#and why do they actually do so well together???

[the-ladyrae]

Honestly, I just started directly asking my friends. It wasn't easy, but it helped a little.

I used to just get that feeling and start to over correct whatever behavior I projected the perceived negative emotions were directed at.

I remember there was one time specifically where I literally stopped texting my best friend, stopped asking to hang out, did cancel our 6 years running new years tradition, and tried to not go to his birthday. Because I convinced myself he was mad at me for being too clingy. We went to colleges 2 hours apart, and I told myself he made new friends in the 4 years since we'd graduated high school and moved apart for college. Better friends that wouldn't drag him down the way I do. That he's just being nice still dragging me around, but clearly, it's only out of pity.

I built this full narrative in my head that my best friend not only was mad at me but fully no longer loved me. That I was nothing more than an inconvenience to him that he only still speaks to out of obligation. So I stopped initiating contact as much as I could, I started replying shorter and directly to the point if I responded at all. The more distance I created, the more I used that distance to validate my assumptions:

1). It can't all be in my head I see it clear as day we lost our snap streak and aren't each other's number 1 best friend anymore (I had intentionally watched the streak expire because I was overwhelmed by the responsibility of keeping it, and assumed he must be as well so I set a rule about never allowing the streak to go past the initiative 3 day notification)

2). He missed New years. Why would he agree to skip our tradition (it was Dec. 2020-Jan. 2021, and I canceled citing pandemic reasons and suggested we do a zoom PowerPoint night instead... and then I torpedoed the zoom gathering because I thought it was too desperate and pathetic to demand time he could be spending with his wife, especially when we aren't actually seeing each other in person)

All of that just kind of came to a head on his birthday. He'd sent me the invite, I confirmed 3 times that he actually wanted me there. I was in one of the worst depressive lows of my life because I was also giving all of my other friends, family, and my girlfriend at the time the avoidance treatment.

I really needed to see my friend.

I wanted to see my friend, even if that little voice in the back of my head was telling me that this would be the last birthday we spend together. That he's just trying to let me down easy. I still went.

Nearly first thing, he asked me how I'm doing, and confronted me about being so distant for the past few months.

I broke down sobbing and told the truth. That I figured he hated me now that he has new friends and I only serve as an inconvenience in his life. He let me cry, let me explain my logic and reasoning, and waited for me to fully vent my frustrations before responding.

Then he gave me a hug and said he was sorry that I felt like I had to go through that alone. He didn't deny any of my points or get angry with me for assuming, just said, "I hate it when your brain does that, but I could never hate you." He asked if I was taking my medication regularly, I wasn't. He asked why I wasn't taking them, I was in a creative major in college and I couldn't make my brain work through the pills to a degree that would give me a satisfying result on any of my class projects. He helped me write down some symptom notes and make an appointment with my psychiatrist to rebalance my meds. He told me that he was glad to have me in his life, that he loves me, and that he'll do a better job of checking in.

This entire exchange took less than 20 minutes, and I doubt he even remembers it. The fears I had been building up for months like a snowball rolling down a mountain, stopped and melted by a single external force.

And the anxiety didn't go away immediately once the fear was gone, but he followed through. For the next 2 months if we went more than a couple days without talking I'd get a : "How are you doing?", "Mandatory mental health update time. How you doing?", "Proof of life?" Text to keep me from spiraling too far again.

I've, in the last year, stopped taking my medication intentionally. It was just a never-ending cycle of symptom management, and a lot of the trials made things worse. I may return in the future, but for now, I'm trying to get to know my mental landscape as a fully developed adult without the pharmaceutical intervention. The manic weeks still happen. The depression weeks happen more. The anxiety remains an ever present all consuming white noise in the background of both. But if I get the idea in my head that a friend is mad at me, I ask them immediately and directly: "Are you mad at me?" Most times, the answer is no, and they validate my feelings, explain their behavior or situation, and we move on. Sometimes, the answer is yes, and we now have an open dialog to resolve the issue. Regardless, I now rarely wind up alienating myself from my support system simply because I'm in a mental state where I need support.

Nurodivergence is more than just ADHD and Autism. And Bipolar is more than just the happy sads disorder.

lmfao

[wonderjanga]

Cap Being A Dad

Just some more dad Marvel because why not. I love writing it.

Marvel: *catches KD trying to shave his face* “What are you doing?”

Kid Flash: *has entirely too much shaving cream on his face* “Uh… nothing?”

Marvel: “Are you… trying to shave your face?”

Kid Flash: “…Yes.”

Marvel: *stares* “Is there even anything to shave?”

Kid Flash: “Wha- WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?”

Marvel: “Nothing! My bad. I meant no offense. Do you need help, by the way? You have like five cuts on your face.”

Kid Flash: “No!” *looks to the mirror and sees the cuts* “Well, maybe. Also, how can you tell? I have all this shit on my face.”

Marvel: “Some of the shit- I mean, stuff is pink. Anyways, do you like want some pointers?”

Kid Flash: “I…” *just gives up at this point* “Sure.”

Marvel: “Great! Put that down.” *wipes off some of the shaving cream from Wally’s face*

Kid Flash: “The razor?”

Marvel: “Yes, that. We’re going to be using this.” *puts hand into pocket dimension and whips out this shit*

That’s how, with Solomon’s help and a bit of Billy’s own memory of seeing his dad, Marvel successfully taught Kid Flash how to shave. Fun fact: after this, Wally wasn’t able to shave with a modern day razor ever again. He’ll cut his face 5 million times but for some reason, with the version Marvel gave him, he’s absolutely perfect.

or

Marvel: “Alright, so driving is pretty simple.”

Robin!Tim: “You sure?”

Marvel: “Yup! Now hit the gas pedal.”

Robin!Tim: *floors it* “Aren’t I supposed to buckle my seatbelt first?”

Marvel: “What? Don’t you know those are just for show? Anyways, you’re doing great! Now make sure not to hit anything.”

After a couple minutes…

Robin!Tim: “This actually reminds me a lot of driving the Batmobile.” *swerves out of the way of a honking truck*

Marvel: “In what way?”

Robin!Tim: “This is exactly how Batman drives in it! I honestly thought driving as a civilian would make it so that you’d have to be more cautious but wow!”

They got pulled over like five minutes later. They were then sent to jail, full costumes mind you. They even got mug shots. Marvel pulled the Ken mugshot pose while Tim did the “Blue Steel” Dean Winchester one. Batman had to bail them both out. Also, yes, this is connected to my Who Let Him Drive?! post.

or

JL and YJ: *at the beach*

Marvel: “I’m good guys.” *sits down, letting out a little oof*

YJ: We’re literally at the beach. Don’t tell us you’re just gonna sit there.

Marvel: “I, in fact, am.” *pulls out newspaper and starts reading*

Him and Batman were content to just sit in beach chairs, sipping virgin Mojitos together while Marvel read the paper and Batman did something on a tablet. Also, I know this isn’t necessarily dad Marvel, but my father, whenever it came to water, would just be like “Go on ahead, I’ll join you eventually” he would say as he got out the paper, lying straight to my face because he would never join.

[paradoxcase]

I've been looking over this site, and I think some of these "dark patterns" are not actually dark patterns for everyone. I think, for a number of these, some people might say, well, yeah, that's what I wanted out of the game and that's why I play it, this is not a surprise to me, or something I dislike. For example, it specifically notes in the Infinite Treadmill pattern that many people like this type of game specifically because it can't be completed, and MMOs that make use of this are practically as old as any type of computer game - it dates back to completely 100% free text-based MUDs and was not invented by modern mobile games. But apparently some people have an unhealthy relationship to this type of game, which I never realized before. I dunno, I play a lot of sandbox games, so maybe I'm just more used to the idea of it being fine to never finish a game, but I played MUDs in the past and didn't feel like the other people playing them were being negatively affected by the fact that they couldn't finish the game, and instead appreciated the fact that there would always be more stuff to do. Similarly, with Complete the Collection, a lot of games have collecting as the purpose of the game, and I think a lot of people do actually enjoy the process of collecting and don't feel driven to finish their collection even if they are not enjoying the game anymore, or would be forced to spend real money, or at least that's how I feel about them. Like, a lot of IRL collections of say, stamps, or bugs, or rocks are also collections that would be impossible or almost impossible to complete, but plenty of people still have fun with them without feeling compelled to spend huge amounts of money on them.

Then there's this:

A common dark pattern seen in modern mobile games is the timer. Often, you have a certain amount of "energy" that you can use to play the game. When you run out of energy, you can no longer play until this energy replenishes itself.

If I recall right, this concept was originally pioneered by Kingdom of Loathing, and KoL dubbed it an "anti-poop-socking" measure, i.e. a way to keep users from spending literally all of their free time playing the game such that they began pooping in a sock rather than leaving the game. This was considered a positive and healthy aspect to the game, and I don't recall KoL having any monetization to speak of. I know that a lot of mobile games do shit like "oh, it takes 2 minutes/10 minutes/3 hours to craft this, come back then!" but this example is specifically talking about running out of some "energy" currency that you have to wait to regenerate. They later do make reference to this newer type of pattern:

Another common in-game timer is related to "harvesting" or "research". You may send your character off to harvest some resources, but you have to wait an arbitrary amount of time before this task is completed. This forces you to stop playing and wait for the timer to expire. Often there is a way to pay money or watch an advertisement to accelerate or skip the timer.

I'm not sure it really makes sense to lump these two things together, they seem like completely different things.

And then there's this sub-item of the Aesthetic Manipulations pattern:

3) Subconscious Associations - People like cute things or tasty things. This is why a lot of games use cute animals or candy imagery. In-game candy attracts the subconscious desire for sweets and makes the game more desirable.

I mean, this isn't a secret. People like playing games with cute art, a lot of the time that's the point of the game. If this were saying like, the game uses cutesy art to make you want to spend money on microtransactions or spend premium currency, I agree that's nefarious. But this just seems to be saying that any attempt to make the game's art or subject look cute or attractive is a problem. And this is listed alongside things like tricking you into buying something by coloring the Yes button red, or guilt-tripping you into spending premium currency. It's very strange. It's like saying, man this game tricked me into playing it by being fun.

I fucking hate game apps. I wanted to play tetris the otherday so I figured there must be a simple tetris app out there its the most basic game. But every app is like heres your daily log in bonus of 10 gold! You get 5 free plays a day. Here's an ad. To replay a level costs 1 diamond. You can eart gold by earning points in levels. 1000 points = 1 gold. You can exchange 550 gold for one diamond but we have a sale right now that they only cost 500 gold. Heres an ad. You can buy a loot crate of diamonds for 5.99$! You leveled up! Heres 1 free diamond. Youve run out of free replays for today, would you like to buy some more diamonds? Heres your daily tasks, make sure to log in every day this month for a free reward chest. its free! Heres an ad. Would you like to sign up for this credit card to recieve 10 free diamonds? Invite a friend and you can earn points! Ding! Youve leveled up. Heres an ad. This is our special bonus play weekend, you get one free replay and a pack of diamonds only costs 4.99$. You can use your gold to purchase new skins for the tetris blocks. This ones shaped like cats! It costs 100 diamonds. You need to collect them all. Free to play, may be some in-app purchases.

[alaia777]

hiii!!! i read your "a boy whos jacked and kind" fic and it was amazing!!!!! could you (possibly) do a pt2 with chigiri, reo, sae, and nagi? (or any other characters you want) ty!!!!

omggg thank u, of course !! 🩷🩷

jacked and kind? — p2

ೃ༄ chigiri;

“alright, princess. if you drop me or make me look stupid, i’m cutting your hair.”

“i’ll cut my own hair before i drop you.”

“you’re such a liar.”

you both start laughing as you wait for the music to begin. you’d both wanted to try this trend for a while, but you’d been hesitant, mostly because you were worried he’d hurt his leg. every time you work out together, or even just watch him at practice, your heart beats a little harder, anxious that something might happen to him. he always reassures you that he’s fine—but still.

a boy who’s jacked and kind. can’t find his ass to save my life.

when he places his hands around you to hoist you onto his shoulder, he makes sure you’re smiling. he just wants to see you happy. but as you glance down at him, you notice the grimace on his face.

“oh my god, are you alright?”

“yeah, yeah,” he mutters, trying to hold back a wince. “it’s just… you’re sitting on my hair.”

ೃ༄ reo;

“why is it taking you so long to put your hair in a ponytail?”

“can you just be patient?”

you were spending the afternoon at your boyfriend’s place, and honestly, there were so many things you could do in his enormous house. but the only thing you wanted was to try the trend your friend shared with you. it wasn’t hard to convince reo—he’d rather count every grain of sand on every beach in the world than do work for his parent’s company. he was bored and wanted to try something new, and you had just the solution.

a boy who’s jacked and kind. can’t find his ass to save my life.

you couldn’t help but laugh when you felt him lift you onto his shoulder. for some reason, the mix of his concentrated facial expression and how intently he was staring at his reflection was the funniest thing you’d seen all day.

“what’s so funny?” reo asked, looking up at you.

you just kept smiling, and in response, he dropped you into his arms, princess style, twirling you around effortlessly.

ೃ༄ sae;

“can you smile a little? you look like you hate your girlfriend.”

“you want me to do this or not?”

you wanted to roll your eyes so bad, but the last thing you needed was a snarky comment from sae. after what felt like an eternity, you finally convinced your boyfriend to do this trend with you—despite him repeatedly telling you how stupid it was. it took some careful planning: making sure he was in a good mood, giving him salted kombucha in the morning, getting him some salty seaweed tea, and putting on taxi driver right before he came home. he knew what you were up to, but honestly, he just wanted to get it over with.

a boy who’s jacked and kind. can’t find his ass to save my life.

you watched as he grabbed you by the hips and hoisted you onto his shoulder. he wanted to roll his eyes, but when he saw you smiling so stupidly, a small smirk tugged at his lips. you weren’t sure if he was smiling with you or at you, but the only thing that mattered was that your boyfriend was playing along—for you.

“well, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” you said, playfully petting his hair.

“you’re pushing it.” he muttered, and without warning, he set you down on the floor.

ೃ༄ nagi;

“this is so bothersome.”

“you know what is going to be bothersome? me making your cactus into soup.”

were you threatening your boyfriend to do this trend with you? maybe. were you actually going to hurt his precious choki? never. and he knew that. yet here he was, watching you move things around the room to prop your phone up and film this video. nagi was tall, sure, but he was also incredibly lazy when he wasn’t on the football field. honestly, you weren’t sure if he’d put any real energy into this.

a boy who’s jacked and kind. can’t find his ass to save my life.

you waited for him to do something, but when you glanced at him, he was just staring off into the distance like usual. you turned around and waited for him to say something, but it was like he didn’t even notice you were looking at him.

then, out of nowhere, he grabbed you by the legs and hoisted you onto his shoulder. you yelped, completely caught off guard.

“are we done?”

“… i suppose.”

he left the room with you still draped over his shoulder, heading straight for the bedroom. he dropped you onto the bed and flopped down next to you.

“time for sleep now,” he mumbled, already pulling you closer.

ೃ༄ i hope you like it !!!

[f1cflcfic]

The Prophecy (SMAU ft. Lando Norris) Part VI

pairing: lando norris x singer!reader (fem!y/n)

summary: what happens after the break-up that noone saw coming? as Y/N L/N gears up to release her next album, each song reveals a little bit of the past, present and future of her relationship with Lando Norris. Inspired by a curated playlist built around "The Prophecy".

note: this is RPF and is obviously in no way, shape, or form reflective of real persons. also, this chapter contains some (implicit) references to sex.

genre: social media au (with written parts), angst, exes to lovers, happy ending

[A/N: and with this chapter, we come to an end of the Prophecy series! I've got some deleted scenes/bonus content, but other than that... time to say goodbye. I hope you've loved this journey as much as I have, do let me know!]

part i part ii part iii part iv part v

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December 8th, 2026

Second week of December, 2026

[Excerpt from Chicken Shop Date with Y/N L/N & Amelia]

“Are you a romantic?”

“I do – but I’m quite cautious, too. It takes me a while to open myself up to someone else.”

“What’s the most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you?”

Y/N thinks hard, then points at the food in front of them. “I think consistency, actually. Like, I had someone surprise me with my favorite meal every single time after major milestones. I thought it was really nice, especially because when you're tired you just want to spend time together, instead of having to work on putting dinner together for yourselves.”

“Really? You'd rather take-out over a homecooked meal?"

"Knowing your strengths is important in a partner. If you're not the best cook, take-out is the next best thing! And like I said, it's also about time."

"So what you’re saying is going on chicken shop dates is the epitome of romance to you?”

“Exactly,” Y/N says emphatically, pointing a fry at Amelia.

(...)

“Your album is called The Prophecy. Are you very superstitious?”

“Not really, no. But desperate times call for desperate plans. I think things like manifesting can't hurt,” Y/N giggles.

Amelia frowns. “Are you desperate, or are you calling me desperate?”

“Maybe not desperate. Let's go with yearning.”

(...)

“What do you think, is Christmas a good holiday to bring a date to?”

“Hmm , set the scene for me. Is it a friends only party, or family dinner?”

“It’s a dinner party with friends. Would, and should my date be willing to come?”

“Amelia, are you asking me on a second date?”

“Well, no. Maybe? Aren’t you...?”

Y/N blushes. “Let’s be present in the moment!”

“Okay, so tell me – can it be a good second date?”

“I think if you feel super comfortable with them, and you have great friends, the vibe isn’t super formal, then why not? It could be a great trial by fire. Like a new and improved orange peel test.”

“Has someone ever peeled an orange for you?”

“Yes,” Y/N nods. “That’s funny – there is an orange on our table right now.” Camera pans to a Terry’s chocolate orange.

“I’ll peel this one for you,” Y/N offers.

Third week of December, 2026

Last week of December, 2026

January, 2027

[Excerpt from Vogue]

It’s hard to think of the popstar as anything but unflappable, but she assures me there are plenty of moments in which she doubts herself. “I think anyone who craves that recognition at being good at what you do, is going to struggle with the reality of having people see you all the time. As a perfectionist, I wish I could control everything so people’d only ever see my best self all the time. But that’s a pipedream. There’s so many expectations, it can be difficult to figure out which ones were really your own to begin with – and which ones you’ve started to believe because you don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

Indeed, as a female popstar, L/N has had to deal with her fair share of hate online, oftentimes masked as mild concern or constructive criticism from supposed fans. For example, a leaked song earlier this year spurred fans on to comment and speculate about L/N’s ambition – Did she have enough of it? Was she going to give it all up for a man?

L/N’s the first to admit that it’s not entirely unsurprising, given that the song in question includes a lyric describing her willingness to carry the burdens of someone else by herself. “It’s never fun when stuff you chose not to release ends up finding its way to the public after all. There’s a reason I didn’t want it on the album,” she explains. “But in this case, I wrote the song with my friend Louis [Tomlinson] ages ago. We used it as a reference when I started writing in earnest again earlier this year, but that’s all it was meant to be. A reference.”

So why did it become such an obsession to her fans? Well, if one adds a high-profile relationship on top of a high-profile career, that’s a recipe for things to get complicated. The singer’s latest album details her experience with the subsequent public fall-out. While she previously hasn’t spoken much of her relationship with F1 driver Lando Norris and how it influenced her art, she is candid about it now. “I think for the first time, rather than wanting to use songs to capture the great moments, I used songwriting to help me reflect on what could’ve been, what it wasn't, where it went wrong. And in doing so, that also opened the door for me to grow.”

“It’s really painful to have to come to terms with the fact that sometimes love isn’t enough. Especially when in retrospect, there’s much more room for acknowledging how you contributed to the problem. So yeah, by challenging myself to be vulnerable in my art, I also had to put my own hurt and heart out there again. But I think it’s made me a stronger, better person.”

And what of that relationship now? She has a coy smile on her face.  “Good, I think, really good. I firmly believe my life is a lot richer when he's in it. So I count myself lucky that I get to have his back and he has mine.”

We are just about wrapping up the interview when her phone lights up with a message from L. It’s a link to an IG reel of dogs being bundled up like tiny burritos. It’s so innocuous, you’d almost forget that the person sending it is a star in his own right.

Celebrities, they’re just like us sometimes.

February, 2027

[Excerpt E! Online Grammy's Red Carpet interview]

"And we're here with the lovely Y/N L/N! Not nominated this year, but a presenter and performer on this night all about music."

"Hiii, thanks for having me!"

"Now tell us, you've had a super exciting year in 2026 - what are you most looking forward to tonight?"

"I'm doing a duet with Miley, which is awesome. I feel so honored they asked me to do this, and I love her so much. She's really one of the iconic voices of this generation, so to stand next to her on that stage? Amazing."

"That's super exciting! The two of you are also both heading on tour, Miley over the summer, you are literally heading out next week. How are you feeling about that?"

"Really good! I'm so excited to see the fans, I've done some shows here and there, but touring life is on another level."

"What else are you looking forward to? Some of your other friends are here tonight, as well, correct?"

Y/N nods. "Yeah, I actually just saw Louis [Tomlinson] arrive - he's nominated tonight so I'll be rooting for him. The Grammy's is always a great moment to catch up with friends as well, so maybe I'm even more excited for the after parties."

"Drink of choice tonight?"

"Probably champagne? Quite like the taste of it, always," Y/N winks at the camera.

March, 2027

April, 2027

FIN.

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[writingwisterias]

I have been eating up your leon stuff, HE IS MY WIFE 👹👹👹 BAHAHAHAA

Could I get something for leon where when he gets home, his s/o gets like happy aggression when he gets home from an especially long mission? Never like in a genuinely hurtful or harmful way, but they just like, flip out, from joy

I hope you have been well-fed with all the Leon content! I've done a drabble of it because I think it's cute! Coming from someone that loves loudly lmao!!

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, Tired Leon GN! Reader

Having a younger girlfriend wasn't something Leon ever thought he would have. He always imagined either being single for the rest of his life due to his work nature or finding someone that actually understood what he did. That was until you ran into his life. Literally ran into his life. He remembered that day clearly a fresh hot coffee in one hand and croissant in the other. His day started off fine, the fact he was happily eating his breakfast was proof enough; something he rarely got the privilege of doing. Perhaps it was going to be too perfect because you ran into him. A full body collides in the street. His drink was well everywhere, his croissant knocked into the road and there was you on top of him, cushioned from the fall.

You spoke a mile a minute, he barely heard what you were saying as you apologized. The look of concern on your face was so sweet even when you were now covered in black coffee. It was cute, the attraction was instant for the two of you. To his surprise you worked well together; your chaotic nature was different from what he was used to...it was a welcome distraction. That's why you moved in, had that ring on your finger and why he loved coming home to you.

The keys jingling caused an instant smile on your face like it always did. You would have met him at the airport but he stopped after you collided with a small child as you raced towards him. Much like you were doing now, his arms were already spread in greeting as he opened the door. His feet spread out ready to catch you. You heard his air escape out of his chest as you collided with him. His laughter filling your ears. He enjoyed seeing you like this, loving him endlessly. Unconditionally.

Your kisses were hard as you pressed them into his cheek, each one making sure no slither of skin was uncovered. His stubble stung your lips as you pressed them down his jaw. "Someone's happy to see me" he laughed as his arms tightened around you, holding you close as he carried you through the door. "You were gone for so long"

"I went to the store"

"And took too long"

He landed you both on the sofa, your back hitting the cushions first. Your love whilst child-like was refreshing to him. Something he would never want to get rid of, actively encouraging it instead of allowing it to diminish inside of you. He attacked you with a set of his own kisses, your giggles and weak protests only fueling it more. You made him feel alive...wanted.

[secrettreestuffidk]

ok so serious answer as someone with a ridiculous haircut that I love to bits (google gym leader elesa from pokemon black and white 2 and imagine her with braids)

readmoring bc its late and i am far from concise

1: how often they rebraid will depend entirely on hair texture. Folks with fine silky straight hair will have more issues with braids slipping out and would have to redo them closer to daily, or use a stiffer product to keep them together: think going from a lightweight hair gel or mousse to a wax. I’ve seen people use straight up beeswax in their hair. I’ve tried it and it works well enough, but is a pain to wash out.

padawans with coarse hair, and/or coily hair wouldnt likely have any issues keeping a braid in until their hair has physically grown out enough to require rebraiding, theres plenty of resources on box braids out there, similar concept, except You Get One

I have fairly coarse hair with loose curls, and i can keep a braid in for a little under a week with no product, and a little over a week if i use a good amount of gel and braid while its still wet

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2: rituals.

ive seen lots of fics where it is the master who braids the padawan’s hair, and, to get a little meta for a moment, looking at the braid patterns from stills from the movies, it certainly looks like the braids were put in by someone sitting behind the padawan (realistically, the hair/makeup department, but in-universe? Yeah probably the master). If the braid was made by the padawan themself, they would have had to braid it upside-down (like dutch braid vs french braid). Doable. But… well. A little strange.

and its just adorable to me to imagine a cozy little scene. Like parents braiding their kids hair. Its a sweet little bonding moment. Perfect ritual

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3: style

it seems to be pretty clearly a standard 3 strand braid. It miiight be french at the top, but frankly, its a small enough section that I dont see why it would be. I dont have a reason why it *couldnt* be, I just dont see why the braider would bother.

i would guess in the temple they would try to keep somewhat pristine: more downtime to redo braids after all, and while on missions… they probably have other things to worry about. If a padawan’s braid is looking frayed by the end of a mission, well, all the more reason to wrap things up and get back home, yeah?

they shower with it braided. Im fully certain and also speak from experience. A small braid like that isn’t gonna hold water and get musty, so theres no reason not to. This is also another point against french braids, because you really only need to work shampoo into the scalp, and thats a lot harder with a french braid all up in there.

they keep the sections standard by never letting all their hair down at once. I brushed out all my hair once since i got this haircut and it took like 2 hours to get them separated again. Goes like this: detangle everything but the braid, put into bun on top of head—or, if short, into ridiculous little nerf tail—redo braid, let rest of hair down, pull braid aside (usually hold in mouth lbr), style rest of hair as prefered. I do this like once or twice a week. One section gets ponytailed while I braid the other, then once the braid is under control the ponytailed section gets styled.

Tumblr just glitched to hell and back so fuck me I guess, but at least I didnt lose everything

anyways, looks like the braids are tied off in a few places with cord, which has to be braided in to actually be able to secure the braid, which is probably in-universe significant, but I have no canon resources to say how. Just that its interesting to note

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annnnd yeah the force definitely factors in there too for sure for sure

how? Uhhhhhhhhhhh

i wonder how often jedi padawans with hair have to rebraid their padawan braid. daily? weekly? monthly? like, is there a procedure/ritual type thing they have to follow to braid or rebraid it? what kind of braid is it? just a regular three strand braid with however large the section they pulled? does the braid change depending on the size of the section? would it be a dutch braid? perhaps a french braid? do they always have to look perfect and as good as possible, or do they just have to be there and look fine for what they symbolize? do they shower with it braided or unbraided? with padawans who have long hair that’s the same length or longer hair than the braid how do they keep the size and section uniform for every time they rebraid it? does the force have anything to do with it? like does the force help them figure this stuff out? does it help them keep it pristine? how the fuck do they do it?!?! …just asking for a friend

[erinwantstowrite]

what are your thoughts abot how Damian and Tim's relationship is portrayed in most fanfics?

personally, although I like the angst part of their relationship I wish there was more fanfics where they're closer and have real siblings dynamic (like u know they 'hate' eachother but they would destroy anyone who would want to hurt their brother)

oh, boy, do i have a lot to say about this one. buckle in, folks.

i feel like a lot of the time, if they're in a fic together and the fic author doesn't like one of them, the other is going to be mischaracterized to hell and back. sometimes... both are mischaracterized.

i'm all for a fanon interpretation of a character- obviously, because i have fanon interpretations in my fic too at least a wee bit- but sometimes it goes too far and it no longer feels like we're reading about the same character

let's talk about Tim.

Tim doesn't have a good view of himself or his standing in any emotional aspect. which is often misconstrued about him believing that he was Jason's replacement (neither he nor Bruce thought this, but it was Bruce's fear), or that his worth as Robin wasn't enough. that's not true at all. i'll say it again here: Jason didn't nearly kill Tim at Titan's Tower, nor did he go there to kill Tim. and Tim fought him back. he even told Jason to his face:

"you can't be that good" "I am."

he knows he's a damn good Robin! he trained with the best, he helps lead the YJ! he doesn't doubt that he was the best person for the job. but when it comes to the emotional aspect of Robin, i think this is where Tim stutters

this is because of how Tim's parents showed their affection.

i think canon neglects that aspect of his trauma, which is why so many people hang onto it. in the comics, Tim is shown to have a lot of friends both in and out of suit. he's abrasive and isn't afraid to ask the hard questions. but he is riddled with self worth issues. his parents were barely around him, they didn't know him well at all. and they loved him, but from a distance.

Tim now sees himself as someone that can receive love from a distance. he is incredibly self reliant, and has been from a young age. he sees all of his accomplishments as obligations. he does well at school because he had to. he takes care of himself because he had to. and in his mind, taking up Robin was partly another obligation. he does his job well because he has to, and he might doubt this sometimes like anyone else, but at the end of the day he is confident in his ability to get shit done.

now, the emotional part of Batman and Robin is where i believe i enjoy a fanon interpretation more. he actually does have a good relationship with Dick, but I'm not too sure about Bruce at this point. this topic is nuanced because Batman writers make him so diabolical at times to the point that i would consider it ooc. but other times they're very close and Bruce admits this. so i replace it in my head with a more stable and realistic version that i've seen written by fic authors very well.

Tim views himself as someone who is there for a job: help Batman. but there is a lot of wonder and awe there. his favorite Robin was Dick. (I'll say this again so everyone hears me: his favorite Robin was Dick. yes you are allowed to have nuance and put Jason in there as someone he looked up to as well, please do. but put some respect on Dick's name!) now that he's working with Dick Grayson, someone he admires so much, as well as getting the honor to wear the Robin suit, he feels more like himself than he has in years. he's good at this, and it's also fun. he meets so many people and he gets to make a difference in the world. yes, it's a job, but it's also very freeing

he never did this be Bruce's son, or to replace Jason. his relationship with Bruce started off extremely rocky, with Tim forcing himself into his life in some way because he believed that Batman was going to get himself killed or get someone else killed, or Batman would cross the line. and Gotham would lose the only person who had such unwavering optimism for them. he and Bruce come to an understanding of being partners but not father and son. Bruce doesn't want to open himself up to that hurt again. but we all know Bruce, and that's not what ended up happening. Bruce would never be the same person he was before, but he is not incapable of love.

Tim would not understand that change. I'd get more into this but i don't want this post too long and i wanna save it for when i'm not supposed to be sleeping and when i'm writing one of my Tim fics for once. all we really need to know is that Tim's emotional intelligence is dogshit, and him coming to see Bruce as a father, and Bruce seeing him as a son, would baffle him. because his parents love him... at a distance. and Bruce sees him every day. that's not how it's supposed to work, right?

so.

sometimes, Tim is treated like a porcelain doll who can do no wrong. many aspects of his canon has been altered by fanon to be "worse" than it is. his neglect by his parents did, indeed, happen, and it affects him deeply. but his parents weren't like. beating him, or leaving him without food or shelter or supervision. Tim was clever enough to get around that supervision all on his own. which is why they should have been there in the first place. (they should have been there regardless). and emotional neglect is still a very real issue??? no one has to make it "worse" by making the Drakes out to be monsters. i think Jack often emotionally manipulated Tim when he was around, and I don't know if Jack was even aware that he did so. (which is why i can see some people delving into that nonexistent relationship that DC gave us, and finally giving those implications more depth. there are a lot of good fics that go over this)

often it's hard to read a fic for Tim because they go too hard into making Tim an anxious shy ball of sunshine. Tim is weird, and he stalked the Bats, he stalked Nightwing, he broke into Titan's Tower before he even became Robin. he's a weirdo. he fits right in with the Bats for that reason. some people make him out to be the victim or some kind of damsel in distress, and sometimes we get to see a phenomena where other characters talk like a book about emotional intelligence that their therapist gave them. which is... fine, if you're just writing to write it, maybe helping yourself. but let's take a step back and see Tim is not like that. he is a very capable person, and his not some "uwu, woe is me, i'm so shitty at everything and if you even look at me wrong i'll cry." i honestly believe that Tim is the type of character to hate crying in front of someone and even if he was actively dying he'd be holding back those tears.

whereas Damian? gets the opposite treatment??

granted, i don't actually know too much about Damian, but i at least try to understand him and his background

he's the youngest of them, and i think many people forget that Damian isn't a reader of the comics like we are. he wasn't going into that family with the emotional connections to these characters and their backstories like we did. he was taught about these people, the idea of them. like how we could be taught in class about people from a long time ago. and i can ensure you that Damian was not taught proper emotional intelligence, nor would he have the best grasp of it himself when he was younger than 9 years old. imagine all of your teachers and also your mother told you about these people and their accomplishments, and then told you that the person all of them look up to is your father. the person that you want nothing more than to know, to see, because the people around you talk about him so highly. someone you haven't gotten to meet yet, because you aren't "worthy." can you imagine being told all your life that you are not worthy to see your father yet? and not knowing if he believes that too?

but one day, you are going to be by his side as his son. i don't want to get too into the culture of the Al Ghul family because i don't actually know that much (i'm sure someone would know more about this, feel free to add on if you want to), but this is important to Damian. it's important to his mom. it's important to his grandfather, the leader of an extensive organization that stretches hundreds of years.

then he gets dropped off in a different country, culture, language, and family and he finds that things are not as he had been told his entire life. his father has many flaws, they do not believe the same importance of a blood tie as his family back home does. they question his entire upbringing to his face many times, they question his mother who he loves deeply. he's nine years old. imagine yourself in that position. you don't know yet what role you're playing in an adult's life, but you want to. desperately. you want to know where you stand. you want a hug. not to mention that Damian actually is a very emotional kid. he was taught to shove that deep, deep down, and not let that out.

too many people write Damian as if he was a "feral" kid which is kind of not something to put on him? i don't like it both because he wasn't feral, he was an asshole. there's a difference. and because it feels like a microaggression?? at times?? because once again... the culture that he is from... is important.

they have been racially profiled for many many years... and yes, everything that you read is political whether you want it to be or not. the act of reading is political. you should definitely be aware of what a writer's goal is when they were giving something to you. you should be reading deeper. again, i'm not from his culture and i can't say if it is an insult/insensitive joke or not, nor am i saying everyone who's made the joke before is a bad person. i have made jokes about Tim being a feral kid before and whatnot. i'm saying that no matter who you are, it is your responsibility to think critically about your media and kindly about other people. it feels uncomfortable to me because i know how wrongly the Al Ghuls (specifically Talia) have been treated by writers in the past. and Damian is an extension of that bias. just look at how many times they try to push Ian Wayne on us. or how they'll pull back on Damian's character development when talking about the Al Ghul family.

this probably isn't my topic to write about, at least not before i learn more about it. but since i get a fair amount of viewership, maybe someone will listen to me that won't listen to someone of color that has already pointed this out many times. with the comics fandom, and Batman fandom specifically sometimes, people don't care to think further about why the characters of color are so often and conveniently left out or forced into an archetype. take that as you will

so! he has spent his entire life believing he had to live up to two great legacies, both of which are VERY different. the intricacies of the Al Ghul family are often boiled down to pure evil by both fanon and canon writers, which dulls Damian's resolve and reasoning for what he had done, or makes it hard to connect to him. he has since learned more about who he wants to be and has come to respect his family in many ways. excuse me if i'm wrong, but i think part of why Damian came so hard for Tim was because Tim had everything Damian wanted. he had a place by Batman's side as both his son and his partner, and was very well respected by Batman and Nightwing both. he's older, more mature, he has stature in both this society Damian now has to fit into and within the family dynamic. considering Damian grew up in an assassin cult that solved threats to their dynamics or positions in power by murder, it wasn't a far leap for a child from that environment to make. he was modelling what he had been taught his entire life.

think about the mistakes that you made as a kid. and i don't mean something silly or funny now, i'm talking something that makes you feel ashamed. embarrassed. hurt. something that perhaps now as an adult, you reflect on as being totally uncool. and i want you to think about if maybe your environment had a role to play in that. maybe you made an insensitive joke that your mom or dad would have found funny, and someone pointed it out and reasonably made you feel like a jerk. shit happens. but you hopefully grew from that.

now imagine that mistake was you hurting someone.

yes, he was annoying. he was bratty, at times. he could be a little calculating shit. he hurt people with both his words and his weapons. Tim obviously had many many many reasons to be upset about his treatment- but I fear that most of his anger ended up directed at the older people in their lives that were supposed to be the ones to do something about it!

and though i hate that Tim went back to being Robin (it feels redundant), i have seen panels that show that the two of them working side by side after Damian and Tim both went through some life and perspective altering events both together and alone, has made Tim see Damian as his little brother, and vice versa. Damian has grown so much and many people just... don't care. no matter their reasoning for hating Damian, it's unfair to not look further than those cutting words written decades ago, or to bring up his mistakes every time you want to be mad at him. and i think it does a disservice to Tim to make him a bleeding heart about this when he has clearly forgiven Damian and cares about him. he rags on Damian like any older brother would, and Damian makes remarks like a younger brother would. personally, i think the two of them are doing pretty good right now

the development of their characters is actually so interesting within the canon aspect, even if they can fumble the ball every now and then. and the mischaracterization takes away the value that their canon relationship has. i personally love reading fics that have Damian and Tim teaming up. in aus where one thing changes and Tim and Damian become brothers later, i think it's actually so silly and fun when Damian respects Tim or thinks he's cool. or even without the au aspect! just like, a fic where the two of them are working together and it's either silly or serious, Damian having a begrudging respect for Tim and Tim being protective over Damian, etc etc, is sooooo much fun

[evilbirdy]

hey I was wondering if you could do a fic of the reader being really nervous to ask se mi out and is all flustered. when she finally does se mi is just like "i thought we were already dating?" idk if that makes sense but thanks

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Se-Mi is your best friend. You both have been attached at the hip for years. She is the best part of the life. You can’t imagine a life where she isn’t there.

It was only a matter of time before your feelings turned from platonic to romantic. You tried to shake off your feelings, you rather risk your true feelings for her than risk losing a friendship with her. You felt guilty that you felt this way while in your mind, she thinks of you as only her friend.

Your hands shook nervously as you waited for Se-Mi at the entrance of the amusement park.

“(your name),’ your attention was caught from a distance, Se-Mi walked over, giving you a big hug. Oh how sweet she smelled, she has had the same scent for years. She wasn’t really a perfume girl but she had one special one, you actually gave it to her on her birthday years ago. You rambled saying you can give it back and get her a more neutral gift but she gladly took it.

“Hey Se-Mi,” she pulled back, giving you a small fake rose. She always gave you fake roses, you questioned why and she said, ‘so then it shows our love cavan never die out,’ you have been collecting the roses in a vase ever since.

She grabs your hand dragging you to the entrance. You both got your wristbands and enjoyed the park. You went to the small booths where you can get stuffed animals, your eyes locked on a cute bunny stuffy. Se-Mi followed your gaze and walked up to win it, it took her two tries before she successfully got you the stuffed bunny.

You smiled and hugged her tightly, “Hey umm Se-mi, would you like to..,” your confession trailed off as she looked at you, her soft gaze taking the breath out of your lungs. “Uhh umm would you…like to share mozzarella sticks with me..I don’t want to eat all of it nod get sick especially since you are trying to bring me on the rollercoaster,” you looked down, playing with the stuffed bunny’s ear. “(your name)…I’m lactose intolerant remember?” your eyes shot up, how could you forgot about that, fuck.

“Umm well it doesn’t have to be mozzarella sticks, it can be churros or pretzels,” she nods and walks with you to a food stand. You ended up just getting some plain fries with condiments. You both sat at a table across from each other. She picks up a fry and hold it up to you, you smile leaning forward to take a bite from it. She eat the rest of it while keeping eye contact with you.

Man this girl was trying to kill you

It got dark pretty quickly so you two decided to end the night on the ferris wheel, you have made five useless attempts to ask her out. You felt like giving up at this point. You stare up the sky in defeat, you didn’t even notice Se-Mi staring at you or trying to catch your attention.

“Heyy (your name) earth to (your name),” Se-mi snaps her fingers in front of your face, you shake back into reality. “Oh sorry, just taking in the view,” you leaned back, gesturing to the sky. “Your mind has been up there all day…is something wrong?” you bit your lip nervously, you look back at the fake bunny then at up to Se-Mi. “I was wondering…if you wanted to go out with me…and be my girlfriend…it’s fine if you don’t want to be with me, we can still be friends. I hope that this didn’t change anything if you don’t feel the same,” you looked to your shoes, bracing yourself for rejection.

“Wait…we weren’t already together,” you look up, a blank stare evident on your face. “W-what?” you were so confused, you were thinking that you were dreaming or were on acid. “I thought we were already dating, we have been acting like it for months now,” months, she thought you were dating for months and never even hinted to anything.

“We were acting friendly…” she tilted her head with a ‘really?’ face and you silently nod. “(your name) when have you ever seen me that my other friends the way I treat you, hmm? I text you good morning and good night, I buy you gifts, I called you babe, we cuddle every time we have a sleepover…I-I kissed you multiple times,” your mouth goes agape as she lists off the things you both have done in the past, you did find it random that she would do all that but you for real thought it was platonic to her. “(your name) I’m being so serious, you thought I only seen you as a friend…why would I straight up make out with my friend,” Se-mi lets a scoff, fully turned to you.

“You were drunk…” “I CALLED YOU MY PRETTY GIRL,” you shut your mouth, and looked around wow were you really that oblivious to it all.

“So wait you are telling me that I was over here stressing out to ask you to be my girlfriend for nothing,” you squinted at her as she laughs out, people at the ground were looking at in confusion. “Why wouldn’t you ask or tell me for confirmation, baby?” Se-mi says, moving your hair back and giggled. “Bro, I should asking you that,” you both sat in a quick silence before laughing. “Okay then let’s try this again then…Se-Mi, will you be my girlfriend,” she smiles, leaning forward, giving you a small sweet kiss. “Of course, I will,” you giggled, kissing her back.

[creaseevans]

Jujutsu Kaisen Headcanons - Suguru Geto

Suguru's the type of guy...

SFW: 

Suguru’s the soccer/hockey mom type of guy: he carries snacks, band aids, ibuprofen, tissues, gum, hair ties, and a spare set of socks in his bag at all times. That’s actually how you met him: you were at the coffee shop and asked several tables around you for a band aid (after the barista said they didn’t have any) until Suguru came over with one. He also offered a couple of alcohol swabs to clean things off before applying it.

Suguru’s the type of guy to forget to introduce himself. He gets so engrossed in the person in front of him and what they’re saying that he completely forgets how social interactions are supposed to go. You had to ask him at some point what you’re supposed to call him. He had to think about it for a moment as if he’d forgotten his own name.

(After chatting for almost an hour, he asked yours and you, very forwardly, also gave him your number.)

He’s the type of guy who drinks anything BUT plain coffee with milk and sugar, you conclude by the fourth date. The man will drink matcha, he will drink hot cocoa, he will drink iced or warm lattes with butt loads of cold foam or sweet syrups drizzled throughout, and he will drink LOTS of fruity teas. But a plain coffee with just milk and sugar may actually kill him?

Not only is Suguru the type of guy to paint his own nails, but he also insisted on teaching you after discovering how badly you do the edges (it’s hard!!!!). He likes for you both to have matching or complimentary manicures. It’s also a complete waste that he taught you how to paint because he never lets you do it and always wants to do your manicures and pedicures himself. Sunday nights are for the fingies and toes.

(Coincidentally, he HATES the smell of polish and remover. He has to wear a clip on his nose the entire time that makes his voice all high and nasally.)

Suguru is that guy with a seven-step skincare and five-step hair care routine. You can’t even describe the face he made upon discovering your simple shampoo-and-conditioner, face wash-and-moisturizer antics. But you do wish you’d taken a picture of it.

He totally forgets to eat sometimes. You wonder how it’s possible for him to be the size and height he is if this has always been the case. That is until you share your first real dinner together and he eats nearly five thousand calories in one sitting. He then proceeds to finish your leftovers as well. When you ask him about this deranged behaviour, he just shrugs and says, “I don’t know. I love food, but I don’t really think about it unless it’s in front of me.”

Suguru hasn’t worked out in a gym in almost two years, apparently. He just does runs and “generic labour” at the farm he works at. The solid abs and bouldered deltoids he hides underneath baggy clothes would beg to differ.

Suguru is a total plant princess. The first time you went to his place, you weren’t sure if it wasn’t a greenhouse. Potted wonders and vines and vases were all over the place. This came as even more earth-shattering when a little white cat tinkered her way through the hall and snuggled her butt right up against your ankles. “Oh, no, she knocks things over all the time. But I can’t exactly get mad at her, so I just re-pot everything. That’s why all of these are melamine or recycled plastic.”

That’s another thing about Suguru: he has tremendous amounts of patience. You’ve never met anyone as kind or forgiving as him. You’ve asked him to share his meditation routine with you but he keeps lying about not having one.

(The cat’s name is Dandelion; Dandy for short. She’s a white domestic short-hair with blue eyes and a pink button nose.)

Suguru’s a very formal type of guy. You didn’t expect it, but he took you out on a proper date and verbally said the words “Will you be my girlfriend?” and then proceeded to clarify with “Like, romantically. Not like a friend who’s also a girl—which is totally fine, if that’s what you prefer to be, I just—” and that’s when you cut him off with a kiss and he settled down.

He’s the type of guy to love openly and quickly. It’s less than two months in when he just casually drops an “I love you” on you one morning as you’re on the toilet and he dips his head in to grab a hair brush. Then he simply leaves you to marinate in it while you sit there in shock, unmoving except for the plop-plop-plop in the toilet.

In contrast to how casually he’s able to deliver the sentiment, he’s entirely floored when you return it in bed that same night. He’s so taken that he stops moving and has to wait a moment to get it back together. But after that one still moment, the rest of it feels like you’re being attacked by a tornado.

Suguru’s the type of guy to leave “I love you” sticky notes by your bedside or on your door. One time, you decided to keep the note and stuck it on something at his place before leaving. It was returned to you on your laptop the next day. It’s now become a sort of game between you; sometimes the notes get passed back and forth so long that the adhesive on the back completely dissipates. After writing a new one, you both toss a coin to decide who gets to keep the old one. Suguru’s won seven out of ten tosses, so far.

He’s not the type to gloat when he wins. Somehow, he finds a way to turn his wins into yours. Like how he ended up with most of the old “I love you” post-its but folded them into paper flowers and put them on artificial stems. He gave you the bouquet on your one-year anniversary. You bawled like a little bitch.

Suguru hates seeing you cry or hurt. It’s the only time you’ve seen him distressed. It makes him physically sick and you can tell by how pale and sweaty he gets. He banks his sick days at work since you started dating. Every month when you get your period, Suguru hibernates at your place with you for the first three days because he knows they’re the hardest. He cooks for you, keeps you showered and clean, massages you, naps with you, cleans for you, and he’s at your general beck and call otherwise. Your favourite part is always ordering in impulsive cravings and watching your favourite shows or movies. You also enjoy breaking into the piggy bank of sweets and candy he saves up for you all month.

He’s the type to slowly move you both in together without your ever realizing. Roughly a year in, you discovered just how much of your stuff was now filling in his otherwise spacious new place. The only things left at your apartment were a few pairs of clothes and your mattress (everything else was part of the owner’s furnishings). This little scheme dawned on you when your lease was up and instead of helping you look for another place, Suguru conveniently chimed, “Oh, why don’t you just stay with me? All your stuff’s here anyways.”

(As formal as he is, turns out he was too shy to ask you to move in. He thought giving you a key to his place as a Christmas present was a big enough hint and has no idea how you didn’t clock it. You tell him you would have said yes if he’d just asked. He just blushes and smiles.)

Suguru is a big tipper at restaurants and cafes. He often tips more than the actually meal or drink costs. You fear this may have detrimental effects on his finances, but he somehow manages to keep things running more than smoothly. Suspiciously smoothly.

Turns out, he doesn’t just work at the farm. He actually (very successfully, too) co-owns it with his best friend Satoru, which leads to the next point: Suguru’s just the type of guy to downplay exactly how well he’s doing or how much he has. (He has a lot.)

Since he wakes up ridiculously early most mornings to tend to farmwork, Suguru’s the type of guy to cook you an elaborate, three course breakfast each time and leave it covered in the oven with a note on the door for you to enjoy. Meanwhile, he shoots back a creamy, sugary beverage or two and just raw dogs the rest of the day on an empty stomach until the late lunch or dinner you share together. You’re trying to help him remember to eat more often, so you’ve started packing him just as elaborate lunches and snack packs at night once he’s gone to bed. You have to text or call him to remind him to actually eat out of them. He always enjoys them when he does.

NSFW:

Suguru takes his sweet time initiating sex for the first time. Upon reaching week four of the relationship with not a lick of intimacy, you had to break the ice on the subject. Suguru was surprised, then laughed it off. “No, I’m not asexual. I just didn’t want to weird you out or get right into sex without your deliberate consent.”

(You gave it to him instantly.)

Since his middle name is basically serenity, you were a bit worried as to how the sex would go. You don’t altogether mind the notion of “love making,” but you’re also not a purely vanilla person by nature.

Suguru’s generously girthy and lands in the seven-inch range. He’s uncut and always shaves everything clean off. You’ve never seen a crotch as hairless as his. There’s a thick vein that runs from below his belly button, down his beautifully carved pelvis and right up the length of his shaft. You like tracing it with your tongue and watching his reactions. He gets real breathy and sensitive about it.

Suguru can last a while, but that doesn’t mean he won’t take the time to service you in at least two to three other ways before finally giving you what you want. He’s quite the skilled tradesman with both his tongue and his hands, but you prefer his long, knuckly fingers over the former. Something about the veins and muscles in his arms when he endlessly plunges palm-deep inside of you drives you right over the edge. While he’s quite humble otherwise, getting you to orgasm is one thing he’s quite smug about. The way he smirks when you fall apart for him is absolutely sadistic.

Contrary to his soft, silky personality and demeanour, he’s quite the devil in arms behind closed doors. (Sometimes, those doors aren’t even closed.) 

He’s a biter (genuinely shocking). He likes to mark you in places where nobody would be able to see it and find out just how rough and territorial your sweet, doting boyfriend truly is. Such places include your back, your tits (specifically, right around your nipples), the plush of inner thigh right at the apex of your legs, the outer skinfolds right next to your “perfectly suckable lips” (no, NOT your mouth), and all over the meat of your ass.  

Suguru doesn’t eat pussy; he makes out with it. He French kisses and has an affair with it. Just let him do it and expect to be there for the better part of an hour, probably. Nothing you say or do can deter him from his “favourite meal in the whole world.”

He has no problem putting you in your place when it comes to sex. It’s genuinely some alter ego type shit. The change is a complete 180, to the point that you sometimes feel like you’re cheating on your amazing, loving boyfriend with some sex-crazed maniacal psychopath that leaves you shuddering and unable to stand on your feet for a good few hours afterwards without buckling knees or trembling thighs. The only part that reminds you they’re the same person is when he gently cleans you up afterwards and apologetically kisses all the places where he’d bit, clawed, smacked or choked only moments ago. The comedown is nearly as thrilling as the experience itself.

Suguru loves mocking and demeaning you with simultaneously praiseworthy titles. Phrases like “My precious little whore,” “Perfect fucking slut,” or “My stupidly pretty princess” roll off his tongue just as easily as “My little baby,” “Good fucking girl,” and your personal favourite: “My little pussy fairy.” It’s quite the whiplash.

Suguru fucks like his life depends on it. All the calm and peace behind his foxy monolids drains the moment he realizes what’s about to happen. The fire and hunger that replaces that calm is enough to make your heart plunge down and drop out through your ass every single time regardless of how often it happens. He is not a gentle lover, and you couldn’t be more thankful for how viciously he strokes or how diligently he chokes or how shamelessly he orders you to open your mouth so he can fill it with his fingers and spit into the back of your throat while the head of his cock breaks the rim of your cervix and your eyes roll like a slot machine into your skull.

He wasn’t as vocal at first because he was shy and anxious that you would get turned off by it. Turns out, when he moans and whimpers it’s so fucking delicate that your pussy flutters just at the sounds that come out of him. While you enjoy his gruff snarls and grunts and the tone of his poetic degradation, you take every chance you can get your hands on to have him undone and vulnerable, shivering and trembling and nearly sobbing from ecstasy at the worship you deliver.

Suguru never makes you beg or ask for it. He does like to hear you say what you want, but he often readily delivers your services on a golden platter. He’s just so generous like that.

While he gets to address you with all kinds of pet names and kinky titles, he only ever wants you to call him “Suguru” between the sheets. “Baby” is too vague, and nothing else quite establishes his dominance over you the same as hearing gasps of his name over and over again while you convulse and shatter against him, so soft and weak and vulnerable that it makes his heart stop.

He makes you keep your eyes open and on him at all times. “Keep your focus on me,” “Look at what I’m doing to you, keep watching,” “Look at me with those pretty eyes, I wanna see how big they get when you come for me,” “Don’t you dare look away,” all of that. Even when you’re kissing now you’re both always looking at one another. You don’t think you can go back to kissing with your eyes closed again.

He asked you in the beginning if you want him to use condoms just so you wouldn’t have to deal with contraceptive side effects. You used them a few times before realizing how badly you wanted to just fluid bond with him. He has never complained about this; he’s ready to face any consequences, should they happen. And while he loves going to pro-choice rallies with you, he does fantasize from time to time about a little version of you running around the farm, driving him crazy with worry.

Suguru’s favourite place to come is on your face, because your face is his favourite sight in the entire world. Yes, he loves your body. But it was your nervous smile and hopeful eyes that caught his eye the very first time and kept him looking back again and again. Seeing his cum streaked across your gorgeous lips and dripping down your cheeks and chin is a mental image he frequents regularly throughout the day.

(One day, you make him lick the cum off your face and feed it to you by kiss. This changes his brain chemistry forever. You’re definitely the one.)

[kitkat13001]

₊˚⊹⋆ i knew you in another life you had that same look in your eyes… (i love you, don’t act so surprised)

⤷ satoru gojo x reader

⤷ MAJOR JJK SPOILERS!!! brief mentions of violence, implied character and reader death (kind of?), kitty rejects canon at every opportunity, starts sad ends cute (ish?), lyrics from billie eilish’s “birds of a feather”

the vision haunts you, burned into the back of your eyelids. you feel paralyzed, standing and watching in horror. you could be falling right now and be none the wiser. 

there’s no way. it’s simply not possible. satoru, your satoru, is the strongest. this is an indisputable fact. 

so if he’s the strongest…why is it that you’re staring at his broken, desecrated body?

you’re running before it even registers that you’re moving. you have no hope of winning this fight, you know that. if he couldn’t, you don’t stand a fraction of a chance. but you keep going anyways, for satoru. 

you close your eyes as the end comes, determined to see those big, blue eyes again. 

you wake up with a jolt, startling in your seat. your knuckles are turning pale from clutching the armrest, and breath struggles to get to your lungs. 

“you okay?” hums an incredibly familiar voice next to you. 

it takes long moment for everything to process. your body is stiff where you’re sat, crammed into a row of identical seats. it looks like…a train maybe?

“turbulence is pretty bad, but the pilot said it’ll pass soon.”

turbulence…pilot. an airplane. 

you fumble to lift the shade on the window, and gasp at the sight of a bright blue sky and white clouds. 

you turn around and there it is again, that blinding blue and white.

satoru flashes you a cheeky smile, nudging your hand with his. “what? you look like you saw a ghost or somethin’.”

you shake your head, trying to get comfortable back in your seat. “no, i just…had a weird dream is all.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah. it’s not important, though,” you say, waving it off. “where is everyone?”

he starts ticking them off on his fingers. “well, suguru’s in the bathroom, i think mr. delicate is plane-sick.” he snickers. “shoko snuck into first class with utahime and she promised to bring snacks, but the little liar hasn’t come back. kuroi moved amanai to the front so she could have window seat, aaand nanami and haibara are asleep behind us.”

he laughs a little. “guess you missed a lot while you were out.”

you have no idea, you think, blurred images fading from your mind of that horrid dream. just a dream now, but it’s got you thinking. 

“hey, satoru?”

“yeah?”

“do you think…” you pause for a moment, eyes wandering the cloudy expanse outside. you can see glimmers of the ocean far below. “do you think we like each other in every universe?”

he acts like he’s thinking about it for a long moment, before answering with a casual, “no.”

you gape at him, moving to swat at his arm, but he’s faster than you and he’s interlocked your hands together before you can land a hit. 

he flashes you a teasing grin, but there’s sincerity in his voice when he continues. “i think we love each other in every universe. but i think this one’s my favorite, though.”

you stifle a laugh, leaning against him until your cheek is squished against his shoulder. “you know what? me too.”

dividers by @/saradika-graphics, icons from pinterest (not mine) — i 🩷 writing obscure shit. this was loosely inspired by this fanart i saw on pinterest + my own delusions. also full disclosure ive never actually read the manga much less the infamous death scene so apologies if this isn’t entirely accurate (it is not meant to be)

[powdcr]

timebomb X reader ??

safe with them

୨୧ timebomb x gender neutral!reader

୨୧ summary: ekko comforts you while you're sick; cuddling with ekko & jinx

୨୧ word count: 1.1k

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You laid alone in bed at the Firelights’ safe house, or rather, safe tree. You couldn’t sleep because you weren’t used to sleeping alone, but Ekko had told you early that day that he had wanted you to rest up since you were feeling under the weather. You grumbled and accepted that he was probably right, but it didn’t change the fact that you were all alone while he was out doing things—productive things. You imagined him passing out food to some of the children outside, which is what he was usually doing at this time of night. It was dinner time after all, but you hadn’t touched your food. A plate of grub remained perfectly in tact next your side of the bed.

You hadn’t seen Jinx in a few days either. Last time you heard, she was going to go “take care of” some of the enforcers that had been rummaging through the Undercity. However, that was now three days ago and you were worried about her. She always came back home to you and Ekko. You two were her home. She was hesitant at first to the whole idea of moving in to a tree house that Ekko had built by hand, but once you had agreed to do so, she followed suit.

The three of you had a strange commitment that wasn’t very common to most people that you knew. You were in a polyamorous relationship with both Ekko and Jinx. You had grown up together as children, and funnily enough, had all had a crush on each other at one point or another. It wasn’t something that was ever said out loud, but it was a mutual understanding that three of you would share each other. It was something that made everyone feel safe, understood, and happy. The three of you were in love, and you certainly weren’t hurting anyone by being so.

You heard the doorknob turn before Ekko announced himself, closing the door behind him. “How’re you feeling?” he asked, placing the back of his hand to your forehead to check for your temperature.

“Better than I was,” you grumbled like a baby, “but Ekko?”

He smiled, his eyes softening. “Yes? Oh wait, let me guess. You miss me and demand cuddles?”

You laughed and pretended to be offended by his comment, but he knew you so well and you knew it. “Shut up. That’s actually not what I was going to say.”

“What’s up then?” Ekko sat down on the bed beside your waist.

“I’m worried about Jinx.”

He let out a sigh. “Little lady, huh? She can take care of herself out there. I’m sure she’ll be back in the next day or so. I can see it now, she’s probably hiding out in a tower spying on them, planning her next move.”

His response calmed your nerves slightly, but a pit sat in your stomach, claiming its territory. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Ekko leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, wanting to give you affection but not wanting to catch what you had for the sake of the other Firelights. You gave him a weak smile as anxiety overtook you. You couldn’t help but worry, it was just a part of your nature. Ekko could feel your nerves through your skin as he rubbed your arms sensually.

“Come on, scoot over,” he said with a small laugh.

You did as he asked, scooting over and making an Ekko-sized place in the bed for him. The bed was huge and had plenty of room for more people, but Ekko needed his spot closest to the door so that he could protect you in case of an emergency. You could call it an overprotective boyfriend thing, but you found it sweet. It was one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place.

You felt his arms wrap around you and instinctively buried your face into his chest. He smelled like vanilla, rosemary, and a hint of peppermint. You wished you could smell it all day—it was addictive to you. His arms were warm and hairy, but not too hairy, it was just the right amount in your opinion. His hands were bigger than yours and were always heated to match your cold ones. You loved holding them in your own, but for the moment, their place on your back was more comforting. He gently brushed his fingertips up and down your spine, and you nuzzled in further.

Just then, the doorknob jiggled like it had for Ekko’s arrival. You both shot your eyes towards the entrance, preparing to either attack or flee, but your worries faded once you saw who the mystery person actually was.

“Ya miss me?”

You and Ekko both jumped out of bed to give your girlfriend, Jinx, a tight hug.

“Jeez, Louise. Is that a yes?” she asked with difficulty as it was hard for her to talk while being hugged as tightly as she was.

“I was so worried about you!” you managed to get out in between tears.

“We both were,” Ekko added, his voice falling quiet, “we both were.”

“I’m sorry. I just got distracted! You know how I am. Blowing people up is fun,” Jinx mumbled, brushing off the tension that she had caused between us.

You gave her a raise of the eyebrow, silently passing judgment in between glances. “You’re not going out again for a while. You’re gonna stay here with us.”

Jinx groaned but secretly felt relieved. She had missed the two of you and was in desperate need of a break. She loved chaos, it was an integral part of her personality, but even Jinx every once and a while needed to push it away and take some time off from the danger. She gave you and Ekko a smile.

Later that night, Ekko and Jinx surrounded you on either side of the bed as you cuddled. Ekko had his arm around you, while Jinx had her leg over your middle, spooning you from the side. She nuzzled into the crook of your neck, giving you soft kisses to let you know that she missed you while she was gone. Ekko looked over at the two of you and placed a kiss atop your head before turning off the light on the bedside table. Jinx pulled you closer into her, feeling up your waist with her rough yet gentle hands. Ekko turned to face you two, scooting up on his pillow so that you could rest your head on his chest.

You felt safe in between them. They both were fighters, true and unbelievably strong fighters. Since you weren’t feeling very well, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself if someone were to sneak in, but they made your worries disappear into the dust at an instant. You knew they would both die to protect you, as you would for them, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ruthytwoshakes]

Wonderful analysis! I knew they were based off of nationality-based stereotypes, but I didn’t think they were so intrinsically tied to wwll propaganda! I’ve got a lot of reading to do lol. And I loved how perfectly you articulated scout and spy’s relationship, that’s gonna be rotating in the brain for a good long while.

I’m currently creating a fanwork of my own. I thought it would be fun to see how TFI would have to adapt and change after the fall of the Mann family, Mann Co., and the robot wars, as well as what would happen towards the TF2 team themselves. For my purposes I’m gently putting aside a lot of the comic lore. I wanted to write about the high-stakes transitional period for the world after these titans fall, inspired from the transition to the post-cold war world. Still working out the kinks, and actually a lot of things, and I’m not entirely sure why I’m sharing this here, but I think I want to say thank you for this analysis. It’s been a while since I’ve seen something so loving and thought-out, and I really hope that one day I can make something like this as well. Maybe a good question would be how do you analyze a piece of media like this? Fascinating how you put it all together, how do you pick up all those pieces and transcribe them to words? I try to but I’m not that good yet. Got a lot of learning I’m excited to do.

Anyway, thanks for this! And did you ever end up checking out emesis blue? :]

TF2 analysis - on cultural references, context as characterization, and how to analyze comedy

-taps mic- HELLO, TEAM FORTRESS 2 COMMUNITY !

A while back, I received an ask requesting analysis of one of my favorite video games of all time and special interest of 12+ years, and you know I just had to go and turn that into a several thousand word essay for the reading pleasure of the people.

Because that shit got way too long, I’ve decided to put it into a post of its own. Hopefully a big title and no previous context being necessary will give more people an incentive to read it. I spent a long time on it and I think it’s pretty cool, and I would love some nice attention for my effort. ;w;

The ask I received went a little something like this:

Below the cut, I will be replying to these questions individually. It touches on everything from Cold War propaganda to the media landscape at the game’s launch in 2007 to first-person shooters as a genre - all to gain a better understanding of author intent, expected audience reaction, characterization and themes.

Anon previously requested help writing more accurate fanfiction, and damn it, that is what they are going to get!! and MORE

Keep reading

[librarycards]

I’ve heard people say that when you learn a people’s language, you learn their culture. It tells you how they think of the world, how they experience it. That’s why translation is so difficult—you have to take one way of seeing the world and translate it to another, while still piecing the words together so they make sense.

Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the fact that there is no Mohawk word to differentiate between reactive and melancholic depression. No scientific jargon to legitimize and pathologize. Just wake’nikonhrèn:ton, and wake’nikonhra’kwenhtará:’on. A mind hanging by a thread, and a mind spread out on the ground. A before and an after. What does that mean about our culture?

Though the two phrases differ in severity, perhaps, when you think about it, they’re referring to the same thing. Maybe all words for those feelings are—endogenous, exogenous, depression, melancholia. All in their own way describe a person in pain who needs help to heal.

Is there a language of depression? I’m not sure. Depression often seems to me like the exact opposite of language. It takes your tongue, your thoughts, your self-worth and leaves an empty vessel. Not that different from colonialism, actually.

In fact, the Mind Over Mood depression inventory checklist could double as an inventory for the effects of colonialism on our people. Sad or depressed mood? Check. Feelings of guilt? Check. Irritable mood? Considering how fast my dad’s side of the family are to yell, check. Finding it harder than usual to do things? Well, Canada tried to eradicate our entire way of being, then forced us to take on their values and wondered why we couldn’t cope. Definite check. Low self-esteem, self-critical thoughts, tiredness or loss of energy, difficulty making decisions, seeing the future as hopeless, recurrent thoughts of death, suicidal thoughts? Check, check, check.

And if colonialism is like depression, and the Onkwehon:we suffering from it are witches, then I guess it shouldn’t surprise anyone that our treatment has always been the same: to light us on fire and let us burn.

I know now why that therapist in that church reminded me of residential schools. When I think of that man sitting across from me, chastising me for not saying the right words, the words that made it easy for him to understand me and cure me, I think of how my grandparents and greatgrandparents felt when priests and nuns did the same to them. The difference is that therapist was trying to cure me of being depressed; those priests and nuns were trying to cure my ancestors of being Indian. In some ways they succeeded. In many they did not.

Alicia Elliott, A Mind Spread Out on the Ground in Shapes of Native Nonfiction. [emphasis added]

[thanosscross]

Thin line between hate and love - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part one

Summary: After joining BigBang, you were quick to reject Seung Hyun, because you had to hate Seung Hyun, because if you didn't, you'd love him, and if you loved him, then it'd end badly, that's what everybody always said, right?

Warnings: Nothing really, Seung Hyun having a panic attack, but ready helps him through it

Translations: Oppa= Meaning Big brother, often used by younger females towards older men that they are close to, can also be used romantically towards a boyfriend if he is older.

Whenever you graduated from trainee to an actual K-pop idol, you were frustrated to be stuck with a boy band, you had been a trainee for the last seven years to become a solo K-Pop star, only to be shoved into a group called BigBang after a member was removed, some guy you couldn't remember, so obviously he wasn't that important. You were quickly rushed into meeting each member, Seung Hyun, Ji-Yong, Dae-Sung, and Tae-Yang, becoming the newest 5th member of the band was weird for all of you, especially with you being a girl in an all boy band. YG panicked though, taking his most ready trainee and shoving them with the boys, hoping they'd work well together.

You all somewhat worked well together, You were close with all the boys, except for Seung Hyun, you never wanted to be near him after your second day there, and you weren't shy about showing it either. The fans loved it, because Seung Hyun made it a game to make a comedy out of your hatred for him, constantly trying to tell people you were actually really nice to him privately, or trying to get you to dance with him during shows. All of it just made you fall for him harder, but you had to hate Seung Hyun, because if you didn't, you'd love him, and if you loved him, then it'd end badly, that's how you were trained and it's what you were always told, dating other idols just make awkward break-ups.

As you walked out on stage you waved to your side of the stage, looking at all of the different signs that fans were holding up proudly. You were normally one to stick to your chorography unless one of the boys pulled you out of it, which is what happened almost every show. "Y/n...." Ji-Yong called teasingly as the track played, never noticing Seung Hyun making his way closer to you from behind. As you shifted to the left with the chorography, ready to move to grab a back-up dancer for part of 'Bae Bae', before two arms wrapped around you, two hands dramatically moving around in front of your body, careful not to actually touch your chest, Seung Hyun smirked as he swayed your hips to the music, matching his movements, basically making you his back-up dancer. As the fans screamed loudly, you stumbled away swatting at his hands angrily as he just twirled around matching the rest of your chorography as the song ended.

Huffing loudly to catch your breath, you brought your microphone up "Do not. ever touch me during that song again" You said giving him a warning look, he just chuckled lowly into the microphone "Why so hostile, Jagiya?" He asked, his deep voice echoing through the speakers the fans screaming loudly at his voice, and his nickname for you. "Leave me alone, Top" You sassed, turning your back going to walk to your mark for the next song before you heard him speak again "Y/n~..Jagiya, you like?" He asked lowly, you slowly turned around to see him laying on the stage, one leg bent and the other laying flat as he was leaned back on his hands, his head leaned back as he shook out the long hair he didn't have. "Top...get up" You demanded into your microphone, before looking at the other three "Really? No help at all? Oppa?" You asked raising your eyebrows at Ji-Yong, someone you considered to be an older brother to you, he just stood laughing softly from behind his hands that hid his smile. You just stomped back to your mark whining loudly "Why can't you just leave me alone?" You whined glaring at him, he just smirked waving at you as he held his fingers up in the shape of a heart. "I literally hate you...so much" You whispered, starting the next song.

After your show ended, you were quick to rush to your dressing room, wanting to get changed into something comfortable before the meet and greet you all had scheduled almost right after the show. You were successful in changing, making your way out of the room, only to be greeted by Ji-Yong attempting to get into Seung Hyun's dressing room "You have to open the door, Seung hyun!" He pleaded, shaking the doorknob, you made you way over cautiously, raising an eyebrow at your bandmate. "He said something about having anxiety and not wanting to go to the meet and greet, and now he's not coming out of the room" Ji-Yong explained, you just sighed, replacing his hand with yours on the doorknob, before slowly moving to stand in Ji-Yong's spot, him stepping away "I've got this, Oppa, go get ready" You smiled softly, waiting for him to leave ear shot before knocking on the door softly "Seung Hyun...Oppa, open the door" You said quietly, hoping he'd hear you "Seung Hyun" You stated louder, you felt the doorknob twist in your hand as it slowly opened, you were met with your bandmate who shook harshly as his breathing was erratic. You just walked past him, pushing the door shut as you entered, Seung Hyun looked at you expectantly, like he was waiting for you to yell at him for making you all late, which in his mind, was what he was doing.

You just silently sat down on the floor, leaning against the couch as you motioned him over "I always like the floor better whenever I'm panicking" You offered softly, watching as he slowly sat next to you, tucking his arms in his lap, he couldn't help it, in the panicked, vulnerable state, he didn't want to upset you. You didn't really like him that much, right? He let his mind swirl as you took his hand in yours gently "Is it the amount of people?..I know you get..nervous whenever we do meet and greets or big interviews" You asked softly, not taking your eyes off of him, Seung Hyun couldn't answer, his eyes just staying trained on his shaky hands that he tried to hold between his legs to stop them. "Oppa..What's wrong?" You asked softly, leaning your head on his shoulder, he glanced at you, trying to find his voice to speak. "A-All the new people, a-all the contact" He whispered, tightening his grip on your hand for a moment "Hey, that's understandable...I get nervous sometimes before shows" You whispered, caressing his knuckles with your thumb "Y-You do?" he asked after a moment, starting to focus on something other than his racing thoughts. You seemed the most together during shows, perfecting everything further than he did, and you were nervous? You never seemed to show it "Yea, nervous you're going to mess with me" You teased playfully, watching as the corner of his mouth started to lift into a small smile. "It's fun....you're a fun person to make mad" He smiled, starting to feel the buzzing feeling that came after a panic attack as he started to calm down. "Well..if you can keep a secret, I'm never really mad at you.." You whispered, squeezing his hand gently, he just rested his head on yours gently as he took a shaky deep breath "You're not?" He asked, flipping your hands over to open yours, messing with the rings on your fingers, along with a small thin chain that connected three of your rings to a bracelet you wore for the concert.

"Of course not, Seung Hyun, you are the biggest gentlemen out there, and you're so thoughtful and kind, how could I be mad at you?" You whispered before moving to sit in front of him "If I tell you how I keep myself calm..will you promise not to tell anybody, and that you'll come out to the meet and greet?" You whispered softly, taking both of his hands in yours as he nodded "I take a deep breath before I walk out, and I think to myself, if anything goes wrong, if I start to panic? Rely on you, you always know just what to do to lighten the mood" You smiled, watching as he looked up at you blushing softly, not really knowing how to respond to that "I see you thinking all of the time, trying to find the best, funniest things to do" You smiled "I appreciate it" You added, Seung Hyun squeezed your hands before laughing softly as he wiped his cheeks from any remaining tears. "How can I rely on myself?" he chuckled, watching as you rolled your eyes playfully "Rely on me, if you can save me for almost all of our shows, I'm sure I can handle a few meet and greets" You smiled, standing up slowly as you pulled him to his feet "So, are we ready?" You asked smiling, holding his hands still as you looked up at him hopefully, he glanced down at the floor for a moment before taking a deep breath again and nodding "Y-Yea, yea, I'm ready" He smiled softly, blushing softly as you pulled him out of the room "Just remember...to everybody else, I hate you" You reminded as you walked down the hallway "Why?.." He asked, stopping his pace causing you to come to a stop as well "I..-" You stopped yourself, tightening your grip on his hands, biting your lip nervously "I-I need to, so nobody knows the truth" You said calmly, hoping he wouldn't press any more "Because you like me, Jigaya~?" He asked teasingly, laughing as your cheeks burned with a blush "No. shut up" You hushed as you pulled him towards the meet and greet area, ready to get this over with and get home to your bed.

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[cherrysolo]

actual freaky req😓 i cant stop thinking ab luigi being a camp counselor. i was wondering if u can make a smutty long fic ab u being a counselor too or smn on the camp wtv and having a crush on him and he has to like walk u to ur cabin one night and it gets freaky and u guys like gotta be quiet.?!? idk i feel like i need it #ovulation😭

delicate

I saw other writers getting the same ask :( (so I hope nobody’s is too similar to mine but if so dm me!) but I still wanted to write this! hope you enjoy <3

warnings: smut, strong language

“y/n you know councillor luigi has a crush on you,” one of your younger campers tells you as you two are putting away some of the archery equipment. rolling your eyes immediately, can’t these kids mind their own business?

“no he doesn’t, just finish putting those arrows away, properly this time!” you frustratingly said. you knew that he had no interest in you, the years that both of you had spent together at this camp, from being campers to councillors. he was a year older anyway, what reason would he have to even look your way?

later on that evening, you were cleaning up after dinner, all of the campers back in their cabins to sleep for the night. you thought that you were alone, all of the councillors always flaked on nightly cleanups. until someone startled you,

“y/n right?” you turn around to see luigi. your face flushes immediately and your eyes avert him, “yeah that’s me, luigi right?” you decide to play the same game. how did he not remember you? you guys have been camping here together since middle school.

“why don’t you go hang out with everyone? I can’t finish in here,” he motions to the window, for you to join the rest of the councillors sitting around the bonfire. “no I'm good here, I like the quiet after a long day,” you smile. “well, do you mind if I join you? looks like you need a hand there,” motioning to the stacks of plates you’ve been trying to move back into the kitchen. as you both continue cleaning in silence, he breaks the tension by stopping you in your tracks. “I didn’t want to bring this up in front of everyone, but,” you quirk your head to the side, speechlessly questioning him. “in 2012, we were both still campers, and you hit me smack in the face when you served your volleyball, gave me a nosebleed,”

“you remember that?” your face turning bright red.

“how could I forget? every guy was teasing me that you beat me up that summer, I never heard the end of it.” you giggle turning your head back.

“I can’t believe you remember that, I remember being so embarrassed. after that I became a recluse for the rest of the summer,” you hummed.

“what are you up to now y/n? I hope you aren’t a volleyball player,” he chuckles, where is all of this coming from? he had basically ignored your presence all of these years as you watched on the sidelines.

“sophomore at columbia, neuroscience,”

“you’re a smart cookie,” rolling your eyes at him.

“what about you?” but you already knew. looking at his linkedin and instagram before you got back to camp this year.

“senior at UPenn, computer science,”

“oh so you’re a nerd,” you tease.

“very funny y/n,” the back and forth between you two quickly made your heart race.

“I can walk you back to your cabin? unless you want to join everyone else?” he asks as you’re both finishing up.

“yeah let’s go,” you flatten out the front of your white sundress, nervously fidgeting. as you both step outside to the short walk to the cabin, luigi places his hand on the small of your back. you both shyly smile at one another,

“y/n, if you refuse to make a move, I will,” he suddenly blurts out. you were too stunned to speak,

“is this okay with you?” he stands in front of you, putting his hand on your hip. you nodded up and down,

“where is this coming from?” you quietly question. luigi almost looks pissed off

“don’t play dumb y/n, we’ve been dancing around each other since we were kids,” he scoffs. “cmon, I know you want this,” he grabs your hand quickly pulling you into his cabin. his eyes soften when he finally gets his eyes on you. he sighs, but you tense up. his arm reaching up to your forearm rubbing the tension away.

“are you still sure about this?” he leans downwards, and you quickly nod your head.

“use your words, sweet girl,” placing his hand under your chin.

“yeah, this is good,“ you mumble.

his lips desperately meet yours, almost like he was starved for you. ghosting his lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them. his hand trails from your face to the back of your head, tugging a bit. you whimper at the loss of contact,

“oh, I could do this all night long,” whispering in your ear then trailing pecks down your neck. pushing you down on his bed, practically straddling you now. It was euphoric, it was hard to keep your eyes open or even not let out any noises. his kisses trail down to your chest, pulling the straps of your sundress down your arms. moaning out, luigi quickly panics.

“shhh, don’t let anyone hear, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he begins to take off his shirt, and you realize how fucked you are. his broad shoulders and abs reflect in the moonlight that shines through the window. you had seen him shirtless countless times over the years, but this close-up and intimately seeing every mole across his chest made you dizzy. you press your hands across his chest attempting to balance yourself. “god, I can’t believe I have you all to myself,” luigi groans into your ear. his hands begin lowering to your hips, pushing his hardness into you.

“feel this? it’s all for you,” he begins to lift your dress, leaving it pushed up around your stomach. his hands begin wandering around your panty line, you move your hips slightly to give him access. his fingers start to peel off your panties, wetness sticking to them. the cool air that hits your core giving you goosebumps, you whimper out.

“you’re soaked baby,” pushing his ring finger through your slick folds, curling up. pumping his one finger, then adding another.

“my god, lu, I need you,” you moan out as he quickens the pace of his fingers. his thumb starts rubbing against your clit, and you whimper out and buck your hips up.

“keep the noise down, baby. you're too loud,” he growls in your ear and pulls out his fingers. the emptiness comes too soon and you’re clenching against nothing. luigi quickly pulls himself out of his shorts, teasing you with his cock. you whimper out not being able to control yourself, and his grip tightens on your waist.

“you want me quiet? make me,” you couldn’t tell if it was the confidence or the horniness talking. you smirked up towards him.

his thumb caresses your lip, rubbing back and forth as he slowly enters you. you both gasp as he stretches you out. he then slowly puts his thumb in your mouth, your lips wrapped around it, keeping you silent. as his pace begins to quicken, you whimper around his thumb.

“hmm you have to stay quiet baby, I had to make you,” he whispers.

your legs wrapped around his back, clenching around him and pulling him in tighter.

“I'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart.” he slowly removes his thumb from your mouth and places it on your clit. you wonder where he learned to do this, no guy has ever touched you like this before, he’s perfect in every way.

“fuck, I’m so close, don't stop. please, don't stop,” you whisper, trying to stay quiet.

“I know, I know. let go angel” he quickens up his pace to meet you there. you begin to tighten around him and you feel that familiar feeling in your body. “that's it, baby girl” he coaxes you through your orgasm. your body convulses as you whimper out, and luigi finishes close after you. by the time you are both finished, you don’t care about being quiet. he pulls out and lays beside you,

“y/n you have no clue how long I’ve waited to do that,” he shyly smiles. kissing your forehead. “me too, I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids,” pushing your head into his shoulder.

the next morning, after breakfast and sending campers off to activities, you and luigi share a quick kiss behind one of the cabins, this would be a new normal.

“miss y/n, see I told you councillor luigi liked you!” one of your campers catching you guys. you both burst out laughing, now there would be a new rumour spreading among campers about you two.