#i'll wait for it to grow out some and dye it black

[elluvians]

after giving it some thought (3 days to be precise) I decided I absolutely hate my haircut 🙃 it was to be expected and I am NEVER EVER cutting my hair short again. 5 years of growing out my hair down the drain. next time I won't do anything except cut the ends. and dye it black.

#lilith.txt #it looks awful #i'll wait for it to grow out some and dye it black #and make the ends even

[tyo-mimt]

8/36. @tmnt-event-blog

Candy canes are somehow the only things Mikey can't make.

"It's just hard candy in a cane, how hard can it be?"

Oh, past Raph, that was a mistake. It was that moment Raph found out Mikey couldn't cook or bake every single food item on this green-blue planet, that included hard candy. It started with the ingredients first; corn syrup, water, and sugar. They were headed in the right direction, but the ratios were still off.

"You sure we're supposed to be putting that much sugar in there?" Mikey questioned, looking over Raph's shoulder. He poured out the whole bag, seeing as Mikey did set the full thing on the counter.

"I'm sure of it," He affirmed, "Besides, we're making a bunch for everyone, right?"

"Fair point," The box turtle nodded, hopping off Raph's back, "I think we have to cook it to boiling, so be careful when we start stirring."

"Raph's got it!"

Pouring in the corn syrup and water, the snapping turtle grabbed the closest spatula and got to stirring the mixture. He switched hands from time to time, feeling the heat from the end of the spatula grow more and more. He thought he was getting the hang of it, only to feel Mikey yank the utensil out of his hand. "Raph! Don't use the metal one!"

Raph put on a quizzical look, a wooden spatula pushed into his hand. This didn't feel right, but he trusted Mikey to know more about the kitchen than he did. A few minutes pass and the concoction began to bubble and boil over.

"Shouldn't we be adding some reds to this?"

"Hmm, that sounds right... I'll see if we still have food colouring left over," He heard the tapper of Mikey walking around the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets for any food dye.

"Got it! Should I just dunk it in?"

"Think so." Before Raph could even react, a few drops of food colouring dripped into the mixture. It boiled over more, sizzling as he stirred. The colour darkened where they expected it to brighten and bloom into a more vibrant shade of red.

"Huh, do we have moulds or something for this?"

"I think we do, but they aren't really cane-shaped."

"Eh, easy, Raph'll bend them when they cool off."

"All righty!" Mikey once again looked through the cabinets to find the moulds. The mixture continued to boil and sizzle in the pot, and Raph could only watch to make sure something didn't catch on fire.

"If that's the case, should we let it cool off now?"

A pause. Raph turned the stove off, "Yes."

He side-eyed the mixture; it was still blackening a little, but he figured the colour would change later. That's usually what happened, right? Mikey walked over, setting the moulds onto the counter before hopping onto his shoulder.

"Ohmigosh, Raph, the sugar didn't even caramalise!"

The snapping turtle blinked, "Huh?"

Mikey took the wooden spatula and stirred it around a little, black globs sticking to the end.

"Wait, do you or do you not know how to make these things?"

The box turtle paused to turn toward Raph, "I didn't know how to make candy canes, why else did you think I asked you to help?"

"What? I thought you knew?"

"Huh?"

"I thought you just wanted us to bond!"

A brief pause, one where both of them wore that face of neutral displeasure, before they erupted in laughter. Mikey sighed, pulling the pot off the stove and pushing it into the sink.

"All right, let's get this whole mess all cleaned up and look up an actual tutorial."

#rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #peppermint lane #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey

[bteezxyewriter12]

Love Motel/ 13

Pairing- Changkyun x Named Reader

Word count- 2.8k

Includes- shower sex, blow job, wall sex, riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @90s-belladonna @mingtina

@direitobulando @honey-zip @chansbabydoll

@anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @jaxxmine @yeosayang

@delightfulmoonbanana @itsshaydeekaydee @seokwoosmole

@rpkth @tannie13 @wisejudgedragonhairdo @itstyraaxx

Series Masterlist

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Changkyun POV

"You do realize I have no idea what I'm doing?", I remind her

She giggles, "C'mon Kyunnie. It's not hard"

"Jagi, I've never dyed hair before"

We're in another love motel room, she's sitting on the bed naked, I'm standing behind her in boxers and a tank top, holding a bottle of hair color that she mixed, gloves on my hands

She said she wanted to change her hair color

The pink was fading and her natural black was growing in

She asked me to pick a hair color and I picked black

I wanna see her in her natural color and I think she's going to be even more stunning than she already is

She was gonna do it when I asked her to meet up and I volunteered to do it for her

Now I'm not sure if it was the right thing to do

I don't want to mess her hair up

"All you have to do is squeeze the dye onto my scalp and move it along the strands. Make sure my whole hair is coated in the dye. Pretend like you're painting my hair"

"Uh yeah. Ok"

I'm so not sure how this is gonna go

Holding the bottle close to her scalp I squeeze it, the dye coming out

I rub it on to her hair more, spreading it around

I repeat the movements hoping I'm doing it right

A blob of dye falls on her ear and I quickly try to wipe it

I only succeed in smearing it leaving a black stain on her ear

"Shit", I mutter

"What happened?"

"I got some on your ear jagi", I tell her

"It's ok Kyunnie. Don't worry too much"

"Will it come out?"

"After a few showers it will"

A few showers?

This shit stains the skin?

Jesus, why do people do this themselves instead of going to the salon

"Sorry jagi", I apologize

"It's fine Kyunnie. Just keep going"

Alrighty then

I saturate her hair in the dye, spreading it down the long strands of her hair until the bottle is empty

"There's no more jagi"

She holds up her hand, giving me a shower cap

"Put all my hair in this and then I have to wait 25 minutes for the dye to get into my hair"

"Yeah ok"

I gather her hair into a ponytail, then take the cap from her and wrestle it onto her hair

"Uh there?", I ask more than say

She gets up and looks in the mirror by the dresser

"Perfect", she announces, smiling at me through the mirror

She comes over to me, her arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss

As I kiss her back, I want to wrap my arms around her but since I have the gloves full of dye still on my hands I don't

After the kiss, she sits back on the bed and puts a timer on her phone as I pull the gloves off and thrown them away

"So what do you want to do for twenty five minutes?", she asks

I sit next to her, pulling her back to me, kissing her soft lips

"This is what I want to do", I murmur against her lips

"Me too", she says, her hands moving into my hair, her tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately

And I fall completely into her

----------------------------------------------------

Twenty-five minutes later her phone goes off

I groan, reluctantly pulling away from her kissable lips

"Time's up jagi", I tell her

"Aww ok", she answers

Disentangling from me, she stands up, "I'm gonna go shower real quick. I'll be back"

She walks into the bathroom and I hear her turn on the water

I get up too, walking into the bathroom, just as she's getting in the shower

I strip my clothes off and open the shower door following her in

"Kyunnie?"

"Yeah baby. I'll help you wash your hair"

"Oh baby you don't have to. The black dye might stain your hands"

I shrug

I really don't care

I just want to be near her, touch her

Plus like she said the dye will wash out eventually

"It's ok jagi", I assure her, "Now let's get your lunch lady cap off"

She giggles as I pull the cap off and toss it in the corner of the big shower

It's far away enough that it won't bother us

I move her gently under the water, letting the water wash the hair dye out first

The floor under her hair turns black as the dye runs down the long strands

"I love your hair jagi", I tell her, "It's so long and so straight. I love playing with it"

She laughs cutely, "Yeah well it can kinda be a pain in the ass with the shedding and length. It gets caught in doorknobs and windows a lot. And it takes so much conditioner, it's insane"

"So why keep it so long?"

I love long hair in girls but I'm not gonna stop her if she wants it short

"I love long hair and I'm willing to deal with the cons", she answers

"Well I love long hair and yours is the longest I've seen

The length is down to the middle of her cute ass

Like a sheet covering her back

And her hair is so shiny and soft

Perfect hair for a girl

"Thanks Kyunnie", she grins

Moving my fingers in her hair, I run them through the strands while she's under the water to make sure all the dye that can get out with just water gets out

I put a lot of dye on her scalp and I just keep running my hands in her hair

"Where's the shampoo?", I ask

The box came with some kind of shampoo for colored hair

A small bottle that will probably cover almost nothing

At least there's full bottles of shampoo and conditioner in the shower

I made sure the hotel staff put it in when I told her I'd dye her hair for her

She leans to the built in shower seat bench and hands me the small tube

"This is so not gonna be enough", she tells me

"Yeah jagi, but look", I tell her, pointing to the shampoo, conditioner and body wash dispensers behind her, "There's enough there"

"Huh. How did I not notice that?"

"Well baby, I am in here naked with you and we both know how much you love looking at me", I tease

She bursts out laughing, "Yeah you're right"

"I'm just kidding jagi", I smile, emptying the shampoo from the tube all in her hair

"Well you can be kidding and still be right"

"I guess", I chuckle, lathering up her hair

The suds turn black the more I move the shampoo around her hair

Damn, that hair dye is strong stuff

"Go under the water for me jagi", I ask

When she moves under it, I rinse her hair

She was right, that small shampoo did almost nothing for her hair

"I'm gonna shampoo your hair again ok?"

She nods, "Ok Kyunnie"

I pump a lot of shampoo into my hand then lather her hair again

I put a lot so the lather is overflowing, making me laugh at how funny she looks

"What's funny baby?", she grins

"You baby. There's so much soap all over your hair. It looks like you're wearing a soapy hat"

She giggles, making the soap flutter around on her head

Moving my fingers against her scalp, I massage the soap in

She closes her eyes, a look of complete content on her face

I knew she'd like it

She loves when I play with her hair

It puts her to sleep almost right away and honestly I love having my fingers in her soft hair

"Under the water baby", I tell her, guiding her back under it

I run my fingers in her hair, helping the soap wash out

Her eyes are closed, the water running over her face

She looks so fucking sexy with her hair wet, her fucking body wet, drops of water all over her skin

The black hair suits her so fucking well

She's looks fucking stunning

Her eyes open, she smiles at me and I can't take it

I need her

My hand moves on its own, in her hair, leaning down and crashing my lips to hers

She kisses me back, her tongue in my mouth, falling into her, my mind clear of everything but her

Tugging her to me, I keep her against me, feeling her wet skin against mine

Moving one hand down, I grip her ass, shoving her pussy against my hard on

Rolling my hips, I grind against her, the friction feeling good

She moves with me, rubbing against me, one of her hands burying in my hair

I feel her wetness spreading on me, loving every second of it

She moves her head back, pressing kisses to my jaw

I close my eyes against the feeling of her beautiful lips on me, moaning softly

She moves the kisses to my neck, right into the spot she now knows is my weakness

Her tongue licks the spot, leaving my skin wet, another kiss pressed right into the spot

"Oh god", I whimper

She moves back from me, her gorgeous brown eyes on mine as she slowly kneels down

She's blown me before but I don't know what it is about this time that makes me so fucking excited

Maybe it's the way she's looking at me

Maybe it's the way she knelt down so slowly

I don't know but I know I'm waiting in anticipation

She leans closer, her tongue licking along my length from base to tip, gently taking my head in her mouth

She sucks once and I let out a loud moan as pleasure fills me

She placed her tongue on the underside of my head, sucking on me, her tongue gliding along at the same time

Moving down my length more, she sucks harder and I have to grab onto her hair to keep myself steady

"Oh baby", I whimper, pleasure in my veins, "So good baby. You're mouth is so good"

She surges forward, taking my whole cock in her throat, sucking as hard and fast as she can

"Bbbb...baby fuck"

I watch her head bob back and forth, sliding half way down my length then moving back up, burying me in her throat

She goes faster with every thrust, swallowing when I'm all in again, her throat constricting so fucking tightly

Tilting my head back, I moan, the pleasure so intense it's making my legs and body shake

I'm so close and instead of letting go, I move her off me

Her eyes immediately are on mine, a question in them

I hold out my hands to her and she takes them, unsure

Pulling her up, I bend down, gripping her thighs and lifting her up

As her legs wrap around me, I lean her against the shower wall

Her arms wrap around my neck and I hold her with one hand, using my other to guide my cock into her

I sink into her, her pussy instantly sucking me inside, opening so perfectly for me

"Kyunnie", she whimpers as I bottom out

"Yeah baby", I whisper, moving my hand back to her perfect ass, kissing her cheek

"Kiss me Kyunnie", she asks

Always

I'll always kiss her

Pressing my lips to hers, fireworks blast in my vision

She kisses me deeply, pleasurably, her tongue right against mine

Pulling back, I enter her again, all the way, rubbing her spot with my tip

She moans in my mouth, her arms tightening around my neck, the fingers of one of her hands running softly in the back of my hair

Gripping her thighs, I move faster, rolling my hips into her, stretching her hole open, her grip on me so tight

It's like she wants me inside her, always pulling me back in

Her hips start moving as much as she can, meeting me when I thrust in

The feeling of her moving with me is so fucking pleasurable I can't help but yell

"Jo, baby, yes"

She grinds on me, wiggling more and more onto my cock, the circular motions of her hips feeling fucking out of this world

The next thrust in, I hold her against the wall with my body, buried deep inside her

I move my hips in a circle, grinding into her hole, moving my length around while I'm inside her, grazing her spot

I've never done this before, usually just barrelling in and out

But I want to see if it makes a difference if I move my dick around, if it makes anything feel better for her inside

By her screaming reaction and her legs tightening around me, I think it does feel good for her

"Like that baby?"

"Yes Kyunnie. Yes!"

Her nails dig into my shoulder, her fingers pulling my hair hard

Keeping myself buried inside her, I continue to rub inside her cunt, feeling her shake in my arms

Her pulsing gets faster as I open her up in a different way

She likes this and so do I

It's a different kind of pleasure, more soft for me but so much for her

And she's all that matters right now

I press kiss after kiss to her neck, continuing my movements, feeling her get closer, her throbbing more frequent

"Kyunnie", she cries, exploding on me, her head pressed against the tiles, her eyes closed as she moans my name and shakes in my arms

"Yes good girl", I praise her, her orgasm so fucking blissful, "My good baby. Fuck"

"Changkyun", she whimpers, making me smile against her skin, hearing her say my name

As her orgasm ends, I pull her away from the wall, sitting on the shower bench, keeping myself inside her

I press kiss after kiss down her neck, as she starts to softly bounce on me

Up and down, up and down, taking me fully inside her, clenching around me so blissfully

Lifting up her breast, I attached my mouth to her nipple, sucking softly, feeling her flood my lap

"Kyunnie, fuck", she moans, pulling my hair, sending shivers down my spine

Her legs move faster, her bounces harder and I move my arms tighter around her waist

Her hand moves to my cheek, touching softly as I play on her nipple

I feel her fingers trying to move me off her nipple, so I reluctantly let go, letting her lift my face to hers

She presses her lips against mine, in a soft kiss as she comes back down my length, her orgasm starting

Hers starts mine and I kiss her desperate, hungrily as I release inside her in massive pleasure

Her arms tighten around me, her body pressed against mine and I'm in total heaven

I don't want to be anywhere else but in her arms, kissing her, holding her

Never letting her go

But of course we have to stop

When we pull away, she looks at me, smiling softly as she touches my cheek

And I can't help but smile back

"We should get out before we get all wrinkly", she jokes

I take her hand, pressing kisses to her fingertips

"You already are grandma", I tease

She catches my hand, turning mine over

"Well well grandpa Kyunnie", she laughs, "Looks like you're old too"

I burst out laughing

She's so cute, so funny

She makes me genuinely laugh and it's been so long since someone other than Jooheon has done that

"Ok ok grandma. Let's finish up and we can go lay down ok?"

"Sounds perfect", she agrees

She stands up, kissing my cheek, then turns away, getting the conditioner bottle

Quickly getting up, I take the bottle from her and she turns around

"I'm doing it remember?"

She smiles and nods, "Ok Kyunnie"

Opening the bottle, I load the conditioner in her hair from her scalp to the ends

Then I pull her against me, hugging and holding her tightly

She lays her head on my chest, her arms around my waist, hugging me

Leaning down, I lay my head on the top of hers, running my fingers through her conditioned strands

There's no talking, no noise, just us holding each other and being together

And while I have her in my arms, it hits me

What I've been denying for months

Why I'm doing all this with her

Why this was never just a one night stand

Why I think about her all the time

Why I spend time with her, help her study, volunteered to dye her hair, why I'm in here washing her hair and her body

Why I seem to be the happiest when I'm with her

It's because I'm completely in love with her

And we can never work

Fuck

#ksmutclub #love motel #changkyun fanfic #changkyun fic #changkyun smut #i.m fics #i.m smut #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fic #monsta x smut

[nayialovecat]

A small compression of almost all the sketches drawn with my style (apart from the one I threw separately and is already linearted - expect colour in next days, and also except for one of the first, where I thought Lamb would look better with wool not surrounding the entire face... they didn't look better, they looked like an ugly faun X"D). By the way, Lamb got a name in my version - their name is Wrath, although nobody talks to them that way. They still has no gender either. And if you are wondering if I am planning a comic with them... well, I'll not fool myself anymore and say a very hesitant: maybe?...

And since I love doing this with my sketchy mosaics... time for a sketches description!

1 and 2 are rather obvious. I love the opening sequence in both the animation and the game version. 3 - a fun fact about some species of sheep that you may not know: their wool grows all the time. Which means that if they are not sheared, their wool will grow so that they cannot move and they will eventually starve to death. These sheep are probably the only animals whose existence now is possible only thanks to humans. So... if you were wondering where Lamb gets all these nice red robes for their followers - I will suggest that the dye is the blood of the enemies of the only righteous cult :P 4 - I just wanted to draw Wrath in profile. 5 - I'm amazed how Lamb looks in the game when they are low on HP... 6 and 7 - just an exercise in drawing heads and facial expressions. 8 and 9 - a fight! After all, fights are an important part of this game. 9 didn't come out very well, but I think it was second or third picture drawn in my style, so forgive me... 10 - it is also one of the first when I was still considering drawing black pupils for them. After this one drawing, I gave it up completely. 11 - In reflecting on the nature of my Lamb, I have come to the conclusion that they are quite cynical, mean and vindictive. Then, I came to the conclusion that the Red Crown would have a personality of its own independent of both Wrath and The One Who Waits. And the common conclusion from this was that there would be some minor tensions and malice between Wrath and the Crown. As if someone didn't know, in the game we must, among others clean up the poops our followers are making - and our Red Crown obligingly turns into EVERY tool Wrath need, he-heh... 12 - Exactly. Little malices. 13 - And this is probably my favourite sketch, another one to be linearted. But for now I don't lineart it, 'cause for the whole picture I will also need a group of followers, and I don't want to draw them at the moment.

Hope you like it. If not - well, it makes me happy so you have to get used to it. It will be more of them!

#Cult of the Lamb #Wrath the Lamb #sheep #lamb #ocultism #and (spoiler) The One Who Waits is a cat #I love that game even if I played only demo

[taohs]

Yeah.. Being an introvert, socializing is too much for me to handle. I was drained to say or do anything at the time. And, of course, there was my personal life.

Along with slight depression for a while too.

But I'm fine.

~

I would recommend Alice In Borderland. As far as I know, there's only two seasons. I doubt there would be anymore seasons. Unless the next seasons were based on the manga spinoffs, but then that means only the main character would be in that storyline.

There's a few characters I enjoy. But I won't say that much until after you start watching, if you do watch the show anyway.

Actually.. There's a lot of Korean series that I watch that are based from webtoons. Like Bloodhounds! I can say that I'm so in love with the two male actors (and their characters). My new husbands. They are everything I look for in a man. So gorgeous, tall and muscular. So strong they could kill a man with their bare hands in they wanted to. And their muscles. 🤤

I have types for real people and fictional characters, basically the same type for real and fictional people if that clarifies some things about me.

Anyway. Joking aside. I do think you should watch Bloodhounds.. I highly recommend the series to the people who enjoy crime action series. I might really rewatch that again for the umpteenth time.

I also watched Extracurricular which is a Korean crime drama. I recommend that show too. Which reminds me! If you do watch the show.. There's this character who drives a van with an anime character painted on the side. When you see the character up close, I can clearly see Roberta from Black Lagoon. I might have to take a picture of that the next time I watch the show again.

I will rewatch Sweet Home before the new season comes out, same with All Of Us Are Dead. And yes! The Korean zombie series.

Actually! That's funny. I was actually just watching the trailer for Vincenzo so that may be my next new show, at least one of my next shows.

I have already seen Train To Busan, years ago when the movie came out. Kingdom might be an option, I might have to rewatch the trailer before deciding.

You're already caught up with the whole Black Clover series? I wasn't expecting you to be finished already. At least now you could watch other series.

Which characters didn't you care for?

Now that my roots already grow in, I might really be dyeing my roots tomorrow. I already took you that.

I don't really have many people who bullied me, and harrased me.. Or any of that. Not as often as people would think. And, when I was harrased, they were a lot of guys who would just make vulgar comments about my size for the most part. Those vulgar types of comments usually resulted in my hitting them.

But most of the time I never realized people were harassing me for one reason or another. Maybe that was the autism in me not understanding those social cues. I don't know.

Wait! Did I not contact you through instant messages?

💋

from an introvert to another introvert, i totally get you 🥲 there are just times where you only want yourself as your own company. it's interesting since i was an extrovert when i was younger, but i just can't be as outgoing as before now. i'm glad to hear that you're doing better though! i definitely have missed seeing your messages

ooh i'll note all these korean recommendations down! i definitely enjoy korean series a lot, especially if they fit into the genres that i'm into (like crime/thrillers/action) or have an actress that i like. do you read the webtoons that the adaptations are based off of too? i read sweet home before watching the live action, and i really enjoyed it. i thought the webtoon was significantly scarier actually. i didn't know there was a season 2 coming though!!

one of my friend recommended Extracurricular before, so i'll bump that up my watchlist! i recognize the main actor from another kdrama that i've watched. and OMG THEY HAD ROBERTA SHOWING IN ONE OF THE SCENES?! soooo cool. i will check out bloodhound too. ahaha if i ever watch anything with your taste in men too, i'll let you know 😉 mine are literally just strong older women who can kick my butt. both in fiction and in real life. you probably know that by now

yup! i binged the black clover series quite quickly. i enjoyed the elves' arc a lot. the spade kingdom's arc is also nice, but some of the anime fillers dragged it on quite a bit, so i started reading the manga while i was catching up at the same time. then of course i had to watch the movie for mereo too. the manga looks like it is going on a tri-monthly update now so i'll have to wait, which i don't mind since the author can take care of himself and map out the story the way he wants to with less pressure

the characters i didn't really care for are yuno and nozel... i have a LOT of thoughts for them honestly but if i go off on a rant this will take me forever. im also just not interested in deadpan/stoic character types like them, so that may be another reason why. as for yuno... i don't dislike him, but i do find him quite bland? mostly i just feel like he has a lot of room for development that tabata just... doesn't do anything with. he already has limited screentime, so not being able to see him actually work for all the powers that he got makes it hard for me to feel anything towards him. i'll definitely like him a lot more if we can see even just a little more of his thoughts and feelings. wait! are you caught up with the manga too? not sure what i would be spoiling if you aren't

and no! i don't think i've received an instant message from you before

#answered #💋 anon

[elwynten]

New Universes 11

Celebration and Dungeon dive

Later that evening, I walked into the living room. Bell and Hestia were sitting on the couch talking. "Hi guys. Do you have any plans for supper?" I asked them.

Bell and Hestia looked at each other. "We're going out to eat. It's a date." Hestia told me. "Why?"

Bell looked a little shocked at Hestia's pronouncement that they were going out on a date.

"My Team was going to go to The Benevolent Mistress (aka The Mistress of Fertility) to celebrate our first dungeon dive." I told her.

"That sounds like fun. Have a good time." Hestia told me.

"Thank you. I'll see you later. Have fun Bell." I said and turned to leave.

My Team and I left the house and walked to The Benevolent Mistress. As we walked in, one of the waitresses walked up to us. "How many?" She asked.

"Four." I replied.

She led us over to a table. "Seating four." She called to the room in general. "I'm Ryu, do you know what you want to eat?" She asked.

"Hello Ryu. Bell speaks highly of you." I replied.

"Bell? Bell Cranel? You know Mr. Cranel?" Ryu asked.

I Smiled at Ryu. "We," I waved my hand around the table indicating my Team and I. "recently joined the Hestia Familia. So, yes we know Bell."

Ryu nodded her head. "I am glad that Bell has friends, and his Familia is growing." She said, then she took our orders and left to have them filled.

As we waited for our order, I pointed out the different waitresses and told my Team their names. "The Cat person with the black hair is Chloe, the cat person with brown hair is Anya, she's nice but a bit of an airhead. The Elf with dark hair is Ryu, our waitress (In the manga her name is Lyu, and she dyes her hair dark unless she goes into the dungeon then she has blond hair), The one with brown hair is Runoa, that one with the blue gray hair is Syr. And last is the owner, Mia. Some people call her Mamma Mia. Of course, there is the kitchen staff, but I don't know them." By that time our drinks had arrived.

"Thank you." I told Ryu as she put my drink in front of me.

After Ryu walked away. "But don't cause any trouble because most of them are or were fourth level or higher adventurers." I warned my Team.

"Wow! Fourth level. That's really good." Iris said.

"Mia was fifth level before she opened the tavern." I added.

"I would imagine there is very little fighting with so many high level people working here." Kimmy observed.

"If a fight does break out it doesn't last long." I admitted.

I raised my tankard up. "To Team STIG (Starling)." I said. Kimmy, Cindy and Iris raised their tankards and almost in unison said. "To Team STIG."

Ryu walked up with our food as we finished the toast. As she placed the food on the table. "If I may ask, what do you mean by team starling?" Ryu asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "We all attended a school that teaches people to fight monsters. Your first day at the school they put you into teams of four people. They take the initials of each member of your team and put them together to make a team name. So, when we teamed up to go down into the dungeon, we created a Team name. Usually, the Team leader's initial goes first, but it's difficult to come up with a name that start with a T or E and has a K or G in it. So, we just started going through lists of animals and plants and worked with each of our initials until we found a few names and chose from what we could find. We all liked Starling; thus, we are Team STIG." I explained.

"I've never heard of a school that teaches people how to fight monsters." Ryu stated.

"It's in another country." Iris piped in.

"Interesting. I would like to hear more about this school, sometime." Ryu replied. "Well enjoy your food." She said right before she walked away.

I nodded my head in understanding. "When there is more time." I replied as Ryu walked away.

We had a good time eating, drinking and having fun. Since each of us has 'Poison Proof' we can't get drunk no matter how much alcohol we drink.

= = = = = = = = = = =

We had been working our way down in the dungeon. Every time we went into the dungeon, we would hit two floors. One floor for each twenty-four hours we are in the dungeon. Because of that this is our second week going into the dungeon and we are ready to go to floors eight and nine.

Again, Rosni showed up a few minutes early. "Hello Eilwyn, Cindy." She said as she entered the church.

"Morning Rosni. Raring to go I see." I said chuckling.

"I'm more raring to get all that meowney." Rosni said and giggled.

"Ha-ha-ha-ah." I laughed. "That too. I'm hoping that on floors eight and nine we'll get more and bigger magic stones." I told her.

Rosni nodded her head in agreement. "Yes, floor eight will have bigger and stronger monsters and floors ten and eleven will have even stronger monsters. So, you'll get bigger and better magic stones. Magic stones from an orc are usually fifteen hundred valis to two thousand valis each, sometimes a little more." She informed us.

"That sounds good." I said as Kimmy and Iris walked into the sanctuary of the church.

"Sorry we're late." Iris apologized.

"That's ok." I told them then I turned back to Rosni. "You have been working with us for about going on two weeks already. You need to join a Familia so you can increase your status and so you can level up. I know Hestia would love for you to join our Familia or Miach would be another good Familia to join. You won't be able to go much deeper without joining a Familia." I told Rosni.

"Yah, you're right, and I've been thinking about what Familia I should join. The Hestia Familia isn't very big, but the people in her Familia are friendly, nice and honorable. If a bit weird." She said with a grin on her face. "Would I be able to join the Hestia Familia before we leave for the dungeon today?" Rosni said.

I grinned. "I'm sure that would be possible." I told Rosni then I turned to Kimmy. "Would you take Rosni to see Hestia and tell her that Rosni wants to join our Familia." I asked Kimmy. "Since Rosni's joining our Familia, I need to go and get her something." I added and turned to go into another room.

"Come on, Rosni. Follow me." Kimmy told Rosni.

Once out of sight of Rosni I opened a portal to Pern. I closed the portal once I was on Pern. I went to the armory and retrieved a short sword with a bonding Rune, an Extended Range rune and Ice Control rune and it is also a Hestia Sword. I also found a wrist cross bow with dust bolts. The dust being earth, fire, ice, electricity and gravity. And with a Bonding rune and the Doppelganger rune, so when she shoots a bolt, it will be able to create up to thirty copies.

While I was in the Armory, I also found Hestia weapons for each of my Team members. I made sure they were all like their main weapons. They act exactly like Bell's Hestia Knife where the owner gets stronger, the stronger the weapon gets. Although all benefits of the weapons work if they are bonded to their owner as well as if they are being used.

I went back outside and opened a portal to the house in Orario. Once through I closed the portal and waited for Hestia to finish with Rosni.

A few minutes later Rosni walked out to the living room with a big smile on her face. "I'm now a member of the Hestia Familia." She told me.

"Congratulations. I have a few gifts for you." I told Rosni.

"Gifts? You don't need to give me anything." Rosni said.

"I know I don't need to, but I want to. Plus, they will help you in the dungeon. First is a new short sword." I said and handed the sword to Rosni. "Next is a wrist cross bow." Again, I handed it to her. Then I explained the runes on both weapons and about the short sword being a Hestia sword. "And last is a Companion." I finished.

Rosni's eyes lit up. "Y-you mean l-like what your Team has?" She asked surprised.

I nodded my head in agreement. Then a Winged Manticore ran up to Rosni. "Her name's Ushi. And get used to having her in your head all the time." I didn't need to do much explaining since Rosni had seen our Companions so often.

Automation Name: Ushi Mythical (Winged Manticore) (Golden Eagle-Clouded Leopard, scorpion) Intelligent L2 Strength L2 Agility L1 Speed L1 Durability L2 Regeneration L2 Teleportation L1 Sustanence L2 Elemental Blast L1 (Electricity/Lightning) Size L2 Magical L1 (Mending, Dancing Lights, Cleaning) Flight Shapeshift L1 (Winged Manticore, Clouded Leopard, Golden Eagle, Scorpion, Horse (Dutch Heavy Draft), Dog (Bernese Mountain Dog) Venom L1 (Tail, Paralisis)

Rosni looked from Ushi to me then back to Ushi. "I never expected you to give me one of these Companions. I didn't even know you could give them to people." She exclaimed.

"I can give Companions to anyone I want. And I wanted to give one to you. The two of you can talk to each other mind to mind although Ushi can talk out loud if she wants to. Plus, there are several abilities that she has that you get as well. Such as, she is stronger than normal, so you are now stronger. More than three times stranger to be exact. She can fly so you can fly. She can tell you everything you both are able to do now. If you have any questions, you can ask any member of my Team, that includes me." I told Rosni. "She has what is called Normalization, which means anyone that sees her will not think there is anything unusual about her, but it is still a good idea for her to stay in animal form when she is in the city." I added.

"Yah, I can understand that. People might think she's a monster that escaped from the dungeon." Rosni admitted.

"With the Normalization it's not likely anyone would think she's a monster, but it's always better to be safe than sorry. Although here she can be in her winged manticore form." I said

"As a bonus, you can move into the Familia house if you want to. Of course, if you already have a place, you don't have to move in. But it is cheaper if you do." I told Rosni.

"Does it cost anything to live here?" Rosni asked.

I shook my head, no. "Nothing extra. There is the usual ten percent of what you earn that goes to the Familia. We all pay that if we live here or somewhere else. But other than that, there is no extra cost." I informed her.

"I'll think about it. Thank you for everything, especially Ushi. I never imagined I'd have a Companion of my own." Rosni replied.

"You're welcome." I told Rosni, then I looked around at everyone else. "Ok, everyone, let's get going." I told them and motioned for all of them to gather around me. "You know what to do. Everyone put a hand on my shoulder or arm." I instructed them. I then searched the dungeon on the seventh floor where we had been when I ported us out of the dungeon. Finding it clear. "Close your eye." I said. Then I ported us to the dungeon. "Open your eyes." I told them.

On the 8th and 9th floors the rooms are bigger than on the 1st-7th floors. The rooms are closer together as well. The ceiling is now around 11 yards high and there is moss on the walls which are a brown color and there is grass growing on the floor. There is a phosphorescence light that is as strong as sun light, so it is easy to see down here. The monsters are the same the upper floors except the are stronger and they spawn faster.

We arrived at the same place we had been when we left the dungeon the last time. I looked at Rosni. "If you're not confused to much, which way to the eighth floor?" I asked.

"Let me think. We were here two days ago, correct?" Rosni asked.

I nodded my head in agreement. "Yes, this is the same spot where we ported out of the dungeon two days ago." I agreed.

"Okay, that means the stairs to the eighth floor are…" Rosni pointed to our left. "That way." She directed us.

"Ok, same formation as last time. Cindy and Kimmy in front, Iris and I are in the back and Rosni in the middle." I gave the marching orders. "Let's go." We all started walking in the direction Rosni had indicated.

I have memorized the maps for the first ten floors, but we had Rosni as our supporter, and she knew the layout of the first ten floors. So, I wasn't going to usurp her role in the group.

"Not that I believe I need to do it, but just in case… don't forget about the lizards. Look up fairly often so they don't drop on us." I reminded everyone.

It only took us twenty minutes to reach the stairs down to the nineth floor. It would have been shorter, but we had to fight some kobolds and goblins on the way.

We paused on the eighth floor at the bottom of the stairs.

"Let's try to get more magic stones than last time." Iris suggested.

We had only been walking three or four minutes when we found a horde of Killer ants.

"Quick kill mode. We don't want any of them calling in more killer ants." I told my Team and Rosni. I was going to have to rethink that. Rosni is part of our team and a member of the adventuring party.

I used my elemental breath and shot titanium spindle darts at the killer ants to my right side.

A couple minutes later all of the killer ants were dead, and Rosni was going around picking up all of the magic stones.

"Killer ants are the worst. If you don't kill them all quickly, they call for back up and you have to fight even more of them." Kimmy said with a shudder.

"At least they aren't minotaur's." Iris said.

"Orcs!" Kimmy called. "And Imps! Why do they like to work together!?" She lamented.

"Cindy and Iris go after the imps. Kimmy and I'll take the orcs. And everyone make sure Rosni isn't attacked." I called out as I summoned my Naginata.

I ran towards an orc to my right. Raising my naginata's blade over my head. I was fifteen feet from the orc when I brought the naginata down. The extended range forming a blade fifteen feet in front of my naginata, slashed through the orc stopping it in its tracks. A moment later it burst into a cloud of smoke and ash. I pivoted to my right and took a quick look back to make sure Rosni was ok.

Rosni had her wrist cross bow held up ready to shoot anything we missed or if any of us got overwhelmed by monsters.

I turned my attention back to the orcs and lunged towards the closed one to me. I thrust my naginata straight at it stabbed and killing it. The orcs were starting to get to close to us, so I created electricity and shot it at the closest orcs to me. The electricity arced from one orc to the next, killing four orcs, one right after the other. There was a lingering smell of ozone from the electrical strikes.

Kimmy, Cindy and Iris had finished off their monsters, so Rosni set about picking up all of the magic stones.

"Dropped Item." Rosni told us. "It's a Goblin Fang. Not bad."

"That's good. It's a bonus." Iris replied.

When all the magic stones and dropped items were picked up, we headed on down the hallway of the nineth floor.

You have to have a lot of strength and stamina just to go from floor to floor. The stairs are long between each floor so going back up is a long climb back up to each floor. So, if you don't have enough strength and stamina, you won't make it back out of the dungeon. Even if you get past the stairs, you're so tired and the monsters get you. That's something no one mentions to new adventurers. They tell you about the monsters and the hazards of the dungeon, but they don't tell you about the long hard climb back up the stairs.

We hadn't walked two hundred feet when we were greeted by a hoard of Needle Rabbits and Imps. I don't know what it is, but it seems that when you find a monster there is usually one or two different kind of monsters close by. You almost never find just one kind of monster all by itself. I don't know if the dungeon spawns two or three different kinds of monsters in the same area or if once spawned the monsters try to find other monsters that are a different kind than themselves.

"Taima! guard Rosni." I tell Taima. This is nothing new. I've had Taima protect Rosni many times before. If there are just a few monsters Rosni usually won't need any extra protection. She will be able to defend herself. But if there are a lot of monsters like this time, I like to make sure Rosni won't get attacked. And seeing so many monsters, I didn't think about Ushi, Rosni's Companion.

Iris and I were in front, so I claimed the monsters on my side. I threw my naginata like a spear. As it left my hand, I used Doppelganger to make thirty more naginatas that flew towards the imps and needle rabbits. I recalled my naginata and repeated my actions only at a slightly different trajectory. My tactic worked. All of my monsters were killed, so I turned to see if anyone might need my help.

I needn't have worried. The girls were finishing up killing their monsters. Kimmy was using her Telekinesis to control her pole Axe, thus attacking the imps and needle rabbits at a distance. It was fascinating watching the pole axe move around hitting and killing the monsters with no one holding the weapon.

As fast as the battle started, it ended just as fast. We all looked around to make sure there were no more monsters.

"All clear." Cindy stated. Which was Rosni's que to start picking up all the magic stones and any drop items.

As Rosni was picking up the magic stones. "We're getting a good haul. We might even double what we got the first time we were in the dungeon after you hired me." Rosni observed.

The rest of our time on floor nine was about the same. Short periods of calm and us walking around with bursts of fighting monsters.

In a way it is like Remnant. On Remnant you usually left the city to find monsters or Grimm. While in Orario you usually go into the dungeon to find monsters. The main difference being the monsters in the dungeon drop magic stones that can be turned in for money, when they are killed. Whereas on Remnant Huntsmen and Huntresses are hired or paid to kill Grimm or hired to protect a town or village from the Grimm.

After we had been in the dungeon for forty-eight hours, I ported everyone to the park around Bable Tower. From there we went to the Guild Hall so we could cash in our magic stones and drop items.

Even on bad we usually walk away with over 50,000 valis each. Although usually we get 100,000 valis plus each, and that includes Rosni's cut since she now gets an equal share and ten percent to the Familia.

#DanMachi #Dungeon #girls in a dingeon #monsters #Familia #dungeon crawl

[ducknotinarow]

For @aflockoffeathers

(I worte a situation in discord about this before but I decided to add on to it uwu)

"Damn it" Richard said looking at his phone after it had dried off it wouldn't turn on, the fear from speaking about a replacement before meant the eagle would be woth out it for the rest of Baileys time away on the latest work trip they needed to go out for. Sure land lines existed but it meant Richard wouldn't be able to send them any pictures.

His oh look how fantastic and handsome and drop dead gorgeous I am selfish that he sent Bailey everyday. Just incase the rooster forgit of course. That put a damper on his mood, he had emailed his husband of the likely hood so he didn't need to worry about that he'll just call them tonight once Bailey is back at his hotel room.

"Might be for the best" he said to his reflection now as he was looking himself over "I didn't even noticed those, Fuckers always sneak in like this." He said looking at the silver that had weaved into his wonderfuly ebony black hair. "Least he can't tease me over them. I'll pick up some dye later." Running his hand through his hair checking the damage to see if root touch up would be all he needed over a whole box of dye.

Vainty was a surely his sin all his worth set on to the superficial...Bailey may tease but. His eyes widen a bit as he step back fuck what was he thinking? Was he seriously considering....not dying the grey over? Yes, apperently!?! Why in the fuck was he even entertaining this idea? Something Bailey said maybe about how he'll look good with grey hairs even. Richard chewed the thiught over more tugging out a strand of silver, of cross the myth that will make more grow in its place crossed his mind. Turning it in his fringers. "God I'm stupid for this."

Even once the phone was repaired Richard resisted his need to take a picture and send it to Bailey it was never brought up in conversation over the phone when the rooster was on his way back home finally. Richard had sporuted more grey, he felt the one he plucked proved the myth to him now. It's why he didn't take a picture he hate how it look all those Grey's in his hair but he didn't dare touch the box of dye. Not yet, he'll ask Bailey to help him...the excuse for why he let the Grey's come in.

That was such a dumb lie they both knew he could do it himself. A heavy sighed escapsed his beak. He looked at his phone Bailey should be home soon. And in a second the screen lights up with Baileys name, their cute jealous fave the caller ID still. "H hey baby you almost here?" Why did he trip over his words just now? Hopfully they didn't catch that. "Yeah I'm here, oh so soon uh?" Distracted by his reflection but he feels he's pulling off this call well "miss you can't wait to..Kiss you?" Did the fading of his hair effect his charm? He hung up and made his way to the door.

Talons tapped on the floor this felt like forever staring at the door from where he stood, soon he just opens it stands outside hell help bring Baileys stuff in right instead if waiting yeah thats why he was out here. Watching thier car make it'd way up now it felt like it was crawling at a snails pace. Richard recounted how many Grey's had appeared since he let them come through it be enough to notice that was for sure...if he swept his hair back though? NO.

Deep breath take in and slowly released he was going through with this. His head snapped up once hearing the car door shut seeing Bailey he did his best to offer them his usual smile....it was crooked as if Richard forgit how a smile should look. Could bring himself to walk over and meet them half way even, he was frozen in place. Till Bailey closed the space between them arms open wide ready to kisses Richards face.

Then they see it they pause. Eyeing the grey in Richards hair, he swallow thickly. It's fine its okay it's going to be okay Richard has to repeat in his mind over and over again. "Uh welcome back I missed you." Trying not to draw attetion to the obvious here "here let me grab your things so you can settle inside." He manages to force himself to move now.

Bailey stops him hands cupping his face gently, Richard stared at them as he felt thier touch trace up to his hair feeling over the Silver locks. It's as if his fears are being swept away with the very motion. Why he was scared in the first place he didn't know vainty maybe? If he let himself go would Bailey reject him? That was a fear he shouldn't even hold...and yet. Lowering his head down a bit as Bailey voices he looks good.

It's enough to make the eagle laugh, "sure." He didn't buy that "now please for the love of all help me dye my hair this has been the worst two weeks of my life."

#muse| richard evans alder #aflockoffeathers #[mocha i wanna feel like this forever aflockoffeathers] #((there its on the blog!!))

[sweet-seishu]

Don't Run

Pairing: Imaushi Wakasa x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors out) angst if you squint I think, fluff, NOT EDITED.

A/N: this man was looking a lil too good in the new chapter. And I know a million things like this have probably been written but oh well, I'm in my feels.

Waka🍭: 👀

You: 👀

Waka🍭: the purple dye in my hair fading, wanna help me dye it?

You: sure, come on over and I'll help you🤗

Waka🍭:👍

You smiled at your phone, setting it down before getting everything you needed ready.

Wakasa had been your friend for years. You had met him through Shinichiro when you were kids. You three stuck together like glue, you did everything together. You even took part in the Black Dragons, though you never were an official member.

With the three of you being so close, the boys developed a crush on you. You never knew about how Wakasa had felt, only knowing about Shinichiro's feelings due to him confessing to you after you had both gone on a lunch date.

You of course said yes, being the only girl to never reject him as you harbored your own feelings for the dark haired boy.

Wakasa, though he was upset, was truly happy for his best friends, but it really sucked when you guys got older.

Wakasa's feelings for you just never went away, no matter how hard he tried. You were just always there, the only girl on his mind. It hurt watching you with Shin, who had been your boyfriend for a long time.

So long that Shin was planning to propose to you, and he was going to before he died.

Wakasa had never seen you so sad, so depressed. It took months just to get you out of your place for fresh air. You had keft the apartment dark, you didn’t eat, you barely slept and it scared him.

Wakasa had decided to stay with you most of the time, being anchors for eachother while you both mourned, and he slowly helped piece you back together.

And as you started to smile again, seeimg that sparkle coming back into your eyes, his feelings just kept growing. He just didn't want to push you.

When you heard the door open you ran, jumping into Wakasa's arms nearly making him fall back.

"Well hello to you to." He chuckled, hugging you back softly.

"Come on I got everything ready!" You smiled, looking him over and then frowning.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Why did you have to wear a white shirt?" You pouted.

"I don't really care if you get dye on it." He shrugged.

"But I don't want to ruin it." You told him, leading him to the bathroom.

"Fine." Wakasa said before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor. "Better?"

Your breath hitched as you looked at him. He was lean, but man was he fit. He was beautifully sculpted, a nice chest, six pack of abs, and that v line that nearly made you drool.

Why were you thinking like this?

"Y/n?" Wakasa snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Y-yeah." You stuttered. "That's fine, now sit."

Wakasa did as told, letting you get to work on his hair. It was silent as you worked, not uncomfortable though. Wakasa actually enjoyed the silence, just enjoying your presence.

"I'm done." You said softly. "We just need to let it sit for like 15 minutes and I'll wash it out."

"Thanks for helping me." Wakasa smiled as he stood. Your heart did a small flip.

Why does this always happen?

"Anything for you." You told him. "I'll make some tea while we wait."

You went to walk out of washroom, Wakasa doing the same as you made your way to the kitchen.

"No booze this time?" Wakasa asked with a smile, making you stop what you were doing.

Last time Wakasa had come by to visit, you both got quite drunk, which then led to you pecking him on the lips, which of course led to him pulling you onto his lap as you both made out.

You guys hadn't talked about it since it happened. You didn't even know why it happened, or how you could let it.

The thoughts you had about Wakasa, it made you feel guilty, like you were betraying Shinichiro.

"We drank it all last time and I haven't gotten any more." You told him letting the water boil in the kettle.

"Last time..." Wakasa said to himself, remembering what happened between you two.

He wanted to bring it up, wanted to talk about it with you, but you always avoided the subject. He would never force you into anything, but he just needed to know how you were feeling about it.

How you maybe felt about him.

The sound of the kettle brought him out of his thoughts, eyes going to your figure. He smiled as you handed him the tea. You both drank your tea in silence, not wanting to bring the topic up, but Wakasa needed to know.

"Y/n?" He said softly.

"Hmm?"

"Can we please talk about it?" He asked, his sleepy eyes staring into yours. You bit the inside of your cheek, not really knowing what to say. You knew what he wanted to talk about, and you knew you would have to, but you didn't know what to say.

You knew there was unspoken feelings between the both of you, and you knew you weren't just friends. It was so much more, but you couldn't let yourself admit it.

"Y/n-"

"We need to rinse your hair." You said quickly.

Wakasa only sighed, following you back to the bathroom and leaning his head over the bathtub. He let you wash the dye out of his hair, closing his eyes as you gently massaged his scalp.

You couldn't help but smile at the peaceful look on his face, but you face became flushed as your eyes traveled lower, once again checking out his shirtless torso.

When you turned off the water he opened his eyes, chuckling when you threw the towel over his face. He towel dried his hair, going to the mirror to look at it while you cleaned up.

"Thank you sweetheart, looks a lot better than the faded colour."

"Of course, happy to help!" You told him with a smile. As you went to move past him he grabbed your waist, holding you flush against him. "Wakasa-"

"That night- that we kissed I need-" Wakasa let out a breath, his head falling to your shoulder. "Y/n I need to know if it meant anything to you."

"I need to go get something for dinner started, we can talk abou-"

"Stop running away from this please." Wakasa's grip on you tightened. He'd be damned if he let you avoid this again.

"Wakasa-"

"Please." Wakasa pleaded. "I need you to tell me."

"I- I don't know." You told him. "Wakasa I don't know how I feel, because I feel so many things when I think about it. We can talk about it, but can we at least get out of the bathroom?"

Wakasa nodded against your shoulder, letting you lead the way out to the couch. You both sat in silence again as Wakasa held your hand as if you would bolt any second.

"It's funny." You said softly. "When that kiss happened, I felt so happy, it just, it felt right."

Wakasa looked at you, opening his mouth until you spoke again.

"But I also felt like I was betraying Shin."

Wakasa understood, he was one of Shinichiro's closest friends. You being Shin's ex, he could understand why you would feel like that.

"I know it's stupid." You continued. "But I just- I feel so much, and I feel like I'm being pulled in so many directions, like one part of me yearns for you, but the other part it- shit I can't even explain it."

"It's not stupid y/n, your feelings are valid, but you need to know- you need to know how I feel to."

You looked into his eyes, heart beating so fast you were sure he could hear it. He moved closer you, grabbing your other hand, holding them both tightly in his.

"When you kissed me, it was like my dreams were coming true." Wakasa smiled as your breath hitched. "Jesus y/n, I've wanted you to be mine since we were kids. Of course I respected you and Shin, so I tried to keep my distance emotionally, but a part of me was always so mad because I didn't confess first."

Your eyes widened. He liked you all these years?

"I know your confused, but I need you to know how in love with you I am."

Your eyes started to burn, tears forming at your lashline. You immediately tried to remember if there were any signs that you had missed.

But all you could remember is his floppy blonde hair that fell in front of one eye, his smile when he was around you, and how he always had an extra lollipop just for you.

You won't lie and say you never had feelings for him, because you did, even if you did try to ignore them. Of course your feelings back then for Shin were stronger, but you won't say you didn't have a small crush on Wakasa to.

While Wakasa was there for you after Shin's death, you two became so much closer, and though you could never admit it yourself, you slowly started loving him.

"I know it's a lot, and I'm just kind of dumping it on you, but I really do love you y/n." A tear slid down your cheek at his words. "But I know you're conflicted, and that's okay. I just- I just want to ask you to tell me if you don't- if you don't want me."

Didn't want him?

How could you not want him? Yes, you felt guilty, but at the same time, you knew Shin would want you to be happy.

You needed to let yourself be happy to.

"Wakasa." You whispered, letting go of his hand to bring it to his cheek. You gently stroked his cheekbone, noticing how he gently leaned into your touch. "I don't want to run anymore."

"What do you-"

You smiled, leaning in to attach your lips to his, cutting him off. He was taken back at first, but quickly melted into you, moving his hands to your waist again to pull you closer.

You climbed into his lap, straddling him as you let your hands run through is freshly dyed locks. He groaned into your mouth as you pulled his hair gently.

He tasted sweet, just like the last time, the taste of blue raspberry coating your tongue.

When you pulled away, you were breathless, your forehead against his as you both smiled.

"You know, we're sober this time." Wakasa stated, making you chuckle.

"I know." You told him.

"So what does this mean?" Wakasa asked.

"Well, if you'd have me, I'd love it, if I could be yours." You blushed, suddenly feeling so nervous. "I- I know Shin would want me to be happy, and you make me happy Wakasa. You've always been by my side, and I realize that- that I really do love you."

"Y/n, you've been mine in my head for a long time. I promise I'll make you happy, I always will."

You kissed him again, this kiss a lot more heated than the last. You let your hand wander over his chest, feeling the soft skin under your fingertips.

It made you want so much more of him.

You decided to test the waters, slowly moving your hips as you grinded down on him. Wakasa moaned softly, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips before he stopped you.

"Y/n, we don't have to-"

"I want to." You told him, grinding down again onto the growing buldge in his pants. "Wakasa please-"

"Fuck." He said to himself, lifting you off the couch with your legs wrapped around his waist.

He took you to your bedroom, gently laying you on the bed, kissing you softly before grabbing the hem of your shirt. You sat up, letting him pull it off before he went to unhook your bra, letting your tits free. Wakasa moved away, looking at you with dark eyes.

"You're so beautiful." Wakasa said, letting his hands trace your skin. "You've always been beautiful, but wow."

You blushed, looking away from him. You're stomach was doing flips. You were so nervous, yet you were so excited to have him touch you like this.

You moaned when he groped your your breast, eyes closing while your head fell back.

Your breathing got heavier as Wakasa let his hand wander lower, playing with the hem of your sweats before dipping his hand in, a finger running over your clothed folds.

"Oh fuck-" You moaned

"You're so sensitive, and so wet." Wakasa said. "How long has it been since you've been touched sweet girl?"

"S-since Shin died.." You looked away again, it's been years since you've been intimate with anyone, only getting off with your own toys or hands.

"Baby." Wakasa said, making you look back to him. His eyes held no judgement, only love and adoration. "It's okay, I'll go slow yeah?"

You bit your lip and nodded, letting him pull off your sweats and underwear in one quick movement. You watched as he sank to his knees, spreading your legs gently before sending you a wink. You smiled, running a hand through his hair before he licked a stripe through your folds.

You moaned, back arching slightly as he ate you out, his mouth attaching to your clit.

"So sensitive." He whispered, feeling the way your legs twitched everytime his tongue touched you. "How's it feel sweet girl?"

"Wakasa-" You sighed out, moving your hips in rhythm with his tongue. "Feels so good."

He moaned against you, entering a finger into your entrance. You tugged on his hair, making him groan as he ate you out.

You tasted as good as he thought you would, better even, he could get drunk off you so easily, and he felt like he was.

"So close, Wakasa please don't stop." You told him, breathing heavily as your high crept up on you, the coil in your belly tightening.

"Come on sweet girl, let it go." Wakasa said against you. You cried out as the coil snapped, his name falling from your lips like it was the only word you knew.

He helped you ride out your high, finally pulling away when you started to whine.

He kissed his way back up your body, stopping at your breasts to show your nipples some attention, making you gasp and arch into him. When he pulled away he kissed your lips hungrily as you helped him shed his pants and boxers.

When they were finally off you grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly as your lips moved with his.

"Wakasa want you inside me, please." You whined against his lips, positioning him at your entrance.

"Whatever you want baby, whatever you want." Wakasa told you as he slowly pushed himself inside.

You both moaned as he bottomed out. Wakasa kissed your neck softly as he waited for you to adjust.

"Waka please move." You said, moving your hips.

Wakasa grabbed your hands, linking your fingers together as he started slowly moving.

"You feel so good." He moaned, burying his head in your neck. "So perfect, you're so perfect for me."

You squeezed his hands, the only thing you were able to say was his name as he moved in and out of you.

"Wakasa, feel s'good." You muttered, gasping as he hit that spot inside of that made you see stars. "Right there, oh fuck- right there!"

"I got you." Wakasa moaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. "Squeezing me so tight, feel so good around me."

"Close, baby so close" You told him, throwing your head back against the pillows. "Cumming- Waka m'cumming!"

"Shit y/n-" Wakasa moaned, feeling you gush around him. "Gonna cum, where shou-"

"Inside- fuck- please cum inside."

Wakasa thrusted a few more times before stilling against you, painting your walls white. Wakasa let his body lay on yours, being careful not to crush you by supporting himself on his forearms. You both lay there, breathing heavily as you basked in the afterglow.

You whined when Wakasa pulled out, feeling the mix of your releases leak out of you. Wakasa turned onto his side, you doing the same, raising a brow as he stared at you, a small smile on his lips.

"What?" You chuckled, moving closer to him.

"I love you." He whispered, placing his hand on your cheek.

"I love you to." You smiled, kissing his palm. "You make me really happy. I'm sorry I took so long."

"Hey it's okay." Wakasa said, kissing your forehead. "I would of waited forever for you."

You're eyes started burning again, making you hide your face in his chest, his hand going down you your waist.

"I mean it." He told you.

"Why do you have to make me blush like that?" You mumbled, making Wakasa laugh.

"Cause it's cute." He told you. "Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for not running this time."

#tokyo revengers #wakasa x you #tokyo revengers x reader #wakasa imaushi smut #wakasa imaushi #wakasa imaushi x reader #imaushi wakasa #tokyo revengers smut #wakasa x reader #~katie writes○●

[strawberry-nugget]

Oddly specific bnha headcanons

Characters: Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, All Might, Endeavor, Hawks, Dabi

A/N: I'm finally back from my mini hiatus and I finally finished a part of my never ending cursed head canons and I also hit a new milestone so I feel like you all deserve this attempt of mine at comedy for the love I've been getting...I'm also sorry, this is a wild ride, and as you're reading you might wonder why did I make these? And the answer is, simply, because I can 😭, no lol though true... I'm soft so if these made you laugh and you leave an LMAO comment I'll think about it forever uwu. I've talked about most of these with my dear friend @aichiin, who is an amazing artist whom should support in all platforms uwu bye

Warnings: some of this content is NSFW, 18+, so if you're under 18 DO NOT INTERACT

Disclaimer: everyone is at least of 18 years of age

• I can't explain why, and we've seen Endeavor texting shoto in canon but... I feel like probably his texts look like this: …..shoto why aren't you Answering your phone… 

….tell fuyumi to make you soba… . 

… ……are you still friends with that rude boy from school.. 

…I don't want any take out dont get any for me tell natsuo that I'm sorry and try to ask him if he's changed his mind about forgiving me.… 

• All might opens a Facebook account a month before the beloved class graduates as his way to keep on touch with everyone after they're off to fight crime and lives his life as the ultimate Facebook mom and thinks he's texting people but apparently posting on your Facebook wall isn't texting. He has probably made a thousand posts asking midoriya how it works until people just, they just, accept it, I guess, there's nothing else they can do. He uses the Facebook mom tulip emoji and writes in all cap. Give him credit for being so sweet tho. 

And probably it goes like this: "💞🥰🌷🤣WHAT AN AMAZING SUNDAY. GOOD MORNING YOUNG MIDORIYA HOW HAVE YOU BEEN" Ofc he will not hesitate to use all these emojis unironically, in fact, he doesn't know that is the ironic use of an emoji, leave him alone

(Comments on the post most probably go like this: Bakugo: I EXIST TOO YOU OLD HAG, FUCK YOU DEKU, I DIDN'T BRING YOU TO THIS WORLD BUT I SURE WILL TAKE YOU OUT. MOTHERFUCKER. 

Denki: mister al mght do we have english tomorrow ? 

Momo: @denki, no but we have literature, hello mister all might sir, have a nice day too

All might: YOUNG BAKUGO PLEASE WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE 🤣 YOUNG KAMINARI, AS YOUNG YAOYOROZU SAID YOU HAVE LITERATURE AFTER MY CLASS📜 HAVE A BEAUTIFUL EVENING YOUNG YAOYOROZU🌷

• I'm sorry for this but.... Midoriya, Denki and Kirishima probably lick their finger after they absolutely drill it in their noses but here's the deal

Midoriya inspects what he fished out like thoroughly, Denki dissociates while staring at it, and Kirishima does so straight out of his nose

• Someone told Shoto that Saiki K is based on true events and he genuinely believes it and tries to find Saiki K, claiming that he is the answer to all of his problems. Is very subtle about it tho.

• I think that in part one of these atrocious head canons we established that Keigo would willingly put effort to find the clit, right? Listen he probably asks what's the concept of the clit, like why is it outside and not inside- wait you have another spot inside, yeah? He's is so confused and for what? Won't stop for it mid sex but he searches reproduction organ anatomy later on on google because he brought some questions in his brain that need answers. On the clit. You heard me right.

• Dabi looks like he once had a break up that was so rough that he opened a Twitter just to drag the other person down. For once, I won't go into detail and will let your imaginations run wild. 

• I have to do a a cursed one for Bakugo right? Well yeah uhm, he probably was caught flexing his muscles in the mirror during vacation, totally naked too, by one of his friends in his group and screamed in a high pitched voice and picked up that little hotel room fridge to cover himself up and chased them around the hotel room until he just crushed the poor item. To the floor? Because he tried to use it as a cover up and it just slipped... It's even worse if the friend was a potential s/o. He'll scream like one of the screaming/simping TikTok sounds.

• Bakugo also really hates chairs. Idk why I have this headcanon, but I know it in my heart that this man, as an adult, only has those round weird- ish IKEA stools around the kitchen table that's all. No more chairs. Nothing.

• this is too self indulgent but Kirishima and Deku look like the people who, while washing forks, spoons etc they create whole stories about them and treat them like characters, and others would just look at them so confused as to why it takes 16 minutes to wash off a spoon and why are they also crying but you wouldn't understand. This spoon is Cinderella. Back off and let. them. finish. their. stories.

• I feel like Jirou has phases where she only wants to wear black but then she sees a nice pair of jeans and buys it, and then buys some more and then she gets mad about having blue jeans and she dyes them, but then she grows out of that phase for a few months and she tries to find ways to make the fabric paint fade away

• I also think that she, after spending a little time with Momo, spends money on a lot of clothes, and it's not like Momo buys too many clothes, but Jirou always wants to upgrade her wardrobe and ends up feeling lost on what she wants to wear

• Denki and Kirishima turn into the same person a little more every single time they hang out together. You'll listen to Denki say 'manly' all the time and Kirishima starts trying to find leather jackets that look cool on him, and just adopts Dennis speaking habits.

#bnha #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fanfiction #denki kaminari #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima #momo yaoyozoru #endeavor #dabi x reader #dabi #all might #mha #bnha fan fiction #bnha cursed heacanons

[cannibal-wings]

i recently started reading survivors and i absolutely love it! i love the way you write miles, waylon and R and the whole story is just fantastic. i'm specifically really looking forward to see waylon and R talk more because that was one of my fave scenes from the last chapter (waylon's my fave character and you write him really well) happy holidays! :D

Wow! First off, an ask in the year 2021 incredible. But also I'm so glad you're enjoying Survivors. I spend so much time and energy on it I'm always so thankful that people read it and like it. ALSO that you like Waylon. I feel like he's underappreciated sometimes, and R and Miles def steal the spotlight frequently. So I'm just really happy that you like him and how I write him! Don't you worry, Way and R will get to talk a lot in the coming chapters. Here, I'll give you a preview of some lighthearted interactions between the three from the next update I'm working on! Context: Miles and Way are dying their hair again.

R walked into the room and said,“You look ridiculous. Change it back to black.”

“What? You don’t like it R? Too bad.”

To Waylon’s credit, he didn’t flinch this time. He said he was going to make an effort to get used to the Walrider and he meant it. “I think it looks good,” Waylon said in Miles’ defense. “I can’t believe I’m saying that, but it’s true.”

“R’s just jealous he doesn’t have hair to dye.”

“We are not.”

“He’s arguing with me right now,” Miles informed Waylon. “He’s totally jealous. Wishes he has hair.”

“We do not! Hair is a disgusting mammalian adaptation that humanity can not get rid of fast enough. We do not understand how you humans can stand having that stuff grow all over your body. It needs grooming and washing and gets caught in things. Horrible. If it were up to Us you would be bald Host.”

“Oh yeah, R definitely wishes he had hair.”

“We do not!”

Miles flinched at how strong the static was yelling. “He wants a big long pony tail and wild amounts of chest hair. His opinion on ass hair though-”

R stormed out of the room and came back with the whiteboard. He began to frantically write on it and shove the resulting paragraphs into Waylon’s face to read. Waylon considered the words, then caught Miles’ eye long enough to say, “Wow R, I can’t believe you’re so passionate about hair. I never would have guessed, thank you for telling me. Maybe we can get you a wig when this is all over.”

R looked between his Host and the human who were both trying very hard not to snicker, before he tossed the whiteboard into the bathtub and left the bathroom in a huff of nanites. As soon as he left both of them started to laugh uncontrollably. “You know,” Waylon said while wiping at his eyes, “I should probably take what he writes seriously, or else there’s no point in the whole whiteboard thing.”

“Nah, nah, that was hilarious. Great work Park.”

“Waylon,” he said quickly. “You can call me Waylon, we went over this.”

“And it’s ok, you’re allowed to joke with him just as much as I am. It does him good, I think. He’s never had this kind of interaction before. It’s not like he hasn’t done it back to me. Like one time, back on the mountain, he made me a big bowl of beans and specifically put lima beans in it because I told him they were my least favorite.”

“So he messes with you? In a normal way?”

“Yeah,” Miles rolled his shoulders and got up to grab the whiteboard out of the tub. “We bicker and mess with each other. A lot more now that we’re on more equal footing with each other. It used to be way more one sided, back when he was all strictly murder robot mode.”

“You mean he’s what? Becoming more human?”

“Sure,” Miles said and motioned for Waylon to dunk his head under the faucet. “I mean I became more monstrous, so why can’t R become more human?” Miles waited for the water to turn off before he continued, “I don’t ever think R will become completely human. Not like you or m…” He trailed off.

“Miles,” Waylon started but stopped.

“Anyways,” he hated turning the conversation awkward. “Do you want a haircut before I start dying it or no?”

#Survivors #Outlast #Man I'm glad new readers enjoy this fic #it's so long and old and I update so slowly I worry you know

[silverwings22]

Let Me Go: Prologue

Trying my hand at Tumblr fanfiction! I absolutely ADORE The Mandalorian, and Din Djarin especially. I hope anyone who reads this enjoys, and I'll be updating as I edit the draft I have.

This is canon-compliant (for the most part) and following the show as we eagerly await season 3.

This fic will be mature, so please if you're under 18 click away.

It will also be featured on my AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/31770277/chapters/78641761

Series Warnings: SMUT, reference to character deaths, canon-typical violence, some dom/sub aspects if you squint, Force ghosts, adult language, Order 66, PTSD, reference to child abuse and childhood trauma, and possible misunderstandings on the writers part of how the Force works.

Chapter Warnings: Reference to severe injury, Force ghosts, childhood trauma, adult language, mentions of past sex (no description)

Next chapter: https://silverwings22.tumblr.com/post/653223455177818112/let-me-go-chapter-1

Title is based on the 3 Doors Down song "Let Me Go" and every chapter is titled with a lyric from the song.

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Prologue: One More Kiss Could Be the Best Thing

Starting over was easy.

Clumpy black goop dripped on the gray durasteel sink inside a tiny closet sized ‘fresher, the young woman inside rubbing it onto her head with gloved hands and carefully dabbing it onto her eyebrows in neat lines. Her eyes were a cool gray blue, staring into the mirror to make sure she got every bit of her short hair with the dye she worked through. The pale platinum blonde at the roots vanished, and as she worked it to the tips the faded grayish undertone darked to jet.

Once she was satisfied with her hair she wrapped it in a sheet of thin duraplastoid to keep it from dripping. She was too practiced at this by now to let the tell-tale gray marks on her skin give her away. She wiped down her hairline and ears, then stepped out into her tiny little apartment to carry on with her day. The apartment was cheap, a single room with a fresher and kitchenette attached. She’d gotten lucky, it was above a little storefront she’d managed to buy to keep herself afloat by growing and selling medicinal plants and salves made from them. She was off work for the afternoon, there was no reason to rush or see anyone, and she needed to do laundry and clean up. The grocery list needed finishing too, and she could go to the market once her hair was done.

She had been in Nevarro since just after the fall of the Empire. It was the longest she’d ever stayed in one place since she was a child, she’d actually started to know people and be recognized around town. She wouldn’t exactly call anyone friends, but it was familiar and solid as the volcanic earth beneath her feet. Almost like putting down roots... It felt odd to have those again, even if the people she interacted with didn’t know the truth from the lie. That was the beauty of the aftermath of war, though. Everything was displaced, with lives so easily wrecked there was no one to say she wasn’t exactly who she claimed to be. More importantly, there was always a handy unspoken reason to not want to talk about the past.

Speaking of which….

“How long are you going to stay here? You have obligations.” A man was standing in the corner of her apartment, in a creme colored tabard and a brown robe. He had ginger hair and a neat beard, and was faintly transparent. And not so faintly grouchy, the irritation bleeding through his cultured Coruscanti accent.

“As long as I want. Forever sounds good.” She stretched lazily out on her battered couch, curling expertly to avoid the broken spring that always wanted to dig itself into her left hip. She still had a sizeable bruise there from falling asleep on the couch a few days before, instead of going to her equally battered but less uncomfortable bed after a long day drying jorgan fruits to sweeten her medicinal teas.

“Zenaria…” He huffed. “You should have long since returned to-”

“I will rot before I go back there.'' She cut him off. “And don’t you dare think you can pull him in here to guilt me. Do you know how long it took me to stop panicking last time? I lost three days of work.” She rolled up the edge of the shorts she was wearing around the house, eying the fading circle of purple and yellow on her hip and trying to ignore her spectral guest. Her pale skin marked up so easily with the least little pressure, scars lingered for years in bright pink before they finally faded to silvery white. Her arms were more scarred than her legs from years in heavy duraweave pants and boots, and the constant exposure to some kind of danger or another.

“I’m sorry, it was never my intention to frighten you my darling.” He murmured. “I thought you needed to... Talk.”

“I don’t mind the fact that you’re haunting me, if a little confused as to why you’re bothering to waste your afterlife on my banthashit. But I never want to see him again. Not even dead. Not redeemed or whatever happened.” she said sourly, looking away from him to disguise a panicked expression with petulance. “I don’t owe him my forgiveness. I don’t owe him shit.” Her teeth gritted. “And I can’t pay you what I owe you so I don’t understand why you don’t go somewhere you’re treated nicer.”

“Dear one, aren’t you tired of running from your destiny?” his voice was so kind, actually considered for a moment the enormity of what he was asking her. Sometimes she was tired of running… but she was more tired of failing every time she tried to be anything more than mediocre.

Zena sighed, tugging up her loose shirt a little more. A round, still pinkish scar sat between her navel and sternum, about as big around as her looped index and thumb could circle. “Would you look at that? It’s still here… so nope.”

The ghostly face looked sad, and walked over to her. Well, he made the motion of walking, but he sort of glided like a holo recording until he was in front of her. “I’m so sorry, my dear girl.” She closed her eyes, feeling a cool tingling on her forehead when the spirit pressed a kiss to it. “I’ll be back to check on you soon… there’s so much you’re capable of, when you’re ready. And I’ll be here until you are.” He faded away as she opened her eyes, leaving her deflating on the couch with her hand over the ugly scar on her middle.

She looked down and eyed it again. It was a horrible reminder, but she doubted anyone she decided to let see her body would really notice; her experience with most men told her they rarely looked anywhere but the chest and apex of her thighs. Not that her sex life hadn’t been one long dry spell for the last few years… noone got laid when being haunted by a father figure. The very air turned to parental disapproval and even those who weren’t Force sensitive still noted something was off.

Pity about it, too. She’d always thought she had a nice face. Not exactly vanity, but she could admit it was symmetrical and soft featured, with expressive eyes. She kept her hair short, never longer than her shoulders, so as not to bring too much attention to it, though she couldn’t help but play around with scraps of fabric until she’d made false flowers to decorate a headband, and wore that almost every day. The bright colors stood out on her midnight black hair that she religiously touched up with dye.

She sighed, stretching herself out again and pulling her shirt down again. She found a million reasons to complain when the ghost was there… but she missed him the second he was gone. Or maybe… she missed when he’d been alive. She missed the closeness they’d shared until she’d fucked everything up. She missed making him proud of her, instead of knowing he was spending his precious afterlife waiting for her to get her shit together. And she was refusing to.

She’d spent all her life running away from what she wished she could hold in her hands one more time.

Yes, starting over was easy. It was the constant fight to destroy who you used to be that was hard.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #mando smut #smut fic #ptsd #eventual smut #orginal character #star wars #fluff fic #explict

[raskies456]

Okay prepare for Long Ask I'm gonna tell you hair dye instructions/tips??? I keep my hair dyed at almost all times so I've got some knowlegg

Step 1: you're gonna have to bleach your hair. I've got light brown/borderline blond hair naturally and I needed to bleach to be able to dye my hair. You can do this at home, it's much cheaper than salon, but pay close attention to instructions because it is after all bleach.

1a before you bleach you should do a hair test. Most home bleaches you have to use all at once though, so maybe see if someone else is bleaching and ask to have a little pinch of it? Basically just put it on a tiny bit of hair and see how it reacts after the recommended time. Some people's hair cannot be bleached without breaking, and itll give you a good idea of how long your hair needs to be in the bleach to get pale.

1b your bleached hair will look yellow most likely. This is normal, not something to worry about. I'll say more on it a bit below (sorry for the length of this aha)

2, it's luckily much easier to dye a full head of hair than partial! And if you were to get it done professionally youd notice its usually cheaper too. Thats because it's just easier to dump it all on and do everything. You might miss a spot, esp your first try, but if you have a way to check the back of your head you should be alright.

For this I'd honestly recommend temporary/washout dye, it last for quite a while but gradually fades as you wash it. Once your roots start growing back they will be your natural colour, but that is honestly a good look imo. Temporary dye is also much better for your hair, especially if you bleach it. You can re-dye it once it fades, or not, as you choose. It should last several weeks. Permanent dye iirc doesnt have the fading effect, but your roots will still grow back in, so in my onion temporary is just. Generally better.

Also: if you get your hair permanently dyed, give it a day or two after bleaching before you dye it. If you use temporary dye, you can do it on the same day if you want. Its bc temporary is much easier on your hair in general. You can still wait if you prefer to though.

2a for a test of dye, put a small amount on a little back of skin to make sure you don't react to it. You can also do a stand test like with the bleach where you dye just a small bit to see if you like the end result or not, but it's not really necessary. Just as an extra precaution if you want to.

2b it is super easy to dye at home, and I'd honestly recommend it over getting a salon job. They just tend to be overpriced. It's up to you though of course if you prefer someone else doing it for any reason, I just only have experience doing it at home after I saw salon prices.

2c also, dyes should all come with instructions, and again, you just follow those and you're golden. (Or silver in this case haha sorry) the only thing I'll say is the time to leave it in on temporary dues is usually really short. If you're using temporary dye, at the end of the time it tells you I'd just wash off one small bit of the dye and see if you like the colour yet. If not, use the surrounding dye to cover that spot again and leave it in for longer. Basically the longer you leave it the better the colour will come out.

3. Once you've washed your hair off, you're basically done! Depending on how light your hair could get and what colour dye you went for, you should have a good string colour that'll last quite a while.

Some additional tips:

If you have problems with your hair looking yellowish, most places you can buy shampoo should have some kind of anti-yellowing shampoo which is basically for people who bleach their hair. It makes you hair a little more grey in colour, which might be good for you.

The kind of bleach you use will determine how light your hair can get. They should have a number on the box, some have for example "9 levels of lift" and some have "20 volume" and I dont know if those two things are on the same scale but the higher the number, the stronger the lightening effect. If you go to a salon, you can ask about how strong their bleach is, they should have a good idea of what to use (but remember I dont go to such places so I'm not 100%). For reference my usual bleach is a 9 lift schwarzkopf, and that gets me from light brown to white-blond really well.

If you bleach and/or dye your hair at home, do it in a room with lots of ventilation. The dye is less bad, but for the bleach, absolutely.

The colours of dye that'll show up depends on the darkness of your hair. If you tried to dye it without bleaching, you could basically only go black from there. Maybe dark blue, depending on how dark your hair is now. If you bleach it and it doesnt come out completely blond, it's okay! You might have to go for a darker grey than you originally wanted, though. If you want a light silver-grey you'll probably need to get your hair bleached to completely white-blond level which I really wouldn't recommend for your first try. Better to get a handle on it first and make sure you hair can deal with it.

Your hair if bleached will probably feel a little crusty and not very soft. That's normal. A good conditioner should clear that up pretty quick. If you don't usually use conditioner, just look for something cheap, trust me it's worth it.

So. Sorry again for the word wall but I hope that the information here is helpful! I just wanted to get it all into one thing. If you have questions feel free to message me and I'll tell you everything I know

Good luck with your hair!

Thank you so much this is super informative!!! Honestly the reason I’m hesitant to do dye myself is just bc I have very little experience with caring for my own hair, I’ve barely learned how to manage a hair dryer, but this definitely makes that option a whole lot less intimidating. And please don’t worry about the word wall, it’s all very good info and exactly what I needed!

#asks #456 words #long post #thank you!!!!!!!!

[artificialqueens]

If You Ever Wanna Be In Love (I'll Come Around), Chapter Two (Branjie) - Athena2

Summary: After a mix-up at work leads to Vanessa pretending she has a wife, she uses this fake wife to get out of work events. But when she runs out of excuses and needs a wife for a party, Vanessa finds herself turning to Nina’s friend Brooke, who just so happens to need a fake girlfriend.

Previously: Brooke and Vanessa agreed to a fake dating arrangement Now: Brooke pretends to be Vanessa’s wife at a work dinner.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the amazing feedback for chapter 1! It really does mean so much to me that you enjoyed it and are excited for more! I hope you like this chapter and leave feedback if you’d like! Thank you so much to Writ for betaing, you’re the absolute best <3 <3 <3.

Brooke dumps half her closet on the bed. She hasn’t done this in a while, hasn’t stalked around her room in a robe and makeup, trying to pick an outfit. Sure, she goes to work everyday with fierce eyeliner and sharp suits and silk shirts, but this is different. She’d been extra steady with her eyeliner, blending her contour until it was perfect, but she’s not sure why. Maybe she just wants to take advantage of the night and an opportunity to look nice. Maybe she wants to impress Vanessa–who’s definitely prettier than she remembered–and show her that she’s going to be the best fake wife she can be, good enough to turn heads and have them be the perfect couple at the party.

Whatever the reason, it has her rifling through every dress and pant suit she owns, trying to decide if purple or black or red is the right color, if she should go stripes or plain, form-fitting or loose. She and Vanessa exchanged numbers after coffee, and Brooke has a text asking what to wear half-written before deleting it all. No need to bother Vanessa over this. Eventually she pulls on the plain black dress that pops against her pale skin, figuring a classic will work.

Vanessa is smiling hesitantly when Brooke gets in her car, shooting out apologies for the mess. Brooke moves aside an old magazine advertising fun kids’ activities and settles in, legs bouncing as she gets a good look at Vanessa, soft waves tumbling down her back and dazzling teeth giving the sun a run for its money.

“You look nice,” Brooke says, hoping it’s okay to say. Vanessa does look nice, and she figures compliments should be part of their fake marriage. Her dad always complimented her mom whenever they went out, leaving Brooke and her sister with their grandma whose cloud of old-lady perfume almost dissolved their lungs.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“Thanks.” Brooke looks at her lap, panic growing as blocks pass in silence. She knows almost nothing about Vanessa, and somehow she has to convince people they’re married for the night. Can they really pull this off? This could be one of the worst situations she’s been in, aside from the time she and Nina tried to dye their hair pink after finals and spent the night scrubbing the dorm bathroom clean, pink staining their hands for days.

Vanessa peeks over at her when they hit a red light. “Hey, Brooke? Thank you for doing this. You really saved my ass.”

Brooke blushes. “You don’t have to thank me, it’s not any trouble. I would’ve just been watching Gilmore Girls with my cats for the third time.”

“Gilmore Girls?”

“It’s a really good show. Really soothing, too,” Brooke says. She doesn’t add anything else, doesn’t add whether Vanessa would like or not because she doesn’t know the kind of things Vanessa likes. Vanessa could be a horror movie fan for all she knows, but from the way she jumped out of her seat when a squirrel ran in front of the car, Brooke’s thinking that’s a no.

Vanessa nods. She cranks up the radio when Beyonce comes on, chattering about work, and as they drive further away, Brooke almost forgets her nerves.

—

Vanessa’s hands are stuck on the wheel as they pull into the restaurant parking lot. Brooke looks nice–a lot nicer than Vanessa expected. Her sleeveless dress reveals strong arms that taper into clever hands and long fingers, and Vanessa has to stop looking.

Brooke fidgets with her gold bracelet, and Vanessa knows she’ll have to take the lead to get them through this. She notices her own hands are sweaty, and she dries them on her dress, forcing herself to stay calm. Paul and everyone else already bought the fake wife story, Vanessa reminds herself. All she has to do is turn up the charm until they’re completely sold.

“We got this, right?” Vanessa meets Brooke’s eyes with a hopeful smile.

“Right. We go in, we act married, we get out,” Brooke says.

Vanessa laughs. “You’re making us sound like spies! Just relax, okay? Follow my lead and we’ll be fine, I promise.”

Brooke nods, and Vanessa hands her the second fake ring she’d gotten from the thrift shop. It shines in the dim parking lot lights, gaining its second life through Brooke.

Brooke opens her door then slams it, turning back to Vanessa. “Wait. How did we get engaged?”

“What’s it matter?”

“If I’m playing a part, I want to do it right. And what if someone asks? Our stories have to match so we don’t get caught in the lie.”

Vanessa takes a breath of awe. As absurd as this whole thing is, she clearly has the right person for it, someone careful and dedicated enough to make sure they succeed. Vanessa thinks for a second. “You proposed to me on the beach, at sunset.”

Brooke scoffs.

“What?”

“That’s so lame! That’s something a boring straight guy would do for his girlfriend he knows nothing about. If I’m gonna propose to you, it would be better than that!”

“It’s not even a real proposal!” Vanessa argues, though part of her is touched that even if it is fake, Brooke wants her to have something nice.

“Still,” Brooke insists.

“Got any ideas?”

“What would your dream proposal be?” Brooke asks. “Not some generic beach thing. Something special.”

Vanessa’s pictured her wedding before—gold sun streaking through red and orange leaves as her dress flows behind her on the walk to her wife, the fall air crisp as an apple-—but hasn’t considered all the exhausting details and planning that would get her to that point.

“Well, don’t laugh, but I had a pirate thing when I was little. My mom would put coins and toys in the sandbox and give me a map and I’d dig for them. So let’s say you did a little treasure hunt that ended in the proposal.” Vanessa never knew how much she wanted something like this, something to show her wife knows her like no one else, but as she speaks, she can see it happening. Her breathlessly flipping over a tattered map to see neat lines and bright red X. Her going through each step, faster and faster as her excitement builds, until she reaches the end and Brooke is on one knee with a box—

Vanessa shakes her head to clear out the image.

Brooke smiles. “I like that. It’s nice.” She leans in closer, like she’s sharing a secret. “I had a dinosaur thing, so I won’t laugh.”

“Seems like you still have a dinosaur thing, Miss Museum Head,” Vanessa teases.

Brooke blushes, and Vanessa’s heart leaps. “I guess I do.”

There’s a beat of silence, and they both realize this is it. Doors slam, locks click, and they give each other one last nod before entering the restaurant.

The small restaurant room Paul reserved is packed with disgruntled library employees eager for a night off, and every single head spins toward her and Brooke. A few mouths drop open, and Vanessa grins. They do look impressive, Brooke’s black dress flowing down her long frame, a perfect match for Vanessa’s red dress with tiny black stars, one of her favorite thrift store finds.

But beyond the outfits is something Vanessa can’t quite describe. She gets a look at her and Brooke in a mirror on the wall, and something about them looks right, like they could be on opposite sides of the room and you would still know they were a couple. Maybe it’s the way Vanessa leans into the space around Brooke, or the way Brooke slows her pace for Vanessa’s matchstick legs, but there’s some sort of magic bubbling around them.

Couples cling like koalas and Vanessa throws an awkward arm around Brooke’s waist to look more couple-y. Brooke stiffens slightly before relaxing into it.

Paul runs over. “So you’re Vanessa’s wife,” he says to Brooke, pumping her hand up and down with no sign of stopping.

“That’s me,” Brooke agrees. “I’m Brooke, if Vanessa hasn’t told you.”

“Actually, she hasn’t,” Paul says, giving Vanessa a look. “We’ve been wanting to meet you for months but Vanessa says you’ve been sick a lot lately. I hope you’re doing better after your stomach problems last week?”

Brooke shoots Vanessa a death glare, but she still answers warmly. “I’m much better now, thank you.”

“Glad to hear it.” Paul ushers them over to the table, and Vanessa quickly pulls her arm back.

“Sorry,” she whispers. “Just thought we needed a little touching.”

“It’s fine,” Brooke says, sighing in relief as they slide next to Nina at the table.

Vanessa quickly makes the introductions to her coworkers. Silky smiles devilishly and A’keria and Yvie narrow their eyes, serving as her test panel for the night, to see if she and Brooke can really sell things for the admins.

“Now, about those stomach problems?” Brooke demands. Her eyebrows are furrowed and Vanessa has to consciously stop looking at how adorable the expression makes her.

“Well, when I don’t want to go to parties, I use you as an excuse sometimes,” Vanessa says sheepishly.

Brooke pinches the bridge of her nose. “And how many times have you said I was sick?”

Vanessa shrugs. “I kinda…lost count?”

Brooke groans, heaving a mighty sigh. “I really hope this food is better than slightly-above-average.”

—

The food, it turns out, is actually better than Vanessa expected. She makes her way through fish in lemon butter, but Brooke’s lasagna came with garlic bread that’s calling her name. They’re supposed to be married, after all, so why the hell not? She reaches over and grabs a chunk. Brooke then asks for a bite of fish, and Vanessa knows from her friends’ approving nods and the calm behavior of the others that they’re completely selling the wife thing.

Vanessa doesn’t know what exactly makes a marriage look real, but she follows stuff her parents did—sharing food and joking with each other, letting their hands brush every now and then, each one making her whole arm tingle.

Brooke does her part wonderfully, no question about it. She maintains her calm all through dinner, answering question after question about herself and work. Even though Brooke seems to hold back when she talks about her job, like she’s afraid no one is interested, Vanessa finds herself really engrossed in what Brooke does, no acting required.

Brooke does a lot more than look at bones all day, Vanessa learns. She supervises the museum’s dinosaur collection and has been working on a special summer exhibit for months, getting permission to borrow a T-Rex skull from another museum. She’s also started more kids’ programs, special events and days just for them. As she speaks, Vanessa can see it. She can see Brooke strutting across the museum’s stone floor in a sharp black suit, opening up a crate of fossils and grinning like a little kid, staying at the museum long past closing to set it all up. It makes her smile, and the smile doesn’t leave.

Vanessa also learns that Brooke likes hiking on the weekends, and she’s grateful they’re not really married, because if she ever had to tag along on a hiking date she’d probably pass out.

When they walk back to the car amidst Paul shouting his hopes to see Brooke again, Vanessa feels sad somehow, like the thrill of tonight is fading.

“I, um, I had a nice time tonight,” Brooke says quietly, after Vanessa starts driving. “I haven’t been out in a while. I’ve been focusing on the T-Rex exhibit since January. Haven’t had time for much else.”

Vanessa nods. “Yeah, I get it. We get a lot more kids in the library for summer, I’ve been pulling crafts out of my ass to have more activities. But I love it, you know?”

“Yeah,” Brooke says, grabbing her purse as they pull up in front of her apartment. “Um, I’ll text you about the party at my mom’s, okay?”

“Okay. Good night.”

“Good night.”

Vanessa almost wishes the night didn’t have to end, that they could still buzz with that same magic that overtook them in the restaurant. She wonders if she’s getting her wish when Brooke releases the door and turns back to her.

“Your ring,” Brooke explains, and it hits Vanessa again that this is all fake, just an act. Brooke’s face falls as she tries to twist the ring off. “It’s stuck.”

“What do you mean,stuck?”

“I mean it’s stuck!”

“But it went on okay.” Vanessa shakes her head. “I bet you crack your knuckles. My mom made me stop, said I’d get big knuckles—“

“That’s a myth!” Brooke shoots back, tugging harder on the ring.

“Let me help.” Vanessa twists it with her, trying not to hurt Brooke.

“If I lose my finger, I’m mailing it to you so it can haunt you forever,” Brooke says, a hint of panic creeping into her voice.

“No one is losing a finger! Hang on, I have lotion.” Vanessa grabs the mini bottle of Aveeno in her purse and rubs it into Brooke’s hand, trying not to think of how soft—albeit sweaty—her skin is. Vanessa gives one last tug that sends her flying into the door, ring triumphantly in her fist.

Brooke massages her hand, then meets Vanessa’s gaze. Suddenly, they both erupt into laughter so fierce it brings tears to Vanessa’s eyes and makes her stomach hurt. I’m that moment, Brooke becomes more real to her, shaking and snorting with laughter, her face stretched into a grin. Brooke isn’t just someone who passes dishes at Nina’s without being asked, but someone Vanessa thinks she might want to know more, and she’s suddenly grateful for the birthday party coming up, grateful for more time with her.

“Okay, okay,” Vanessa wheezes. “Good night, for real.”

“Good night.”

Brooke gracefully walks into the building, and Vanessa finds herself staring at the empty space Brooke occupied long after she’s safely inside.

—

Brooke can’t quite believe it, but dinner with Vanessa was fun. Even with the number of questions Vanessa’s coworkers threw at her and the answers she had to keep spitting out, things began to feel less like a contest to prove their fake relationship and more like a real dinner party.

Vanessa is funnier than Brooke had remembered, telling story after story about the library’s chaos, from the time a grown man got stuck in the bathroom to the woman who almost went over the library desk when she found out there was no vending machine in the children’s room. Vanessa acts her stories out like she’s on stage, changing her voice and making exaggerated faces and swinging her arms all over the place.

She and Nina meet for their weekly breakfast the next day, and it’s nice to be around her warmth, nice to be around someone who knows the previous night was fake, freeing Brooke from pretending to be someone else. Even so, all Nina can talk about is how well Brooke and Vanessa did.

“I’m just saying, you really pulled it off,” Nina says around a mouthful of toast. “And she took some of your food! That was so cute, did you plan that?”

Brooke shakes her head, turning to the waffles she won’t have to share with anyone today. Not that she had really minded Vanessa’s slim wrist darting to her plate. “We didn’t plan it. She literally just stole my garlic bread.”

“Well, it worked. You looked so natural. I know A’keria, Silky, and Yvie were impressed, and they’re hard to win over.”

Brooke smiles a little at that. You can’t assign grades for being someone’s fake wife, but Brooke likes knowing she did a good job.

“Yeah. Vanessa’s gonna be my fake girlfriend at my mom’s in two weeks, and then I guess that’s that.”

“You’re really just doing the two things and that’s it?” Nina stares at her in surprise.

Brooke looks down, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah? I mean, that’s what we agreed to…” she trails off. After last night, she was starting to think that more time with Vanessa could be a nice thing. Vanessa is funny and kind and charming, almost like Nina in a way, and Brooke was sucked into her personality in the dim restaurant lights. But now, in the cold morning light, the effects have worn off. They’re just two people who barely know each other, pretending to be in a relationship a few times. They might keep in touch after, talk at Nina’s parties, but there’s nothing more than that.

“Well, maybe you could stay friends after and do things,” Nina says. “You seemed like you had fun.”

“Yeah.” Brooke shovels some waffles into her mouth, because Nina is right and they both know it. Luckily, Nina moves the conversation onto the library carnival they’re having, and Brooke can forget all about last night.

—

That night, Brooke’s phone buzzes while she’s curled up with the cats, watching TV. Her heart flutters a little when she sees the sender.

Vanessa Mateo: So how long do I have to wait for Lorelai and Luke to get together?

Vanessa Mateo: Is Rory gonna end up with this Dean guy?

Vanessa Mateo: I need answers!

Brooke’s fingers hover over the phone. It’s been a while since she’s texted someone besides Nina or her mom, and she’s not sure how to approach this. Just as friends, she tells herself, and begins to type.

Brooke Lynn Hytes: You’ll just have to wait and see ;)

Vanessa Mateo: Brooke Lynn Hytes did you just winky face me???

Brooke Lynn Hytes: ;) ;)

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Lucky Day

A/N: oof okay! This bad boy was written all today so please be nice:)

My lovely friend @burncrashbromance is the inspiration behind the bff<3 hello babe 😊

"Come on!" My best friend, Jill, says before grabbing my arm and dragging me through the growing crowd. She only stops once we're at the front, ignoring the glares from the other fans with a satisfied smirk on her face.

"This is so exciting! We're finally gonna meet the boys!" I grip the barricade and jumping on the heels of my feet.

"What do you think they'll say when they see us?Probably nothing but dragging us on the tour bus" she wiggles her eyebrows and nudging me before returning her gaze to the glass doors, watching for the boys.

"Is my outfit okay?" I glance down the tie dye crop top and black leggings, scuffing the front of my white Vans on the pavement.

"Girl, you look hot! Ashton would be stupid not to be attracted to you" 

"Thanks. Luke would have to be blind to not notice you" she opens her mouth to speak but stops when screams from all around us erupts, seeing the tall Australians walking over to us.

"Here we go" she whispers to me before smiling at Micheal before taking a selfie and moving on to me. 

Calum is right behind him, giving me a quick hug and taking a picture with me. "Oh. My. God." I look over at Jill after thanking Calum and see Luke in front of her, clearly shocked by her statement. I nudge her to break her of the trance and she immediately goes into a rambling tangent. 

Luke simply chuckles before saying "you're cute" and taking her phone and getting selfie mood on. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and moves on to me. 

We take a quick selfie and he moves on. I turn to Jill and find her frozen in shock, phone in hand.

"You okay there Jill?" 

"I uh- I need to go to church tomorrow" she puts one of her shaking hands on her forehead, biting on the nails on her other hand.

"What-why?" 

"There are too many dirty thoughts running through my head right now" a loud laugh erupts from within, I cover my mouth to suppress it but a dimply smile boy already heard.

"What's so funny?" The actual GOD in front of us asks,the dark sunglasses not doing much to hide the mirth in his eyes. 

"Just her comment about someone" ashton looks away from us for a second, looking over at the blonde who is already looking at Jill.

"So what are you two lovely girls names?" 

"Y/N and this is Jill" I say, pointing at each of us.

"Nice to meet your two. Glad you guys came out to see us"

"Of course. You're our favorite band" Jill stats, tossing an arm over my shoulder, finally looking calm.

'Well now, that's an honor. Which is your favorites?" I nervously look at Jill, not liking the amusement in her eyes.

"Mine is Luke and this lovely ladies is you" my jaw drops at how easily she told him that. 

"Why thank you. I'm very honored to be liked by such a stunning women such as yourself" he takes my hand, planting a soft kiss at the skin, his eyes staying on mine.

"You two live around here?" 

"Nope. Visiting for the concert" Jill says, popping her 'p'.

"Well then, I feel obligated to show you lovely ladies around then" Jill and I make eye contact, confused by what he means."Me and the boys are going out for dinner and drinks after this. Why don't you two come with us? Give Luke and Jill a chance to talk. And us some time to get to know one another better" I glance at Jill before looking back at him.

"Are you sure? We wouldn't want to impose" 

He places a large hand over mine, eyes never leaving mine "Of course. It would be an honor to be in the presence of such a beautiful lady" my cheeks flush immediately, his thumb gently strokes my hand stirring the butterflies in my stomach once again.

"O-okay. See you tonight" 

"Wait. We still need a selfie!" Jill exclaims

"We're going to hanging out with them and you still want a selfie?" I feel Ashton's eyes on me, clearly finding humor in this.

" a sober selfie and a drunk selfie. Duh" she holds her hands up, motioning to both.

"Do you mind?" I sigh, giving in to her request.

"Not at all. Here, my phone is already out" we all squeeze into frame, smiling before he takes the picture. "Put your number in and I'll send it to you" I take his phone without a second thought, pausing when I realized, damn that was smooth.

"Here you go" I hand his phone back, shivering when our hands graze.

"Alright.  I gotta get going but, we will see you two in a bit. I'll text where we can meet." He winks at me before walking away and, walking into the tour bus.

It takes a moment before everything that just happened hits us.

"What- we're gonna hang out with 5sos!" Jill screams, spinning me in a circle before we begin jumping around, laughing like crazy.

"Ok.. ok.. okay we need to calm down and pick out outfits" she immediately stands up straight, a wild look in her eyes.

"We need to look so hot. Fuck! We got to start getting ready!" She takes my hand and drags me away again, practically running to the taxi waiting on the curb. 

Inside the cab, my phone buzzes with a text. Can't wait to talk more tonight:) ps. You looked cute jumping around like that;)

I shut off my phone, holding it to my chest as I smile and think how lucky I am.

:3

THERE IT IS

THIS IS MY VERY FIRST ASHTON FIC AND I LIKED IT ALOT

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[lnzzzz]

Hi, I guess. Should I have put my personality there? I'll just put it here.

I'm sarcastic for my own good. I would literally open my mouth to say something serious but my friends would stare at me before asking "Were you being sarcastic?"

I also tend to have a bit of a foul mouth and a knack for throwing shade without meaning to. Most of the time, I just look bored or, as my friends call it, a "resting bitch face". I glare a lot especially if I'm not in the mood to joke around.

I'm normally quiet and a bit rude or mean but I like to have fun with my friends and annoy them if I can. I spend most of my time reading or playing sports all while listening to music. Literally. You will never see me without my earbuds on. I doze off in class or stare into open space but I am interested in biology so at least I pay a little attention in school.

I like to dye my hair auburn. I've colored it so much that it damaged it and stripped some of its natural color so now I have auburn hair but the dark roots are starting to grow back.

My wardobe consists of jackets, hoodies that are one to two sizes bigger than me, dark skinny jeans and black or white or black and white sneakers, running shoes or basketball shoes.

Hmmmm...

That's pretty much it.

Oh. I also have a short fuse. Anything can set me off and it's never a boring moment when I'm mad. I get a lot... not even. I really get violent when I'm mad. That's why I try to avoid drinking alcohol. I don't smoke bc that's just not healthy.

And I'm gay. Just putting it out there. I'm gay. Disaster gay. I'm the type of gay that will break your arm if you piss me off. I'm the type of gay that will give you hell. I'm the the type of gay thatms petty and will get revenge for smth. I will tease and I will bite (wink wink). I am the knight. I am... Batman... wait. That's not right. I'm not Batman. But I have so much black clothes that I might as well be.

Okay. NOW I'm done.

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