you laughed your ass off, Dazai joining in, his laughter unexpectedly genuine. You smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment in having a good time even if just for this moment.

As the movie progressed, Dazai's attention seemed to drift toward you. He leaned in, his voice a low murmur only you could hear. "You really do have a way of making the ordinary seem extraordinary, Y/N"

Raising your eyebrow slightly, you whispered back, "Says the one who was asleep for like what? half the movie"

Chuuya, ever observant, shot a glance in your direction, his eyes narrowing playfully. "Hey, you two better not be having a secret conversation over there."

Dazai leaned back, feigning innocence. "Oh, Chuuya, just admiring Y/N's taste in movies."

"Says the one who sleeps throughout it"

You and Chuuya look at each other as you spoke at the same time, as Dazai held his stupid smile, before grabbing the bowl of popcorn from Chuuya only for Chuuya to hold it down with gravity.

You burst out in laughter as Dazai hits the floor, only to realise Dazai never touched the bowl, he slipped over the blanket you had laid at the floor.

As the movie neared its end, you couldn't help but notice the comfortable atmosphere that had settled in. Dazai's carefree charm and Chuuya's gruff exterior seemed to have mellowed in each other's presence.

You lay your head on Chuuya's shoulder, while Dazai tried to sleep on your lap, only for him to pull you away from Chuuya, and making you rest your head on his chest.

"What the fuck bastard-"

"uh ahu uh"

You removed yourself from Dazai's arm before you started to tickle him, and surprisingly, Dazai was a very tickable person.

You and Chuuya gave each other a silent nod, as you head Dazai's leg, while Chuuya held Dazai's arm, before throwing him on the bed and grabbing the nearest pillow, hitting Dazai with the most force you could do.

"That's-" smack "what" smack "you" smack "get" smack "for" "ruining" smack "my time"

The movie was long forgotten, until a loud shriek was heard, only for you three to turn your head towards the TV screen which played the movie.

The credits rolled, as you three stretched lazily. Chuuya shot you a rare smile. "Well, Y/N, I must admit, this wasn't a bad idea. Thanks."

Dazai chimed in, his smile equally genuine. "Indeed, , you've managed to create an evening of unexpected harmony. It would be perfect if you-"

"Shut the fuck up you maniac"

"Says the one who-"

As the night wound down, you felt a sense of contentment. Even if this movie night had never served as a purpose in bridging the gap between Dazai and Chuuya, you had your fun. And even if it didn't change everything, it was a memory you would always cherish - a night of laughter, bonding, and the start of something new.

"OH MY GOD DAZAI CHUUYA'S GONNA KILL YOU WHEN HE WAKES UP"

A/N 2: Tossing screaming while writing this oneshot cause holy shit this image of chuuya flashed my mind

A/N 3: Not the recent episode but also i have 0 proofread this

[ruruumin]

Hi Kiri! I hope you've been well these days, and also I love all of your masterpieces! Can I send a request where reader were getting jumpscare while watching horror movie together with Kazuha? Thank you and feel free to ignore if you don't like this request 🙏

₊˚ ᗢ kazuha x gn! reader, modern au.

⤷ what is he like, when watching horror movies?

When it comes to watching movies, the last thing you could expect is Kazuha at the front of your door. He smiled at you as he lifted a few copies of popular horror movies, with the other hand carrying a bag of take-out food. Your favorite take-out food. The one that you and he always get after classes. Or the one you always talk about going to whenever you’re hungry. Whatever it is, he has it. And it’s also been on his mind to watch a few movies with you. 

He’s always been a sucker for adventure movies. The kinds with the cheesy plot twists but amazing fight scenes. Maybe that’s why he’s so adamant about having you watch all the Dwayne the Rock Johnson movies with him last summer. Tomo dropped out after watching his third Fast n Furious movie, Heizou couldn’t stomach the cheesiness that came from a few of his older films (however he had to applaud his role in Central Intelligence), and Scaramouche gave up after watching Toothfairy (Kazuha called him a wimp under his breath). 

He’s not one for slashers because he thinks the art of gore has been pushed too far to enjoy. Watching Terrifier 1 and 2 left him with a bad taste in his mouth. How could you stomach all of that excessive violence? It takes someone with an iron gut just to sit through the first 10 minutes of the movie. It’s not to say he doesn’t like horror. The only slasher he liked was the Fear Street trilogy, and he can appreciate the classics like The Conjuring.

One thing is consistent though: Kazuha chooses the weirdest films. Not entirely weird, per se, but he has some questionable choices. He always finds good movies. He also finds the worst ones. He has with him Ethan Hawke’s Black Phone, The Taking of Deborah Logan, and Winnie the Pooh's Blood and Honey. Why does he even have the last one? He shrugged and placed the take-out food on your coffee table, saying it sounded funny. 

He doesn’t get scared when he watches these films. Mostly because you know in his head, he’s most likely thinking about what goes on behind the scenes. How did they shoot this shot? How many hours did the actors spend on makeup? Why is Winnie the Pooh such a god-awful movie? Who approved of this? 

You try not to giggle when you see him intensely staring at certain scenes, his hand covering the lower half of his face as he squints his eyes. He’s focused on analyzing every part of this movie. It’s a cute habit. He loves to rave about his favorite movies (even to the point of calling you after leaving the theater to give you his review). 

When you get to parts where the scenes grow dark, and there's that unsteady playing of the violin, he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side. He nibbles on the tip of his thumb, his fingers padding against you as he holds back a small gasp. He’s not a screamer but he’s certainly the kind that flinches at jumpscares. He’s also a lot more touchy when you watch horror movies. Whether or not it’s because he’s scared or just looking for an excuse to hang onto you is up for debate. 

If you are scared by the movie, he would tighten his hold around you, peering down at you with a cheeky smile. He would tease you for a little bit before resting his head against yours, pressing a short kiss on your crown. He’ll put both arms around you this time, holding you tight as the movie continues. When things get a little too intense, or too gory, he will place his hand over your eyes, whispering a few of his poetry to distract you from the sound of a chainsaw. 

“Why is Winnie the Pooh covered in honey, but at the same time, is starving?” He mumbles, narrowing his eyes at the screen. “What is going on in this movie? Do you like this?” “You’re the one who chose the movie…” 

[soulsilvers]

ult kantrio headcanon masterpost

⬇ here i will be compiling as much as possible of my very specific hcs about my favourite play dolls from pokemon that ive rambled about everywhere else, usually at 3 in the morning. and will be updating this post whenever i will. this is still just a small percentage of everything going on in my head lmao. ⬇

does not include futureverse, give it time in the oven.

RED 💖

mute boy born to a family of jolly, talkative and enthusiastic fishers. they make this their entire personality and reds house is very fishing themed. hes... absolutely not as enthusiastic as a kid and sick of the smell of fish, but enjoys it as an adult.

his pikachus a much bigger beast than most pikas in comparison. Supreme Champion.

during G1 he is very polite and well mannered in contrast to green and leaf. his room is tidy and he goes to bed early. though he defends all dumb rowdy shit leaf pulls anyway. this is reflected in his pkmn being more of the gentle giant sort.

he has learned a lot of cooking + baking skills from his mom and the smell of his outdoor cooking can instantly summon leaf and green (reluctantly) to him during G1. he is a huge sweet tooth as well and prefers tea over coffee.

only looks retired as an adult; often sleepy and napping and walking everywhere in crocs. boring as hell but hey its endearing when red does it. but he is very much in peak physical strength and still quickly sweeping other trainers' teams. despite his usual serene demeanor he can still go for the most rash decision and just go apeshit w his pokemon.

TERMINALLY OFFLINE. no way is he going to understand what "ratioing team rocket epic style big W" is going to mean. types bluntly, like your dad. last tweet from him was six years ago, a 240p quality video about encountering an ursaring in a hut in the middle of the woods.

his usual pokeball throw resembles a baseball pitch.

exactly just as geeky as he is athletic. he enjoys the battle tree, but he still wishes for more. his dormant interest in wildlife biology and conservation that he had as a child is soon reignited and hes gonna get that PhD.

enjoys haunted locations too much. even leaf is confused by this! he decides to buy the shittiest abandoned house. which is also haunted. but reds eyes sparkle as always, man is FLEXING and determined to renovate this thing while green is frantically experiencing literally every emotion at once from jumpscares to "huh red knowing how to renovate is kinda ehehehe" then again pacing around sobbing over what were they thinking buying this house.

GREEN 💚

his and daisy's mother was a musician with a similar personality to him. his father, prof. oak's son, was more like daisy and a humble gardener w grass pkmn by his side. neither were too interested in battling or going on adventures.

he is extremely multifaceted when it comes to styles and music tastes, for example. somehow this man can combine prep, jock, geek, stoner and punk rock to his style all at once. his music taste is ALL.

nowadays his eevee is sporting the same hairstyle as him.

millennial still trying to make his podcast a big thing. his poke-twitter is fairly professional. relatively offline, not hip enough for zoomer trainers.

a francoboo. had his boy crazy era in kalos and thus more experienced than red when it comes to relationships. some of his french ex bfs still chase after him but shit bricks every time red answers the door instead.

at least he got them to take good fancy pictures of him in kalos. and he cooks kalosian recipes quite well, spoiling red with those nicely decorated crepes. but likely he experienced some paris syndome too. when you realize lumiose city kinda often smells like piss...

not very artistic. he draws like a 5 year old.

bad at figuring out what lesbians like. he buys leaf ellen degeneres merchandise :(

hes just kind of. eternally stuck in 90s slang and still having his default insults be so hilariously lame they wouldnt sting anyone. like buttcheek.

this is a more recent thing about my design for him but his left eyelid is perpetually droopier than the other.

LEAF 💙

showed up inexplicably in pallet town one day and simply asserted herself. no further elaboration. her origins remain a mystery. she biked all the way inside oak's lab and kept biking.

diversity win! in this universe leaf is closer to being an "ash counterpart" than red is.

since shes always seeking new thrills, she lives in a van as an adult. it looks pretty amazing and cozy from the inside and plenty of room to cook! on the outside theres like. airbrushed venusaurs and wizards and venusaur wizards of all sort.

a big ball of positive meatheadness to the point where shell def blow up a lot of things thinking everythings gonna be just fine. some people want her dead for this.

absolutely will put anything in her mouth and sometimes this is terrifying. tries to always make her cooking look like something "fun" and colorful that kids would enjoy but usually fucks up the look.

on-off relationships with women, she makes a new rival with lgbt undertones every two months. popular gal like that. dont ask her for relationship advice.

quite online and very charming. types like cher on social media. still, she remains popular and loved amongst the youth.

had a geocities in 2004 where she documented her adventures (bc i want G1 to be as 2004 as possible like that). it was an eyesore to look at.

often forms a trio with may and kris and they go on roadtrips eeeeverywhere. they either love her one day or think of her as a dumpster fire personified the next day.

[superman--yoosung]

hi there!! i was hoping i could ask for a mystic messenger matchup please OP :D

- i go by she/her and i’m bi - so i’m open to any of the (adult) characters from the game.

- in my spare time, i like playing my flute/piano. and reading - i really love a lot of classic lit (with fanfic being my guilty pleasure lol) . if i’m not doing either of those things, it’s games (i think i enjoy getting lost in worlds other than my own). i love coffee and would really love to go sightseeing/travelling once i’m out of uni!

- i want to like insects - but i don’t because a lot of them jumpscare me (lol). i also don’t like the taste of cooked mushrooms,, i don’t know why. and i can’t stand untidy or messy places - i’ll tidy for you lol.

- personality wise i’m a little reserved - but i’m cheerful and can be quite the goof when i feel comfortable. i’m always thinking of others and little things i can do for them, or help them in any way possible. i have a strong sense of morality and loyalty towards others. however, i’m stubborn, and honestly somewhat bossy. i don’t know when to give up, which i think is a bit of a double edged sword tbh ^^;;

- for extra info - i’m pretty tall (5’9”) so i feel like a little bit of a giant. my sleep schedule is in shambles, i have a pet cat and my favourite colour is pink 🌸

on a side note - i am so so happy to see the mystic messenger fandom alive and well. and i hope i haven’t written too much for you OP <3

It's funny you mentioned the fandom - I have mostly mysme requests this round! it's definitely still thriving :)

Your matchup is.....................................................

JUMIN HAN !!

"Did you see that new magazine cover? Oh, you know - the one with the C&R heir and his wife? Wasn't it stunning?! Oh, to have someone look at me the way he looks at her..."

When searching for information online about Jumin Han and his recent marriage, comments such as these are rampant. But for good reason - after all, a proposal as sensational as theirs was sure to drive up public interest on the two. Nonetheless, information about Jumin Han's wife, in particular, is rather scarce. But it's evident to anyone who looks that Jumin Han has everything he needs to know about her - and that whatever it is he knows, it's only made him love her more with each passing day.

Fun details:

Your pursuits of the classical arts are noble indeed, and Jumin values your efforts. You'll have access to the finest tutors and lessons the world can offer, should you desire them. If you are already loyal to certain teachers or methods, he will invest in them to ensure your continued learning and growth. He would be delighted if you chose to give a private recital just for the RFA, and very proud of the work you put in to your instruments.

Funny enough, your new beta reader is Jumin. He became curious about what you spent your evenings on in the comfort of the luxurious living room, and when you finally showed him some of your fanfiction, he was unsurprised that your love of reading transferred to writing, too. Still, he admires all of your interests and efforts, and will support you by beta reading your works, bringing his critical eye to your fics. (And if you spend a long time explaining the nuances of the characters and fandoms to him, well, that's just icing on the cake for him, because he gets to hear your beautiful voice and see the sparks of passion in your eyes.)

You get along with Yoosung pretty well. Jumin Han isn't much of a gamer, but at some point he will become intrigued by the two-person (or more) games you play with Yoosung online sometimes. He'll never be as good as either of you at games, but he's good enough to play the cute stereotypical couples games together with - and he'll be quite enthusiastic about doing so with you!

You want to travel the world? He's got the private jet ready to go when you are! During breaks in university, he'll show you around the world, to all the places he's been before, and then to exciting new locations for the two of you to make wonderful new memories together.

He will have the best of the best coffee beans imported for you. If you have a favorite brand or store, he'll get a whole franchise installed in the C&R building just for you. (And the employees, of course, but mostly for you.) If you prefer Jaehee's coffee brewing skills over his, expect him to be pestering her to teach him in exact details in the RFA groupchat (much to Jaehee's eternal annoyance).

No bugs allowed in the penthouse!! If you care about the bugs being kept alive, he will ensure that each bug that does wander inside the building is escorted safely outside the entire perimeter before being set free. Luckily for you, there are two cats on the hunt for any stray bugs, so you likely won't have any trouble with them either way! And speaking of the cats - Elizabeth the 3rd will have a matching collar with yours. Jumin makes sure they're introduced properly so they get along with one another! And they will both be spoiled rotten - don't be surprised if Jumin manages to charm your little baby quickly.

Jumin will be the voice of reason when you've looked out for others to your own detriment, or when you're being overly stubborn. This may lead to a few fights - but as logical as Jumin can be, he's most spineless when it comes to you, so you'll typically get your way, or at least a compromise that's to your liking.

You may worry about your height sometimes, but whenever you put those thoughts to voice, Jumin will remind you that you're the perfect height for him to rest his cheek against your head. (Because this man is taller than everyone.) If you enjoy wearing high heels or platforms, he will adore looking straight-on into your eyes.

Jumin Han was instantly smitten with you when you met in person - and with every day, he learns something new in your mannerisms. They're small things - how you bookmark your page in a story, the shape your hand makes when you reach for one of the cats, which new pink wardrobe item you're favoring. Each and every one of these new details, when he comes across them, never fails to take his breath away, because it is you silhouetted in the lamplight, holding the book he got for your birthday - your hands, which he knows the feel of so well by now - your form, standing in the doorway, face lit up with a smile to greet him. With every new detail, he falls deeper in love with you. And he will always find new details, because to him, you are fathomless, and so is his love for you.

~~I hope you enjoyed this! I did seriously consider Jaehee for you as well - you seem the type to be able to match with multiple members very easily, to be honest!!

PS AHHHHH I THOUGHT I QUEUED THIS UP IM SORRY!! Publishing it a bit late oops--

PPS IM A MESS I FORGOT THE DIVIDERS LOOOOL should be fixed now

[vrnicky]

2/2 gift for @kiokodoodles!!

Hehe hope you enjoy it! It's a small one shot with Hans and a small chat with Slim <3

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Hans filled you with affection really often, kisses, hugs, nuzzles, cuddles. All that stuff, Hans loved it to show you he loves you with physical touch.

Even though that doesn't stop him from being a menace, a cute menace, but still a menace. He sometimes pulled you some pranks, not ones that hurt you but sometimes jumpscares, thinking something is an object when it's cake, that stuff.

You really wanted to get vengeance the same way! You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine!

…if you only knew how to do that, he knows how to read so well he'll know in seconds that you're hiding something.

Unless… you get help from someone else.

…

To work on your prank, you decided to call for her to Slim, you two were close as well, besties! And he knew Hans very well too, your perfect weapon!

When you arrive at his home and just say hello to his brother, you see him playing video games.

"Slim?" You call out for him and he quickly turns around and sees you with a warm smile, it's cute how he opens up a lot with you.

–heya doll, it's a prank on hans, right?–you nod sitting in a chair by his side.

"It's time to get my revenge Slim!!" He chuckles and you see how he saves his game and turn off his console.

–alright, what do you have on your mind?–oh, you weren't exactly sure since.. his pranks never hurted you and you didn't wanted to hurt him either.

…

…

After thinking and thinking, you two got into an idea!

You would be "baking" and he enters the kitchen and opens the door.. a bag of flour would fall on top of him!!

Of course you will have to sacrifice a bag of flour and the floor but, it would be worth it!

You thank Slim and rush outside, you need to get the things before Hans comes!

…

When he comes, you're already on your position and he comes by, of course he always takes his hoodie off.

You need to relax or else he would notice you're being nervous.

"Hey babe!" You say to him so that he smiles.

–heya sweetheart –oh you love that pet name! Anyway focus! –what are you baking?–he asks and you show him the dough.

"Some cookies! Coffee sent me a nice recipe so I wanted to try it!" You answer, it was technically half true, Coffee did send you the recipe.

He hums and go even closer.. and closer.. and..

Boom!

A big white smoke fills the kitchen as Hans realizes what happened, now fully white and smoky.

–wh.. wait, did you planned this???–he asks and you can't keep your laughter silent!

"It was my revenge!!" You say in between laughter that slowly makes Hans laugh as well but start walking towards you.

–say hello to the flour monster!!! Rawrrrr!–you tried to push him away from the flour but he ended up hugging you, getting you full of flour as well but at least the both of you are now with the flour, together!

Hans nuzzle your neck, purring.

–you have no idea how happy this made me, sweetheart– and he finishes with a cute, soft kiss on your lips.

[cryptid-artha]

The only thing I find morally disgusting is actions that actually hurt other people. If there is actual harm being done, then I find it awful and gross. Things such as taking advantage of children, taking advantage of disabled folks, being hateful towards queer folks or being racist. I am disgusted by all of that because it hurts real people. As for what people do in their own minds/own home and are into... it doesn't effect me! Just because i find something icky, doesn't mean it's bad. It just means it's not for me! Plenty of people have a foot fetish, but I find feet disgusting to the point where I feel sick to the stomach if I see a picture of somebody's feet or art focusing heavily on the feet. But... I don't judge the people who do look at those pictures, draw them, or take those pictures! Most people love peanut butter, but even a whiff of the stuff has me damn near gagging and losing my appetite entirely. I can't stand the stuff. Taste, smell, texture... all of it is just plain *vile* to me! Doesn't mean folks eating it are weird or bad! I may prefer it to not be eaten around me directly or to have to smell it, but there ain't nothing wrong with enjoying a food you enjoy no matter how disgusting I find said food. I hate horror with jumpscares and don't like slasher flicks (Like, I don't like the saw series), but I don't judge folks who like that for watching 'em! You do you, fam! I ain't gonna judge ya! Just because I personally dislike it doesn't mean it's bad or you are bad for enjoying it! The same can be said for queer folks. There may be a guy who is not into other guys, but that other guy who is into guys isn't effecting him whatsoever. It doesn't hurt him that the gay guy prefers other guys. Or somebody who is trans! It does not effect a cis person what another person feels, that trans woman transitioning does absolutely nothing harmful to the Cis woman sitting in the same coffee shop, whatsoever. You can not like something, or not understand something, or something can just not be for you... without being bad! Just because you aren't into something or that something isn't something you enjoy doesn't mean it's bad in any way! Every person has their own mind and their own experience. Let's all just vibe together and embrace eachother's differences and like what we like. I wish more of the world could see things that way. Just because something isn't for you and you find it gross, doesn't mean it's bad. It just means you don't like it!

Disgust has absolutely no ethical weight. If you are basing your ethical positions on the emotion of disgust you should stop, it is entirely unjustified and leads to a huge amount of harm.

[in-most-fandoms]

Headcannons for the Mystic Messenger peeps

I've always wanted to do headcannons but just never thought I'd be any good so this is me taking a crack at it! Please enjoy Mystic Messenger characters enjoying the fall season~

Includes RFA + Saeran, Rika, Vanderwood

Yoosung

Yoosung would want to do all the cutesy Instagram worthy activities

Going to a pumpkin patch, apple picking, going to view all the best spots for scenery

You two could work together to get the biggest pile of leaves possible and throw yourselves in them and then have a leaf war

However he would also take full advantage of the chilly weather to convince you to stay inside with coco and playing LOLOL

He’s the type of person who only watches the non scary Halloween movies because he just gets too scared he’ll never admit it though

Would definitely be baking treats and trying popular recipes to try out together

Zen

Zen would find the best areas to go for a jog 

He’d find the trails that go through a bunch of trees so you can both admire the pretty colors and crunchy leaves

Pumpkin spice guy all the way

He’d like haunted houses in hopes that you would hold onto him when you get scared so he can protect you from all the scary stuff

He would definitely convince you to go for a scenery ride on his bike

He even promises not to go too fast just for you 

Cold days are his favorite though cause after a tough workout he can expect a bunch of snuggles right fresh out of the shower

He’s not a big movie watcher but he would have no complaints letting you put on your favorite Halloween shows and movies

He finds it so adorable when you get cold and wrap yourself in a bunch of blankets and there are snacks circling you

He can’t help but join you, saying he’ll warm you up with some smooches

Jaehee

Jaehee would want to try all the new seasonal flavors of coffee at her favorite coffee shops

What’s better than taking her favorite person out to her favorite places

She would also love getting coffee to go so you could both go on calm scenery walks

When it’s too cold to go out you can count on Jaehee to pull out her favorite musicals fit for the season yes they are mostly Zen’s musicals

She would love the quality time of cozying up with a fuzzy blanket and some warm drinks

She would also do her very best to try and get some tickets to any musicals that are in the area for the season 

You can bet on at least one of those having Zen as a major role

Jumin

Man’s is a simp, if he didn’t ask first you can bet you’re doing whatever you ask to do

Please, PLEASE make this man do ‘commoner’ things

Go to a public apple farm and get apples together

Go to farmers markets and taste all their homemade treats and drinks

Go get apple cider and pumpkin spice lattes 

Do some pumpkin carving 

Show him the best leaves to step on to get maximum leaf crunch

Don’t forget about Elizabeth the 3rd, drag Jumin to your local pet store and pick out cute costumes for her to wear 

When it’s cold get or make a bunch of treats and drinks then get all cozy and watch some spooky movies together

You might have to explain some things to Jumin like why people would purposefully watch movies to scare themselves

Show him your favorite Halloween movies and he’ll try to watch but you can see his attention is far more focused on you and all your reactions to your favorite movie or show

Just do all the domestic fall activities with him

Saeyoung 

Pranks.

On everyone, no one is safe

He want’s to hack into Yoosung’s computer and put a scary image on the screen so next time he boots it up he gets a good scare

He would also be an avid haunted house visitor

He’s the type of person to try and scare the actors in the haunted house 100% 

He’s also a squealer, he would absolutely scream his head off every time he does get a good jumpscare 

Also the type of person to hide behind you and push you in front of scares

For cold days he would love scary movie marathons, he’d make it a challenge to see who could find the scariest movie

He would also plan an RFA Halloween party and force everyone to go

Saeran

Saeran is the type to want ice cream no matter how cold it is

He would be ecstatic to go to an apple farm and find out they are serving homemade apple pie WITH a scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream on top

He would love to do all the things he never got to see or do as a kid, so everything

He’d want to do everything

He would make a list of all the activities and events in the area and plan how to make it to every single one

He’d want matching costumes or matching shirts that say something like “my boo” with a little ghost

He would also really like going far away to look at scenery or to see everyone’s decorations

For colder days he’s all for relaxing at home, he’s already got TONS of fall recipes and he wants to try and recreate the pie from the orchard 

He would melt if you secretly make something just for him

He would love to learn your favorite movies and shows and to learn what movies he would enjoy as well, he’s never had a favorite movie

A big cuddler and hand holder, he adores physical touch from you, any chance to snuggle under the covers and calmly enjoy a good movie and each other is more than he could’ve ever asked for

Jihyun

Photographs

Did you really not see that coming? 

Fall is one of the most beautiful seasons and it’s perfect for taking pictures of his beloved 

Definitely convince him to let you take some pictures of him

You could come up with a plethora of arts and crafts to implement fall leaves, sticks and pine cones

I feel like Jihyun would love to take domestic life pictures, you baking or cleaning and he’s just there snapping pictures left and right

I could also picture (with some persuasion) you could get him to draw or paint some scenery, maybe he could even draw/paint you as you go about your daily chores or hobbies

Jihyun would love fall mornings, where it’s chilly and you get just a bit closer while you sleep peacefully next to him

I don’t take Jihyun as a ‘movie person’ but I bet he would love the classics

He would also just love being together so you could definitely get him to movie marathon with you

Rika

Gardening, yeah I know it shocked me too. Turns out she loves it, growing her own herbs and vegetables

She would enjoy anything where you two could just mindlessly do tasks and talk

You could bring her some homemade drinks for her to warm up to as the winter winds start coming in

Holding her cold hands in yours and blowing warm air on them so she can get back to work doing what she loves

She would love garden walks, or going to try and find special flowers that she could put in her own garden

For chilly days she loves a good bit of friendly competition

That’s right it’s Stacking Chairs time, it’s super cute how focused she gets when she’s trying to stack one of those tiny little chairs in a particularly risky spot

She’s a board game person and you could play games for hours with a loop of coco or apple cider at the ready

She’s the type of person to put on scary movies just so you’ll turn into her when a jumpscare pops up

Although she’s not the same person she was she still loves that feeling of being needed and taking care of someone she cares for

Vanderwood

Nothing would be funnier than seeing the stone cold agent get scared shitless by some fake gore

Taking them to haunted houses would be fun in the sense of they’re either going to show no fear or scream at the smallest things then claim ‘it was to test you’ or something of the sort

Don’t forget to take their taser before going into haunted houses so they don’t, on reflex, tase someone

Another seasonal coffee person, they love coffee and when you’ve spent a good duration of your life making sure other people do their work and cleaning up people’s messes a nice brewed coffee is just what it takes to make it through the day

Vanderwood would like to watch you bake even if they insist you’re making a mess with the flour, you could definitely convince them to bake with you too

On cold days scary movie marathons all the way cause nothing beats a good jumpscare that has you both accidentally covering yourselves in popcorn and laughing about it after 

[tiktowafel]

What are your Yanagi headcanons?

yes!! beautiful ghost girl!!

(the eyebags, i forgot the eyebags! why do i keep noticing new mistakes on these colorings over and over?)

- Introverted, prefers spending time alone

- Kinda has the "i am edgy and not like the other girls, i like BLACK and i watch HORROR MOVIES for FUN" attitude (she do be wearing shirts with "alive but dead inside 😔" kinda shit written on them lol), probably a mild music taste superiority complex too

don't worry she will grow out of it one day

- Loves all kinds of spooky stuff, horror movies, creepypastas... (definitely was in the creepypasta fandom for a while)

- She not only likes reading scary stories, she likes writing them too. And she's damn good at it. She probably has an anonymous wattpad (or something) account where she shares her writing and she has a fairly big bunch of followers on there

- She often watches crappy horror movies just to laugh at them

- She sometimes forgets to sleep at night, usually because of youtube/wikipedia rabbit holes

- Coffee enthusiast

- Loves rain and thunderstorms, sunny days actually make her feel more tired than usual

- She uses her quirk all the time, even when it's not really necessary

"Hands are for the weak" - Reiko, probably

- Fashion expert, always likes it when people ask her for advice. Probably good at makeup too, but most of the time she just can't bother to wear it

- She has two younger siblings. They like her a lot, she's a very cool and chill big sister, the type to be like "hey look our parents aren't home i'm going to buy you sum chips"

she would be a 100% perfect sibling if she didn't traumatize them with horror movies

- Best friends with Yui. They're both quiet and calm, they both have that eternally unimpressed look on their faces, and their quirks make for an amazing combo. I like to imagine them watching super brutal horror movies and being completly unfazed with whatever's happening in them

like

The movie: *bloodshed, agony, jumpscares*

Reiko, poker faced: that was predictable

Yui: *nods in agreement* mhm

- Also friends with Kuroiro. Together they're class 1-b's resident edgelords and they invite Tokoyami over to play monopoly in the dark or something lol

- Has a good relationship with Kendo too (though to be fair, everyone in 1-b has a good relationship with Kendo)

[spider-jaysart]

Batfam headcanons part 1 :

(Mar'i's like 2-4 years old in these and jake's like 1-2 years old)

Bruce: Always tries to hide all of the coffee beans from Tim in places you'll never guess to look in, like under the floor boards, behind most of the portraits hanging on the mansion walls, under statues, In the drawers of the file cabinets in the batcave and in his office, in the mouth of the giant dinosaur in the batcave, etc. He works really hard to hide them all

He always has a stash of Alfred's cookies for himself

Dick: Is almost always trying to show off his gymnastics skills to people, like guests at a Wayne gala when bored or when he's talking with some Nightwing fans while out on patrol

He can read upside down words

He loves avocados (A reference to a TTG episode)

Jason: Always stealing something mostly from Tim and lies about it all the time with a straight face

Is the type of uncle who loves spending almost all of his time with his young nephew's and niece's, though Mar'i and Jake are his only nephew and niece for now (He loves them very much)

Loves to jumpscare his siblings when ever he has the chance (Though when he does he mostly gets himself nearly kicked or punched in the face, having to always be fast enough to dodge them)

He's very well known for purposely photo bombing in sibling/family selfies in the backround

Loves giving Mar'i piggyback rides

Knows how to solve rubics cubes, it took him a while to learn but he's a master at it now

Tim: An anime fanatic, he likes to binge watch a lot of anime, he also has like 18 anime posters on his bedroom walls (Like he has a lot of wall space for like 30 more due to how giant his room is). He even has like a whole book shelf dedicated to manga, he even collects figures from most of his favorite animes, he makes sure no one touches them, like ever.

He always finds most of the coffee beans Bruce tries to stash from him, he's kind of an expert since he's been doing this for along time now. Always hunting them down all over around the mansion, making Bruce have to work harder in having to hide them in even more difficult unimaginable places

He's a master at doing yoyo tricks, when he's bored he'll just teach himself some tricks. He always gets a lot of compliments and praise from many people after showing them his cool tricks. He also does it at Wayne galas

He likes to mix and match his socks (A habit he got from Stephanie)

Damian: Loves cinnamon on most of his food like Pop-tarts, waffles, Pancakes, Oatmeal, Cocoa, ice cream, pie, soup, you name it (Also when eating pop-tarts, he only eats cinnamon pop-tarts and will refuse to eat any other flavored pop-tart when theirs no more of the cinnamon flavored ones left. He even stashes his pop-tarts from everyone, it's very rare if he shares them with anyone)

He also really despises cotton candy, like really hates it

Mar'i always loves getting painting lessons from him

(He also really enjoys teaching her)

Can never be jumpscared by anything or anyone, only sometimes it works which is mostly rare making it a challenge to succeed in that attempt, he will just always have a straight face, no flinching whatsoever. Like it is really really hard to scare him

Stephanie: loves to paint Cassandra's nails when ever she has the chance

Cassandra: Loves chocolate milk

Duke: likes to decorate his jackets with patches that have fun designs

Also:

Alfred's immortal DC just won't say it

(My sister came up with the chocolate milk one for Cassandra btw)

My Superfam and DC ship headcanons below

[skydreamplayzz]

good ol informationen. ( maybe some double .. )

Name : Cyril azuma Family : Mom and dad passed, Husband ( alive, crinimal ), sister ( unknwon ) Personality : relaxed ( on some level ), Realistic, reckless, Irrational (slightly ), Weird sense of humor Gender : Male Powers: underwater breathing, glows at night (body and parts of hair) Weaknesses : Skin takes weeks to heal a single wound ( small wounds ) Height : 7m 24cm Likes : Light blue lighting, strawberry cake, coffee, messing with squiddles Dislikes : sour food, Red lighting, wall dwellers

-Night vision, can see everything pretty well while being in the dark. - can read body language well. Will see through lies easily - got weaker, small cuts can take up to a week+ to fully heal. - Has lost his sense in taste. ( but still decided for himself what he likes, and what not to remain slightly human in some ways ) - He's not very patient, he tries to be but sucks. - He acts like a father figure to monsters/entitys he feels pity for. ( even though he may not show it. his way of comfort is a bit mean sometimes but dosen't really know better ) - Hates wall dwellers, he gets jumpscared by them so damn easily. - In the past he worked in the mines in the past even if that job wasn't very good in the time he lived in. - a habit he picked up from working in the mines is picking up shiny objects he finds on his way. - Has a husband that is still on the surface. his husband was the criminal of the two, but he decided to put the blame onto himself. - If he knew what happens as he protected him, he would have never taken his place in the first place and grew some hatred towards him even tho he knows well it was his own fault. - Even tho he may not really like his husband anymore, he still wishes to see him one more time. ( just to divorce him, lmao ) - decided to keep the ring for some reason, as a memory maybe. - he saw the murder with his own eyes that his husband comitted. - Hates seeing blood. He hates the smell, the color, everything. It makes him feel sick. - But the reason only started due the unknown instincts in his body, as he ate one of the scientist after being starved for weeks. - has a habit of scratching his arm, sometimes making it bleed. - Knows Sebastian, he found his way of acting with others stupid. putting up an act to seem 'nice' (in some way ..) seemed useless to him. - he has no idea how to apply bandages or anything similar. ( Sebastian treated his wounds, for a price of course) ( if ingame ) - the flash beacon does not affect him too badly, but due his quick irritation he will cause some damage when flashed. - He only appears in dark rooms, watching from the hallways with broken doors, ( or where ever he is ) he makes a noticeable noise he's there. Do not move when the noise plays ( any light has to be off ). - he's just doing that to mess with the expandable a bit for his own joy. - If the expandable moves, their vision blurs for 10 seconds, taking 5 damage for 5 seconds. ( he makes them trip on the floor, he will leave laughing slightly. ) If the player is already below 50 health in that moment, the screen will only blur. - but if he's being flashed in this state he will take half of the players health ( it also depends on how much the player has ) - sometimes seen in sebastian shop, stealing small things like batteries ( enters from the hole if u look up in the shop )

ANOTHER FISH. I needed too. I needed. Fish 🤧

Yellow fish. Next fish will prob have legs.. (?)

(Information tomorrow or idk when, i still Gotta make some up 😭)

[shorkbrian]

Okay, soo can you write a pseudoincest one for Midoriya? I feel like he’ll be shy at first & the reader will be the one to approach him (in a non sexual way of course) but then one day he’ll just break & pin her against a wall. :> hehe

Okay okei ok lissen listen litsen

Midoriya and his sister are picture-perfect step-siblings. From the moment they met each other, the two have gotten along great, perfectly at ease with each other. 

Warnings! - NSFW, cunnilingus, dub-con. Pseudo-incest. 

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It’s easy to relax around the green-haired man, with how smiley and soft and completely non-threatening he is. You’ve met plenty of men that are the complete opposite; men that make your skin crawl when they look at you. But your stepbrother isn’t like that - you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know what a girl is, considering he’s never even shown interest in one. 

You like hanging out with him. Going with him to get coffee every Saturday morning (his treat), plopping down in the bean-bag chairs in his room and completely wrecking each other in Mario Kart, even doing mundane things like laundry or homework is always more fun with Izuku around. it doesn’t hurt that the man is a little too kind for his own good, always offering to do your laundry for you, asking if you need help on any of your homework. He’s always happy to drop whatever he’s doing and come help if you get frustrated with a problem. 

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The two of you were watching a movie, parents gone out on date-night. Both of your gazes were zeroed in on the screen, you clutching at Izuku’s sleeve at every jumpscare, your brother leaning forward and mumbling about cgi and the mechanics of the fake monster suits. 

A sex scene came out of no where, gross. This always happens with semi-decent movies, and it was so awkward. Thankfully, it was just you and Midoriya in the room (if your parents were here, both of you would be red and embarrassed and suddenly interested in the thread count of the couch cover) and it wasn’t that long of a scene. You were still shy though, turning away from the screen to fiddle with your sleeve, look at the texture of the ceiling, pick at your nails.

A load screech drew your attention back, thinking that the movie had returned to the monsters and the chasing and the thrill. You were wrong. In full HD, there was a semi-nude woman, chest tastefully covered by her ripped shirt, a man kneeling in front of her. The man was moving his face against her, the shots being vague but not needing much brainpower to figure out what was happening. You frowned.

“What is he doing? That’s so gross.”

You felt Izuku shift beside you, the man looking down at you. It’d be weird if you looked at him now, saw your flushed, embarrassed face. Why was the man on the screen putting his face down there?

“(Y/N)...... do you..... do you not know?”

He was just as shy as you, stuttering over his words. Know what? Sure, you weren’t exactly experienced in the realm of physical pleasure, but you thought you knew the basics.

At your confused silence, you saw Izuku drag a trembling hand over his face.

“It’s uh... well, you see... when a man and woman love each other very much-”

“Seriously  ‘Zuku?”

You turned to look at him. He was blushing just as hard as you, movie now forgotten.

“Okay, uh, it’s-it’s oral. I guess kinda like a blowjob, but for girls.”

“How would that even feel good? There isn’t anything for him to even like...” You trailed off, regretting blurting out the first thing that popped into your head. Gosh, you sounded like a kid, Izuku probably thought you were so dumb. “Nevermind, let’s just forget it.”

Izuku was still looking at you, nervously shuffling closer.

“You’ve never....?”

“Of course I have!” You spluttered, rising from the couch. Now you were angry, embarrassed, humiliated. Izuku thought you were so stupid that you didn’t even know how sex worked. It’s not like you were currently seeing someone, not in the four short months since you moved into the Midoriya’s house. But you’d had experience in the past! Maybe nothing past penetration, but that still counted as experience!

Izuku rose with you, hands held out in front of him as he tried to salvage the conversation. “I didn’t mean! Not like that anyways...... I was just...”

He waved noncommittally with his hands. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to continue. Izuku was a bit on the shyer side, and you knew that talking about sensitive subjects made him stutter and blush, lose his cool and all. You were willing to be patient, expecting an apology. You got anything but.

“I just mean... I could like, uh... s-show you?”

Your jaw dropped.

Before you could speak, Izuku was rushing on, his words jumbled and breathless. ‘Y’know? It’s just like the uh, well the nice thing to do. It-it feels really good and I know you’d enjoy it, well, I-uh I think. I mean, I-I do... enjoy blowjobs! I could teach you how to do that too, if-well, if you want. We don’t have to do that toda-”

“’Zuku, no...”

You cut him off, staring pointedly at the ground. This was the weirdest situation you’d ever been in. You couldn’t look your brother in the eye, this was just too awkward. 

There was a beat of silence.

Automatically, your feet started carrying you towards the stairs, towards your room where you could play on your phone and forget this whole thing happened. 

Izuku grabbed your arm.

“Wait, wait, just.... c’mere?”

You grabbed Izuku’s arm, trying to pull yourself away from him. “Izuku, I really don’t think-”

“No, no don’t-don’t think. just... just let me...”

The man was pulling you back, giving you a gentle push onto the couch. This was so weird. A hand splayed across your chest, keeping you stationary as you tried to sit up, and Izuku was kneeling. The man pried your legs apart, despite you protesting.

“’Zuku, this really isn’t something I wanna do right now, please don’t touch me like that.”

Izuku raised a finger to his lips, before yanking down your shorts. You squealed his name in surprise. He groaned.

“Oh, oh, this’ll feel so good, just-just trust me, okay? You know I wouldn’t hurt you.”

He was still pressing down on your chest with one hand, ignoring the way your panic rose as his other hand gently caressed your leg, climbing higher and higher. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but this was making you uncomfortable. The thought of your stepbrother doing oral or whatever made you squeaky. You didn’t know what to label the feeling - only knew it was bad.

You gasped when a finger pressed against the fabric of your panties; began tracing your folds, prodding at your mound. Your hands flew down to grab his wrist, to push him away, but Izuku wouldn’t be deterred.

Izuku was so much bigger than you, so much stronger. You couldn’t stop him when he pulled your panties to the side, shoved his face between your thighs, close to your cunt. A yelp left your throat when cool air blew gently across your pussy. He was - he was literally blowing on your pussy. 

You shivered.

“Hey, please I don’t wanna do this ‘Zuku, please let me up. Stop doing that, I won’t tell dad, I won’t tell anybody! Please just let me up.”

Your pleas were ignored

A finger began slowly brushing against your cunt, as if Izuku was afraid to touch, afraid to break. You groaned; never in your life had you given that area this much attention. “Feels - feels weird.” you whined, drawing Izuku’s green eyes away from your clenching cunt and up to your face.

“It’ll start feeling good In a second, don’t worry. I’m taking care of you (Y/N), just like I always do.”

Your stomach flipped. This didn’t feel like him taking care of you.

“I-I’ve been wanting to do this for so long... god, thank you.” He was almost whispering, you barely caught the tail end of his sentence before a hot, wet tongue was licking up the length of your pussy. 

“Ah! w-wait!”

Izuku didn’t listen. HIs first lick was slow, calculated. The green-haired man was savoring your taste, licking his lips before diving back in. The sensation was good, you were writhing and squirming in Izuku’s hold, but now for an entirely different reason. 

He quickly became feverish as he drooled over your pussy, pausing occasionally to gather the moisture in his mouth and spit. Then he’d let his tongue spread the wet around, flicking rapidly against your clit.

“’Zuku, ‘Zuku! I can’t - stop, stop!”

It was so wet, and so, so messy. It was downright filthy, the way his tongue was suckling and lapping and dancing against your sensitive pussy. You were losing your mind, trying to free yourself from Izuku’s grasp, escape the intense stimulation that he was attacking you with.

Your orgasm hit you so fast, you barely had the chance to gasp out a stuttered, weak “Cumming!”. 

It felt so good it almost hurt.

The hand on your chest stopped anchoring you to the couch, but you were defeated, boneless. You stopped pushing at Izuku, let yourself lay back and try to catch your breath, sweat making hair stick to your forehead.

The green mass of curls between your legs bobbed gently as Izuku gave short, teasing kitten licks to lap up your juices, loving the way you twitched and whimpered as he played with your sensitive cunt. You were too tired to fight him. 

When the man finally stopped, leaned back on his heels and wiping a hand across his face, you didn’t want to look at him. Instead, you buried your face into one of the couch cushions, hiding from your older step-brother.

“I love you.”

You had loved him too, but not in the same way. He was your brother, your friend. What was he now?

Izuku reached forward, slid your panties back into place so they covered your pussy, giving you some semblance of privacy. You felt the couch dip as he sat next to you, far too close to comfort. It was hard to believe what he had just done.

You couldn’t possibly know that he was going to do more.

[ithinkilikeit-reactions]

Midnight moments with DKB

DKB Masterlist                                           Group Masterlist

E-Chan/Changmin: 

After having an incredibly active day, it can just be so hard to calm down and just go to sleep. Changmin was having one of those days, coming home to you late and just needing help to unwind before bed. So your fingers were threaded through his hair as he allowed himself to snuggle into your chest. 

“Today was long and I did so much that I have surpassed tired.” He mumbled as you pushed his hair fully out of his face, making him laugh and lean up to kiss you. “Surpassed tired?” You asked with a soft smile and he yawned, contradicting his own words. Changmin laughed again and laid his head down on your chest again, a silent plea for you to pet his hair again. 

“Okay maybe I haven’t surpassed tired. But one more hour of work and I would’ve.”

D1/Dongil: 

You hated this, you absolutely hated this so much. But it made him happy, so here you were, watching a horror movie with your face tucked behind a pillow. It really confused you how Dongil could be so unbothered, even though it was late at night and this scary thing was playing. 

“Come here.” He said, taking one glance at you and noticing how scared you were. When you didn’t move right away, he leaned over and wrapped an arm around you to pull you into him. “I told you, you don’t have to watch if it’s too scary.” He said with a sigh, feigning annoyance at how scared you were. “But you want to watch it, so I want to watch it.” You said only to scream when a jumpscare happened. Dongil started laughing and tucked you further into his chest. 

“Just know that Harry-June didn’t get this treatment when we watched a horror movie, this treatment is reserved for you.” 

Teo/Seongsik: 

“I brought you with me so that we could both work out. Because you asked.” Seongsik said, leaning against the treadmill you were simply standing on and watching him from. “That was the plan, but I decided that I liked watching you more.” You said and he shook his head, going back to the weight bench. 

You followed him and stood in front of him as he got ready to do more reps with weights. “What?” He smiled, just blinking up at you with a smile. “How about you stop and we go watch a movie...it’s late” You suggested, crossing your arms and he cocked an eyebrow at you. He let go of the weights before grabbing your hand and pulling you into his lap. 

“How about, you let me do 2 more sets while you watch me closely of course and then we go home and watch a movie... deal?” 

GK/Gwanghyun: 

“I think I went a little overboard.” Gwanghyun said as he walked into the living room carrying bags and bags of takeout. “You think? It’s just the two of us. We’re gonna have to wake the others up to finish this.” You said as he laid it out on the coffee table in front of you before sitting down himself. “I mean you said you wanted a snack.” He said and you smacked him lightly as he pulled your legs into his lap. 

“I said snack, not enough to feed a family of 12.” He shook his head at your words before opening up a box of chicken. He lifted it to your mouth and took a bite, making him nod in approval before handing it to you and digging in himself. “Thank you for keeping me well fed. But I can’t eat all of this.” You said, kissing his cheek and he blushed. 

“That’s okay. But let’s not call the boys until we’re done otherwise you will still be hungry.”

Heechan: 

“Am I alone in the practice room? Yeah I’m alone.” Heechan smiled at you behind the phone knowingly. He had a late night live to do but you were allowed to join in as long as you made yourself unknown. So there you were watching him dance around and fool around, really itching to join in but you knew better. 

Covering your mouth as he made stupid jokes so that you would laugh, he had to hold back too. You were sat on the other end of the table and he extended his hand just out of view and just far enough for you to be able to hold onto it. He could feel his cheeks heat up as he looked back at the comments under his live. 

“Yeah guys, I’m really happy today. You saw that correctly. I should do late night lives more often.”

Lune/Sungmin: 

“There are more colors than just black. I think baby blue, or even pink would look really good on you.” You said as you watched him scroll through his cart from some online store. “I know, but black just looks the best. I mean, I always look good and I almost always wear black.” You smacked him lightly at his arrogance only for him to laugh. 

You gently took his phone out of his hands and turned it off. It was a little after midnight and you just wanted some of his attention, which he gladly redirected to you. “Am I not giving you enough attention?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow to you. You nodded and he cupped your cheeks before kissing your nose. 

“Guess that means I have to let you pick what we’re going to watch, to make it up to you.”

Junseo: 

Your laughter was the only thing filling the basketball court, along with the dribbling of the ball on the pavement. It really wasn’t that fair, Junseo was most definitely using his size against you in this one on one game. Especially when you were about to throw the ball and he simply picked you up and moved you to the other side of the court. 

“I don’t where in the rule book it says it, but I’m almost 100% it is cheating to do that.” You said as he laughed. “There are no rules after midnight.” Junseo said and took the ball from you, leaving you to chase him down the court. “Fine, fine. I’ll make it up to you. Let’s go home. Hop on.” He said, stopping and gestured for you to get on his back. You did so, kissing his cheek from behind as you settled on his back. 

“The boys never get this special treatment.”

Yuku: 

“Okay, your turn.” You said and handed him the pencil and the ipad. You were doing that thing, where you draw one thing and the other person adds something to it, back and forth. Yuku started laughing at the ears you had added onto his circle before he sketched out some eyes. 

“These just keep getting worse the more we do.” He laughed and you agreed, resting your head on his shoulder. Yuku adjusted your blanket that you were sharing so that you were more covered and cozy before continuing to draw. You were so comfortable, you couldn’t help but yawn. It was late, you really should’ve gone home by then but you were just having so much fun with him. Yuku could tell, but he didn’t want you to leave either, so he simply kept sketching as you slowly drifted to sleep.

“I don’t like it when you leave, so just take a nap and I’ll create more cursed drawings.” 

Harry-June: 

“I found this song too the other day.” He said, playing it on the speakers in the practice room. You started bopping your head to the hiphop beat as it started and looked at his goofy smile as he started vibing with the music. He was having a late night practice session and wanted some company, so here you were and you were having a fun time. 

“Okay, okay, but try this song.” You said and changed the song playing over the speakers before laying your head in his lap. Who needed chairs when hanging out on the floor was just as comfortable. He started moving again, making you laugh at his movements before he leaned down and kissed your head. 

“I love that you have a good taste in music. Means we are going to get along for a very long time.”

[hebescus]

birthdaymassacre pls

send me a ship

hi anon! thank you for the ask! here's them. i love them. ugh.

who reaches out to new neighbors

naomi, in a nice, proper way. beyond, in a chaotic way. the neighbors prefer naomi, thank you very much.

who remembers to buy healthy food

surprisingly, beyond (L persona out, bb gets therapy here) he's the one who finished the fruits in the house and reminds naomi to eat more than what's easy. he's not the healthiest person ever though. see below.

who remembers to buy junk food

kinda both. they're in the mcdonalds! mcdonalds! alignment, no one can tell me otherwise. junk food is like comfort food for them and you'll find them in the corner of wendy's at 3 am, it's easy. 

who fixes the oven when it breaks

naomi. her college roommate was a pain in the ass, she has to learn some things. and she wouldn't let beyond come near the stove anyway. b just watches and jokingly throws a cheesy praise that makes naomi restrain herself from throwing a screwdriver at him.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

they don't have pets or plants in the first place, it's kinda too much for them. but if they do, it's more of a separate jobs. naomi is the one to water the plants, and b takes care of the pets.

who wakes up earlier

beyond. either he wakes up early or he's not sleeping at all. naomi hates waking up early. b learns to not bother her before ten on weekends. he likes watching her sleep anyway.

who makes the bed

beyond. he likes it neat and tidy while naomi never really cares.

who makes the coffee

oh dear jesus, it's naomi. it's canon, okay? she can measure b's coffee as time passes but don't let beyond make her coffee, please. honestly, i kinda forgot his reaction to her coffee. does he mind? either way, naomi's coffee is way better.

who burns breakfast

keyword : burn. you know who's this. he tries to be all sweet and caring but naomi ends up waking up panicking over a smoky smell. she scolds him to no end, but she knows he has good intentions. 

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

they have this inside joke between them where every time one of them wants to go out they ask permission like "hey can i go out?" and usually answer with a "no" and followed by a hair ruffling or cheek kiss before they actually leave. god they're fucking cute.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

b is loud. he's home and he wants the whole neighborhood to know. naomi just shakes her head fondly, even though at first she found this extremely annoying. when naomi gets home, she just sits or lay on the nearest surface before b comes in and clings on to her, dramatically saying how much he misses her even though it's only like half an hour.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

honestly? kinda neither. they're not really into gifts and stuff, for me. some rare moments, maybe b, just like L, would bring the most random stuff but the difference is he doesn't buy anything, literally a random thing and he claims it as "this is for you <3"

who picks the movie for movie night

naomi. beyond kinda don't care about what movies they're watching. they have a similar taste anyway, but naomi is a bit more picky. so he would rather have something that she can enjoy.

their favorite kind of movie to watch

horror movies. naomi likes to point out the characters' stupid decisions and beyond usually make an extra jumpscare at random silent moment which failed bc naomi doesn't move an inch. thrillers and murder mysteries are fun too, anything to give them the adrenaline type basically.

who first suggests a pillow fort

naomi! she never actually builds one, but she heard a lot about it and wants to try bc it sounds cute.

who builds the pillow fort

beyond, thanks to his wammy's days. naomi knows nothing about how to build it. it kinda brings a bittersweet memories to him, but he can brush it off once he sees her reading through his face. she likes the pillow fort too, which is great.

who tries to distract the other during the movie

when b's getting bored, he makes sure naomi knows about it. which is annoying to her, that he would start talking about a gossip he overheard at a grocery store line when she's invested on something…and somehow makes her want to know more about it

who falls asleep first

naomi. if she's tired enough, she's out in seconds. b is kind of jealous with this ability, but he spends his time watching her breath before he falls asleep himself.

who is big spoon/little spoon

they can be both! it depends on the mood, really. b loves nuzzling his head on naomi's hair but also loves the secure hold of her arms around him, it makes him feel safe. and vice versa.

[inkykeiji]

autumn as bnha boys

characters: dabi, shigaraki, hawks

notes: k honestly this is like, half written aesthetic & half headcanons. it’s kinda supposed to be like, if these characters embodied autumn, this is what they’d feel like; this is what it would be like to spend an october with them. does that make sense? i hope it does lmao

warnings: mentions of blood (barely but mentioning it just in case!)

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dabi: the witching hour, boarded up shops, cutting through the graveyard to get somewhere faster, the knocking of tree branches against your window, sticks snapping under your boots as you walk through the forest, bare trees with only a few stray leaves hanging on, the smell of black coffee at the break of dawn, pale sunrises hidden by faint clouds after a long moonless night, old structures catching fire mysteriously, blue veins, icy cold fingertips, teeth marks left in soft flesh, falling asleep in your jeans, a flickering lightbulb, dirt caked under blunt fingernails, dark purple hickeys, the passing of gum from one mouth to another during a kiss, having to sneak into your own house at 4am trying not to wake your housemates

shigaraki: a call after 3am with nothing but silence on the other line, scraped knuckles and split lips, sunken eyes that scream insomnia, knobby knees knocking together, the taste of blood in your mouth, crunchy leaves swirling around on the sidewalk, trees casting ominous shadows on your bedroom wall in the moonlight, teeth spit on the concrete, old ghost stories whispered into your hair, the tangled ancient roots of hundred-year-old trees protruding from the ground, wolves howling in the distance, gaming controllers with fading buttons worn out from overuse

hawks: the way pumpkin pie melts in your mouth, a worn plaid flannel that smells like home, crows cawing at 6am, chocolate melted on fingertips, grey cloudless skies, jumpscares and then the comfort that immediately follows, spicy sweet cider tickling your nose, the faint flapping of wings outside your bedroom window, golden honey dripping from honeycomb, ripped denim, glowing jack-o-lanterns, the gentle creaking of old floorboards, the way caramel apples stick to your teeth, the scent of a well-loved leather jacket