#i left out champagne and coral cause obviously but other than that i tried!

[the-kipsabian]

maaaads can i ask for all of them w asagao!dan? (minus champagne cause y'know, he'd technically be a teenager here)

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?i really wanna say that hes more of a summer boi tbh? he wouldnt mind winter, its really just the facts that putting on so much clothing can be annoying plus with the crazy hair during winter when it gets all static and stuff? yeah thats a pain (plus during summer he can. wear ponytails so!!)

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?he tries to be as honest as possible. sometimes theres little white lies to protect friends feelings if they are required in the moment, but usually hes very honest and straightforward with things tho

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?oh, space for sure. first of all, dan thinks space is amazing. second, hes afraid of big bodies of water and sharks so. yyyyeah

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?hes not. super willing tbh? he will if he absolutely has to, but more often than not hes happy to just be a follower in most cases. unless its. something hes very passionate about, like music or such, then hes more likely to take charge of things

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?i mean. he has his issues tbh? but hes not like. completely broken. he is an emotional man i can give him that, but in a really good way. mentally, well.. he struggles with some things more than most people, but then again, dont we all

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?i. really wanna say unicorns to this tbh lol

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?oh im sure. some examples that come to mind would be saying something to a friend that he regretted or having like a really bad breakup or something similar. nothing too drastic tbh, but something along those lines

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?nah. like, not really at all. he does his best and knows his limits and doesnt push them too hard unless its. something he really cares about, so if anything its usually others being envious about dan and his work ethics tho?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?well. technically not a coward, but in fight or flight situations he would definitely choose to flight as he tries to avoid confrontation as much as possible? if this is not like. physical confrontation related, i’d say he can be very courageous tho? like stepping on a stage to perform or sing in front of a crow and whatnot. that he can do without a doubt and not be afraid of it tho

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?it depends? who hes talking to and what about mostly? he can be very blunt, mostly for comedic purposes tho, so i guess he beats around the bush more often? i mean dan says things fairly straight, but not in a blunt way? does that make sense??

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?mmmmmm is there. really such a thing?? like apart from obvious stuff like inconsiderate assholes and just generally unpleasant people and stuff? mmm probably like. most fast foods? i mean also kinda not as he doesnt care if you consume that stuff, just really dont force him to eat it and hes good? idk dan likes. pretty much everything as long as its not harmful to anyone so like. yeah

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?oh, VERY. extremely passionate and he loves to share those things with his friends cause he wants everyone to be able to experience them and yeah

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?sssskittleeeees. he consumes them like. ALL the damn time. which is probably bad but also he doesnt care tbh

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?..my instant first thought was ‘what do unicorns smell like’ so mmm. something slightly sweet maybe? i high key wanna say vanilla but idk?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?welp for starters im sure dan has like. songs he associates with each of his friends and such. as for objects, he absolutely treasures any gifts he ever gets, and then theres. the game grumps club jackets woo ~

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?i wanna saaaaay he prefers to actually be awake during the day more? he can be a very sleepy boi and has more energy during the night to take care of things so yeah. plus hes. relatively loud so its much easier for him during the day time when people arent constantly yelling at him to shut up when they want to sleep tbh

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?oh, a LOT. dan isnt a hating type at all, like you have to pretty ruthlessly fuck up something really major for him to hate on you, and even then hes. pretty fast to try to forgive and forget and patch things up honestly? hes not one to hold grudges at all

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?i mean. personally not much as he doesnt really have those kind of things? and even if he does, dan is pretty open to talk about his life and stuff thats happened, even if for nothing else than to share things with others to show that hey shit can be fucked up but you’ll survive and come through as a stronger person, you know? as for others, yeah if you tell him you dont like certain topics around them hes completely down to not bring them up for you and thats really that - hes not gonna question you or tease you about it or anything like that. dan just gonna take it as it is and be cool with it

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?he can get very physically affectionate tbh. a lot of hugs and cuddles and hand holding. hes very much into sneaking little kisses on your face if your close enough. if youre not down with pda or are a friend or family, then its using words to tell you how much he likes and cares for you, and getting gifts to people of things he knows you like and stuff that makes him think about you when hes picking it out

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?bbbbllluuuuue. like, a soft shade of blue. not like baby blue, but. blue. cause its his favorite color and i mean maybe this is a personal thing, but to me blue has never been a “cold” color, and knowing what kind of a soft warm personality dan is. yeah

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?he knows his self-worth, thats for sure. tho hes. really bad at taking care of himself if he has a lot to work on, especially when it comes to thinks hes passionate about? like if dan is in a creating mode its really hard to get him to sit down and chill out even for a hot moment, but outside of that he takes pretty good care of himself - doesnt put himself in situations he doesnt like and that get him stressed, actually eats pretty well and gets a decent amount of sleep too, spends time with friends and whatnot

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?mostly he would tell his younger self that things are going to be alright and get better, no matter how things seems to look like now (see ‘danny dont you know’ for example lol)

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?hes pretty fast to adapt to new things, honestly. he gets along with people really well as long as they arent straight up assholes, and he loves to get to know new people and places all the time so being thrown into new stuff isnt scary or uncomfortable to him pretty much at all

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?oh he doesnt really care one way or another tbh. hes a tall boi with a crazy hair, its already hard enough for him to find fitting clothes and keep his hair in some sort of order, he doesnt need to stress about anything else lol. as for others, he doesnt really care either as long as. you dont smell awful tbh. hygiene is the one thing that he cares about honestly

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?hes an optimist for sure. sure like everyone he has low days, but even then hes trying to keep the outlook on life as positive as possible, no matter what

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?..i just high key wanna say to visit his grandma cause we all know how much he loves her mmmm. probably some other places too, but as far as im concerned, dan is just mostly content being anywhere he is or going or anything as long as he has people he loves around him tho

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?a stable music career tbh. and/or having people he cares about and who care for him around him

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.im sure he does, dan is the kind of a person who would like to have some kind of goals in mind for life mmm. well, again with the music career tbh cause thats. kinda obvious. he probably would want to visit as many places in the world too. have like so many dogs. know that he has made someone happy in their day to day life, no matter in what way or who they are. stuff like that ~

colorful headcanons ~

#asagao!dan #this got loooooong oops #tho i mean. you asked for all of them so yeah lol #i left out champagne and coral cause obviously but other than that i tried! #for once my six years of grump knowledge can be used for something LOL #blue-bismuth #thank you for asking! <3

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⚬ pairing: seungcheol x reader. ⚬ word count: 2K. ⚬ warnings: reader intoxication, and like, one sexual innuendo. ⚬ genre: lots and lots of fluff.

— ✧✎ synopsis: maybe it wasn’t your most responsible decision to drink at the company dinner party, but at least seungcheol is there to care for you and take you home before things get out of hand.

Seungcheol stumbled sideways whilst his attention was focused on waving a few of his band members and staff goodbye, the cause for his messy steps being none other than yourself, your legs feeling less stable than stilts, eyelids weighed down by the hangover that most definitely haunted your future. The boy’s arm was slipped quite tight around your waist, the smile that bloomed upon his lips betraying the effort it took for him to hold you still.

By now he’d managed to contact a cab and incessantly apologize for leaving the dinner party early, though no one could fault him after being exposed to your drunken state.

Attending the dinner party had been an honour for you, seeing as you possessed a deep reverence toward Seungcheol and his rather exhausting profession. Even better yet, you were invited as his date, though it was safe to say both of you had yet to confess anything kindled from the heart. As you sat in front of the makeup mirror running a brush through your straightened locks, you promised yourself to be on incredibly prim behaviour despite the temptation that may exist in the form of skinny champagne glasses and jade green bottles. Your own job had been pounding the spark out from your skin and you were keening to just let loose for a single night.

But tonight is not that night;

You told yourself. Well, you should have known that partaking in Soonyoung’s lilt for a few shots was a damn mistake. The dinner party was nowhere near done when you began slamming your napkin of utensils against the table in an imaginary game of whack-a-mole and you were most certainly garnering peculiar stares from the corner table when you threw a loaf of garlic bread at Junhui’s ass.

Once you’d gotten past those shiny amber shots, there was no stopping you. Seungcheol tried numerous times to fiddle your third champagne glass away from your fingers, Hansol biting his lip with eyes crinkled in contained laughter whilst Chan was slowly moving toward the chocolate strawberry fountain near the corner, swiftly trying to disassociate himself from the group.

“I think she needs someone to take her home.” Jihoon hissed when you stopped one of the waiters to straighten his bowtie. Seungcheol felt his cheeks crackle like an evening bonfire, faded coral hues creating softness to his pretty face, the prettiest a face could be when one was trying to weasel off Jisoo’s shoe to boast Smashmouth. Despite Seungcheol feeling rather embarrassed with your intoxication, he didn’t hesitate to rise from his seat and gather you close to him so you couldn’t bother the poor Jisoo who was still waiting for his halibut to cool.

“I’ve got her.” The charcoal haired boy assured his table, stroking a hand down your arm when you attempted reaching for another waiter. You were quite the bubbly, laughter-infused drunk tonight. Seungcheol doubted he’d ever seen you so loose. One thing was for certain, the constant teeth grinding and hiding face in rounded wine glasses came to an end once Seungcheol lead you from the table and toward the coat racks, his pale green bomber jacket encompassing your bare shoulders to keep you warm from the chilled breeze huffing along the night streets.

“Seungcheol, your coif makes you look like a milk boy.” You gargled, obviously with much more of a slur to your words. He curled his lips in amusement and steadied you at the hips to zip up his jacket.

“I’ve never thought of it like that.” He stated simply.

You crinkled your nose. “You must be blind, blind as a bat. Bat, cat, hat, mat, whack!” And before the dutiful boy could let go of the zipper, you gave him a stern pat on his head, a surge of laughter getting stuck in your throat and rasping out like you were choking on sandpaper. Whilst slightly taken aback and disoriented, Seungcheol quickly grasped for you so the coat rack didn’t tumble over, his hand snug at your wrist, his face flaring up once again.

“Well now my coif is ruined, [Y/N].” He breathed warily and before you could perform repeated misconduct for the whole restaurant to peak at, he gave a half-hearted wave to his table and raced out the door, your frame held secure to his side, cheek budging against his broad shoulder. Perhaps the night’s fresh air would cleanse your mind even just a tiny amount. During his phone call with the local taxi service Seungcheol had to keep lowering your hands from his stomach, a taut smirk twitching on his lips that he desired to hate because he should not be enjoying your exploring hands, you needed to be home safe.

“It’s hard!” You exclaimed after speeding past his grip. “You have abs!”

Seungcheol’s face drained to an ivory as the woman on the phone line replied with, “I don’t have abs?” To which he sat you down on the bench behind him and hastily wrapped up the call.

“You’re going to give me grey hairs.” He teased, the coolness clinging to the air like cobwebs much more soothing for him than you.

“That would ruin your milk boy coif!” You bellowed without a care in the world if they could hear you from inside the restaurant, if they could hear you from down the street or even from the next town over.

Seungcheol couldn’t help but think it was a little awkward seeing you so open despite your close relationship. You were always wound tighter than a spring due to stresses brewing at work, and in addition to the boy’s hectic schedule that demanded his presence daily you were left without much opportunity to relax. But he also felt a warmth brush his chest that simply imbued his urge to care for you, to act as the one who was capable of protecting and calming you. His heart may have grown a little larger for you that night.

“You don’t know that. I could look great with a grey hairstyle. I’d be the coolest milk boy ever dontchya think?”

You closed your eyes to slits as though you were in a pious musing. “I guess. You’d still be hot. I’d definitely be up for receiving your milk if you know what I me—,”

Seungcheol clenched his jaw in a flurry. “Oh yup, yup yup yup I definitely get what you mean, and would you look at that, I think I see the cab coming! Wow, that was quick. I love how fast they are nowadays with all this transport stuff and trains and planes and automobiles and—,”

Anything to get you away from that type of drunk.

Seungcheol breathed a deep sigh stitched with relief once you’d exited the cab’s backseat, a distinct echo dispersing into the night as the yellow vehicle fled down the street. He easily remembered the location of your extra house key, his eyes flooding with luminous shards at collecting the copper from underneath a flower pot. You weren’t so touchy and uncontrollable now, allowing Seungcheol to steer your inside until he lay you down atop your comfy bed bundled with a fuzzy blanket. Very carefully the boy worked to unstrap your heels, another lump of weight of crumbling from his shoulders as he thanked the heavens you didn’t break an ankle.

After setting the shoes back inside your closet, he stood and faced your form lax across the bedsheets, your brows slightly pinched together, eyes screwed shut and a palm encasing your forehead. There was no way he could simply waltz out the door with your state so fragile and most likely delirious. He realized he may have to stay the night. There was risk in catching hot water from his manager; however the more Seungcheol continued to analyze your body with his oakwood eyes he knew it would be impossible for him to leave you. So, with a pursed lower lip, Seungcheol slipped off his suit jacket until his crisp white button-up remained.

“Cheol, are you still there?” You whined whilst stretching your arm throughout the air, eyes still locked shut. The boy smiled softly and approached the bed, interlocking your fingers.

“Yes, I’m right here, [Y/N]. But I think I’m gonna need to remove your makeup so you don’t smudge your pillow case. Are you okay with that?” He posed as though your mind was uncluttered enough to be candor. You cracked an eye open.

“Totally. But my pillow case isn’t wearing makeup.” There was such a thick innocence to your tone Seungcheol couldn’t even muster a guttural sigh. In lieu he let his head drop and a chuckle escape his lips, his fingers detaching from your hand to lightly shake your chin.

“Your remover stuff is in the bathroom cabinet right?”

“You can’t remove my bathroom!”

To which the boy began exploring the cabinets anyways. Once he’d collected a package of makeup removal tissues and some moisturizer, Seungcheol made room for himself on the bed; his legs crisscross as he leaned over your face. Though the boy alerted you he was about to begin washing off your makeup, you still gasped when the cold tissue made contact with your heated skin,  almost making Seungcheol get the tissue in your mouth.

“Try to not talk,” He suggested in a gentle voice, “Pretend you’re in a school assembly and if you talk you get a bunch of homework.” His fingers returned to hold a feather light grasp on your chin, the tissue turning colour with the product it was absorbing.

Your mind may have been enchanted by the alcohol coursing a scarlet wildfire through your veins, but you were still conscious enough to process that Seungcheol’s face so close to yours was worthy of a butterfly storm in your stomach. He has the kindest features; round, rich brown eyes that glimmered like water catching sunlight, pillow-like lips cast in subtle curving and rose pink, his styled hair beginning to loosen and wave abstractly against his forehead. Your eyelids fluttered shut when the cool cloth met the delicate flesh, pulling off the warm toned eyeshadow and liquid wings.

Knowing your drunk self, if you didn’t intercept now you’d probably loop a hand to the back of his neck and push him down for a soft kiss.

“I’ll just watch A Bug’s Life in my head then.” You mumbled around the tissue tracing your nose.  

Sooner or later your face was shining in its natural dewiness, a few flaws breaking through in minor inflammation, though they were gingerly reduced as Seungcheol dotted some moisturizer to your skin and smoothed it in with the most attentive ministrations. Finally you seemed to be drifting off, your cheek pressed to the pillow. The boy had even managed to brush your hair back, specifically when you’d almost fell asleep watching Bug’s Life and sucked a few strands into your mouth.

Now he was sure you were really asleep, your chest rising and falling in dulcet patterns. He could only pray for the hangover you’d face the following morning. He figured he could research a panacea or two. Right when Seungcheol was about to rise from his crisscrossed position near your head, cheek to his fist as he scrolled on his phone, waiting to see if you snap awake again, he felt your hand brush his knee.

Your voice seemed much less slurred and your coherency had boosted. “Hey, are you staying?” You questioned with worry lacing your tone. Seungcheol grabbed your hand.

“Yeah, of course. What’s up?” His chest started swelling when you smiled sweetly at him, your bare eyes blinking in relief that he’d been there to assist your intoxication, that you’d at least have someone to ease your upcoming sickness.

“Nothing. Just, you don’t have to stay… I kinda ruined your night.” But you couldn’t help ponder over if you deserved his company. Seungcheol’s eyes suddenly widened at the disappointment in your words, knowing you’d absolutely beat yourself up over drinking too much and acting out before his managers. Silently, he took the back of your hand to his mouth and placed a reassuring kiss overtop, his lips curling in limerence. Your cheeks felt as though they were burnt with a cattle prod, the pain developing in your skull now soothed transiently.

“Don’t worry about that now, I promise you it’s okay, [Y/N].”

“But I—,” Your protest was quickly silenced.

“Nope, nope nope,” Seungcheol chuckled, “You need to rest. You’re gonna have a hellish morning.” Immediately you began grumbling, not wanting to picture yourself slumped against the cold tiling in the bathroom. Taking in a slow breath of Seungcheol’s clean scent, you figured there could be a peachy side.

“I know… But if you’re staying… It won’t be that awful.” You spoke close to a whisper, eyes twinkling past their hazy film as you pulled your intertwined hands toward your mouth, returning Seungcheol’s affection by kissing his knuckles. The charcoal haired boy smiled lopsidedly into his lap, his heart encompassed in cotton, thumping in stuttered bursts for none other than you.

— ✧✎ a/n: mi hart :-(( lms if u think a bug’s life deserved an oscar.

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