#like sometimes it’s good … rarely but it will find you

[teaboot]

Things you can do as a security guard instead of acting like a dickhead: a vent post disguised as advice

Offer alternatives: IE, “Sorry, nobody’s allowed to hang out over there, but we have seats over here you’re welcome to use”. I recommend getting familiar with local parks, public seating, free food programs, outreach, mobile aid, etc., just in case those are needed.

Be polite: IE, “Excuse me, sir”, “I beg your pardon, miss”. This should go without saying but everyone deserves dignity.

Avoid phrasing requests as orders: IE, “Don’t stand in front of that” VS “Excuse me, could you move a bit to the side?”. This works best with an explanation, like, “There’s a sign behind you”, or, “you might get clipped by someone”. This helps communicate that you are asking for a reason, not just throwing your weight around. If you don’t have a reason, rethink whether or not you need to be doing anything.

Avoid directing blame or fault. Don’t say, “The owner says you gotta go” when you could say, “I’m not supposed to let people be here for X period” or “do X thing”. Again, try to have alternatives ready so people can use other resources or do something else instead of just abruptly changing plans.

Come from a place of compassion whenever you can. People are gonna tell you to get rid of the crazy screaming guy. They say that because they’re frightened and don’t know what to do. Your best approach is, “Hello sir”, followed by, “How are you today?”, “how’s it going?”, “are you doing alright?”, etc., depending on what the person is ACTUALLY doing / saying when you get there. You can offer help from there if needed, or leave them alone if they’re not in danger or a risk to anyone.

Remember you’re not a cop. This can mean whatever you need it to mean. For me personally, that means that with incredibly rare exception (like trying to sell to kids, contaminating other’s food or drink) I won’t report you for drugs. If I find you doing drugs on my site I’ll tell you a different place where you can do them instead and ask you to do them there. I have interrupted drug deals to ask the client and the salesman to both kindly move 15 feet to the left, I’m not kidding, I do not care.

Know who you can throw under the bus. Sometimes you gotta enforce rules and be the bad guy and if that’s the fault of some dipshit in a suit 200 miles away, you can say that. Sorry man, I can’t let you park your car on the lawn. I know you’re not hurting anyone and frankly I think lawn culture is stupid but there’s other parking stalls and if my boss sees you I’ll get a write-up for not doing my job. Shit sucks sometimes but if it wasn’t me telling you it’d be the new guy, and between you and me he’s an idiot and he’ll probably just report you to bylaw.

Don’t just act like you’re their friend, genuinely try to be a good friend. If you know that someone is doing something that will only result in a bystander phoning police, don’t let them go down like that. Let them know, “hey man, you seem like you’re having a shit time and I get it, I’ll do what I can, but we gotta have this conversation somewhere else ‘cause we’re freaking out the old ladies.”

Swallow your tongue. You can’t fix the world. People are gonna bitch at you about communists and 5G and gangster rap ruining the neighbourhood, that’s just part of the deal. Nod along, remain neutral, shut down any hate speech, redirect if you can, and keep a limit in mind where you’ll have to shut things down.

Accept that sometimes there are no solutions. Yes, that angry guy who blasts music will be back tomorrow. That homeless woman who asks you to help her find her dog that she hasn’t had in 30 years will ask again, and yes, you’re still going to take a description and promise to keep an eye out. That kid who smokes crack behind the building has been clean for a few weeks and still stops by to say hi, and you hope he’ll get his life together and be happy, but he also might relapse and OD before he hits 25. Sometimes you just have to do the best you can, even if nothing is guaranteed.

Be kind to teenagers. Being a kid is hard, and everyone’s on their ass all the damn time for everything.

Remember that the vast majority of bad people aren’t bad, just unhappy. The guy who keeps showing up drunk and puking on the carpet is unhappy. The lady who bitches about the service every single time and keeps coming back anyway is unhappy. The guy who leaves trash everywhere is probably unhappy. If they were happy, maybe they’d do better, but they’re not, and that’s kinda sad. You don’t have to let them get away with their shit, but they probably aren’t actually a worthless human being either.

It doesn’t matter if 12 is true or not. You need to believe it or you will become a harsh and bitter person. Look for evidence that people are not terrible and invent it if you have to

Don’t let yourself become a bastard

[deathsmallcaps]

It’s somewhat helpful nowadays to have online assignments, because that way it can be turned in while you’re thinking of it, or even gets graded as soon as you finish! As long as you can get through that part, you can kill it. So asking for accommodations that way may be appropriate and may work for you. Sometimes you can even work on it in little bits, from waiting rooms to public transport, and that can be better than not doing any of it at all.

Hell, you could even take a (CLEAR PLEASE) picture of your assignment and email it to your teacher as soon as it’s done if it’s a paper assignment. You’ll be early AND have a digital copy that you can show them if THEY forgot they received it.

Then there’s the redundancy approach. I keep a chapstick attached to my keys, one in my car, in every bag I use regularly, in my wallet, and one in every coat pocket I use regularly. This isn’t as helpful for hw, but it helps decrease anxiety and displeasure, which helps with memory.

Then there’s the approach for having *everything* attached to each other in one spot. When I was in HS, I used a giant fabric binder instead of a bag and kept everything in there. I had trouble staying organized, but everything DID end up in there and I rarely forgot the binder itself. If you can train yourself to only take papers (and your laptop, if you were like me) then at the very least you can maintain somewhat organized chaos in one small area. Which is sometimes what is best.

A lot of it comes down to consistency and training … which is the antithesis of ADHD. But it’s the truth. And the thing is, it’s appropriate to ask your environment to change too. They may not do it, but maybe if your teacher puts their homework bin by the door, it may cause a little bit of a choke point at the beginning of class but you and your body will get used to stopping by there and dropping off your paper.

If you can train yourself to check your school classroom assignment board, then that’s great too!

And OMG!!! Write on your skin!!! It’s not professional but you don’t have to write on the back of your hand.

My advice? Write things you need to remember on your wrist. It’s not as visible, it can be hidden by a long sleeve, and if you’re like me and wash your hands regularly you won’t wash it off too quick.

Plus, if you have darker skin and have trouble finding a utensil that’s darker, the wrist is usually pretty pale! If you really cannot find a marker that stands out against your skin tone, you may want to explore paint pens* or use metallic ones. They wash off faster but they WILL stand out.

Don’t use pen unless it’s your only option, it can wear off past the point of legibility within an hour. Skin pens ARE effective, the ones made to specifically write on skin safely, but they can also last for a WEEK if you aren’t scrubbing that area regularly. So use that for something that needs remembering for a week I guess.

So while I cannot attest to the absolute chemical safety of Sharpies, they DO work really well. I use orange or brown ones if I run out of skin on my wrist and need it to fade quickly on the back of my hand. Black or blue ones are very effective (for my pale self). If you are tan, then blue/turquoise actually shows up pretty well for a while. And metallic ones will not last as long usually, but silver is the best and it does show up well especially on dark skin.

You don’t look at your wrist quite as often as your hand, but you rarely lose it! So you can write a Turn In list. And tbh, while I still often do this, once I started ‘disciplining’ myself to look at my wrist, it was easier to get into the habit of checking my school website for my assignments, etc.

GOOD LUCK!

*check this site so you can know what to check for allergen and chemical wise, I personally have yet to try them so I do not know how they are vs. Sharpies

When I was a kid I kept failing classes because I'd lose my homework. I'd finish it, but between the dining room table and the classroom it would just walk away. Sometimes it ended up in my backpack, sometimes it didn't; sometimes I finished the homework at school and it got home in my backpack but wasn't there the next day.

To attempt to address this, my parents got me a neon orange folder to put in my backpack; it was my homework folder, all homework was to go into that folder and that folder only, and it was to only come out of that folder when it was being worked on. I was to put homework in the homework folder as soon as it was assigned and if I'd worked on it, put it back in the folder as soon as it was finished. The logic here was that using the folder was supposed to be automatic, and you wanted a bright color so it wouldn't get lost in the depths of a backpack.

I think I lost about eight of those before my parents stopped buying orange folders.

So it was very frustrating to search "how to be organized at work as an adult with ADHD" only to get a list that said "set alarms and write things down and try to make friends with a more organized person" which was immediately followed by tips to help your ADHD child stay organized and the one right at the top was to put their homework in a bright folder so they couldn't lose it.

If you have been harmed by the ADHD Tips Industrial Complex you may be entitled to a packet of fun-dip and a cactus cooler as consolation for losing your homework folder again.

[kikis-writing-service]

Can't stop thinking about Katsuki having a history of failed relationships. It's never difficult for him to attract people. They fall for him easily—drawn to his looks, his unflinching honesty, his blunt approach to everything. "It's refreshing," they always say. "It's so rare to find someone who won't lie to you."

His hero ranking certainly doesn't hurt either. People are naturally attracted to power and success, and Katsuki has both in spades. They love telling their friends they're dating one of the top pro heroes, enjoying the status that comes with the association.

Initially, they appreciate his attentiveness—how he notices details about them, remembers their preferences without being told twice. They admire his passion; the way he gives everything to his hero work extends to his relationships too. Katsuki doesn't know how to be halfway committed. He puts his entire self into whatever he does.

That's always how it begins, but it never lasts.

All those traits his partners once praised become what they resent. His honesty? Now it's "too harsh," "too cutting." They ask him to tone it down, to not be so blunt all the time. "You don't have to be so honest about everything. Sometimes small lies are better."

His attention to detail becomes irritating, especially during arguments. "Why do you have to remember everything?" they complain. "You're being petty. Focusing on things that don't matter." They grow to resent how he remembers every word they've said.

His passion, once exhilarating, now "suffocates" them. "I need space," they say. "You're too intense." As if he knows how to be anything else.

"If you're not going to give it your all, what's the fucking point?" he asks. They never have a good answer for that.

The first few breakups, Katsuki fights back. He tries to compromise, catching himself before saying something particularly harsh, attempting to filter his thoughts. But it feels like a betrayal of himself, like he's putting on an act. Inevitably, in moments of stress or fatigue, the filter slips and his full personality comes roaring back. The disappointment in their eyes hurts him more than he'd ever admit.

"This is exactly who you fell for," he reminds them, voice rising with frustration. "You don't get to act surprised now."

After enough repetitions of this cycle, he stops fighting. When they break up with him, he simply nods, jaw tight. "Good riddance," he mutters, though something cracks inside him each time.

Sometimes he wonders if Deku and the others have it easier. Deku with his endless empathy, or Kirishima with his straightforward warmth. People don't seem to tire of them the way they tire of Katsuki. Maybe he's just fundamentally too difficult to love long-term. The thought pisses him off, but he can't dismiss the evidence: a string of relationships, all ending the same way.

So he gives up on relationships entirely. "They're a waste of time," he tells anyone who asks. But deep down, he longs to come home to someone.

And then he meets you.

You're different, though not in any dramatic, obvious way. You're just as straightforward as he is. You commit fully to everything that matters to you. You take his words at face value, never searching for hidden meanings that aren't there.

The first time he snaps at you in public—a sharp, caustic comment that would make others flinch—you just laugh and snap right back with equal force. No hurt feelings, no wounded looks. Just acceptance that this is part of the conversation.

He notices how you don't pull away when he gets worked up about something trivial. Instead, you match his energy. He finds himself waiting for the moment your expression changes, for the familiar look of exhaustion to creep in. But it never comes.

He’s sworn off relationships, but he feels himself falling. And it terrifies him so he fights against it.

Sometimes, when these thoughts overwhelm him, he'll pick a fight or pull away, testing the boundaries of your patience. Waiting for the inevitable moment when you realize he's too much work, too difficult, too Katsuki.

But you handle it without flinching. You don't try to change him or tell him he's too much. You accept that this is just how Katsuki is. Your acceptance only deepens his fear.

And it's because you're different that he can't bring himself to hope for a future with you.

He's dealt with losing people before. He's recovered from those breakups and moved on. But losing you? He's not sure he could survive that.

But so far, you're still here. And each day you stay makes the prospect of you leaving all the more unbearable.

[thanatika]

The Bachelor's Pharmacy

I made a list of all of the metabolism-affecting consumables I could find in the Quarantine game files. @humancork was asking to see this, but I'll put it in the tag in case anyone else wants to see.

Stimulants (Increase Mania/Decrease Apathy):

Camphor Stimulant, a rubefacient. Causes irritation, just like everything in this damned place.

Coffee   Coffee is imported from overseas, so I must conserve my supply. Besides, the delivery of goods to the town is delayed, so the price of coffee can be outrageous. Addictive, with each use, the effect becomes weaker.

Adrenaline (Called "Stimpack" in game files) A hormone produced in the adrenal glands as a response to stress. When administered, it activates the body's fight or flight response. In my case, it increases running speed.

Strychnine A poison. Which is the same as medicine. Invigorating in small doses. Addictive. With each use, the effect becomes weaker.

Concentrated strychnine   The word repulsive doesn't even begin to describe its taste, especially in such a dosage, but it clears your mind like nothing else. You can't become addicted to it, even if you want to.

Tobacco It is believed that cigarettes have a calming effect, but in fact nicotine is a stimulant. Addictive. With each use, the effect becomes weaker.

Taurine Taurine is extracted from ox bile—perfectly fitting for a town built on bulls. It stimulates the nervous system and supports energy processes in the body.

Depressants (Increase Apathy/Decrease Mania):

Bromide Increases inhibition in the cerebral cortex. In other words, dulls the brain. Sometimes that's exactly what I need.

Etorphine A powerful analgesic. An overdose can lead to sudden feebleness or even death.

Morphine Relieves any pain, both physical and mental. In return, it asks only for your sharpness of thought. Many people take that deal. Addictive. With each use, the effect becomes weaker.

Refined morphine   Strong, robust. Each time it hits you like the first one. However, it's very rare. Use with caution to avoid overdose.

Valerian extract   Sedative. Sometimes even Bachelor Dankovsky drinks valerian extract, just like his grandmother used to.   [Alt: Sedative. Can't go wrong with valerian.]

Other:

 Dankovsky's special (Called "BachelorBrew" in game files, lol) A remedy I made myself. When administered, it allows the body to postpone any current pain and spread it out over time for approximately [Y] seconds. Unlike morphine, this drug doesn’t inhibit the psyche or cause apathy.

Makeshift tonic pill (Called "Craft_Pill_Apat" in game files) Partially mitigates the negative effects of apathy. Effectiveness unknown.

Makeshift stress relief pill (Called "Craft_Pill_Psycho" in game files) Partially mitigates the negative effects of stress. Effectiveness unknown.

Twyrine (Called "Tvirin" in game files, no description)

Swevery extract Serves as a natural tonic. It would be good to cultivate the local herbs...

White Whip toxin The White Whip an endemic species of the Gorhon Steppes. Contains a poison that, in its pure form, is lethal. There have been known cases of murders involving its use.

[sagittariusmarz]

How your future spouse will view you (pac)

Pile 1

They will view you as someone who’s always changing or always finding a way to upgrade their life or their looks, they will view you as someone who’s great at communicating or someone who talks a lot. They will view you as someone they take very seriously and you’re very mature. They will view you as someone who’s opinionated and you may have a loud voice, they will view you as someone who has great ideas or as someone who’s always thinking. They will view you as smart and someone who absorbs information fast or you like to learn, they will view you as cute and they think you may get underestimated because of your looks but they learned not to judge a book by its cover. They view you as someone who has a sharp tongue/witty, they think you’re defensive or very protective of yourself and the people care about. Signs- Virgo/gemini, cancer or Aquarius in 7th house. Initials- N, A, R, X

Pile 2

I see that they view you as someone who’s very physically active or you like to do outdoor activities, they view you as someone who likes to take care of their body/health. They view you as someone they can trust or they know a lot of people see you as trustworthy. They think you’re good at keeping secrets, sometimes they think you’re secretive. They view you as adventurous and as someone who persevered through any challenge they come across, they view you as determined and hardworking. They view you as someone who is special and spontaneous, they think you’re lucky and you always get the rarest opportunities or you always find unique things to do. They view you as someone who’s one in a million and that there’s nobody else like you. They view you as someone who’s kind, brave and optimistic. They view you as someone who can be stubborn and as someone who’s good at solving problems, they view you as someone with big dreams. Signs- Pisces/capricorn, Libra in 5th house/pisces in 1st house. Initials- T, O, W

Pile 3

They view you as someone who likes to have fun and be social, they view you as a good dancer and someone who’s the life of the party. They view you as someone who can be moody sometimes, they view you as someone who’s rare and unique. They view you as strong and resilient, they view you as someone who’s easy to get along with and they think you can make friends with almost anyone. They view you as a good friend, they view you as someone who likes to travel or take vacations. They view you as someone who’s competitive and doesn’t like to lose, they view you as fun to be around. They view you as someone who’s changed a lot or your always changing, they view you as someone who’s doesn’t let obstacles stop them from getting what they want. They view you as divine or as someone who’s trusting of divine timing, they view you as patient. They view you as someone who likes to be outside or as someone who likes warm weather. Signs- Capricorn/Pisces, Sagittarius or Capricorn in 4th house. Initials- Z, U, M, E, J

Personal readings always available

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[222strawberries]

WHAT A WEIGHT PLATEAU REALLY IS

a weight plateau happens due to metabolic adaptation; where you have been in a calorie deficit or doing extreme diets for months without breaks and your weight isn't going anywhere. this is your body's way of protecting you or conserving energy.

a weight plateau is not rare and can happen at any time, especially once your body adapts to a certain intake. but, if you are truly in a calorie deficit, you will lose fat even if the scale shows that you're maintaining your weight.

metabolic adaptation is only a temporary response, if you follow the things down below, you'll most likely see a change and your metabolism will start to improve (with time) !!!

some things you should check if you suspect you might've hit a plateau:

✿ your water intake ❀ some people confuse a weight plateau with water retention. it is EXTREMELY important to note that water retention CAN cause the scale to maintain and can cause you to look "bulky" or "fat". make sure you're staying hydrated and drinking at least 2-4 bottles of water daily !!! i promise there will be a major difference.

✿ start tracking your calories for a few days (if you haven't been doing that already) ❀ this one is obvious. but sometimes we're prone to underestimating our meals or forgetting things we've eaten throughout the day. sometimes it's just out of plain embarrassment, where we're too ashamed to write it down. but it is super important to document everything you've eaten, especially if it's to see if you're truly in a plateau or if it's just miscalculations. if you're not into calorie counting, then portion control can be a good alternative.

✿ start exercising ❀ it doesn't have to be anything extreme, just moving your body might help. it doesn't matter if you get 4k steps or do a 10 minute video, all movement is good movement and might help break your plateau.

✿ while on the topic of exercise, make sure the exercises that you're doing aren't causing muscle gain. ❀ i have pcos and it doesn't help that due to my genetics, i tend to build muscle extremely easily as well. when i do exercises like cycling or leg pilates or any exercise in general that engages one point of muscles too much, they start to appear bulky after a few days and the scale ends up maintaining or going up. i've learned that just walking at a moderate pace is what works best for me and ever since i stopped cycling, the scale started dropping and i've gotten skinnier. with that being said, find out if your exercises are the reason for the scale maintaining, pay close attention to measurements and/or before and after photos, and check for symptoms of pcos if you suspect you have it!

✿ if none of these are the culprit, then it's definitely time for a metabolism/refeed day (or week... or month) ❀ eat somewhere close to your maintenance (TDEE) for a few days and then after some time you can start restricting again… that way your weight on the scale will start dropping.

❀ if you want to avoid these plateaus in the future, it's important to implement at least 1 or 2 metabolism days a week AND follow everything that i mentioned before !!

❀ it should be noted that you do not have to have metabolism days, sometimes they work and sometimes they don't. it honestly just depends on the person. like for me, i've stayed around the same calorie intake since december 2024. i was steadily losing weight until one day the scale kept maintaining in february 2025 despite doing my workouts and being in my deficit. it was only until i started upping my water intake is when the scale started dropping again. i barely had to do any refeed days. however, this isn't guaranteed to work for another person. it all just depends on how your body reacts so do whatever works best for your body ♡

[that-sudsy]

Task Force 141 and their preferences in sleeping positions and nightmares.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Ghost usually sleeps on his side, facing away from you. He likes to keep a bit of distance but still appreciates your presence.He has nightmares occasionally, often about his past and the people he’s lost. They can leave him feeling restless. When he wakes up in the middle of the night you softly stroke his arm and let him know you’re there. Sometimes, you’ll talk about lighter topics or share a funny story to distract him. Simon sometimes deny that hes shaking you held his hand as you kiss his shoulders telling him it's okay.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz prefers to sleep on his back with his arms behind his head. He finds it relaxing and enjoys the feeling of openness.He rarely has nightmares, but when he does, they tend to be more about the stress of missions than anything else. If he wakes up from a nightmare, you’ll often find him needing a moment to breathe. You sit up with him, offering water and talking about anything to help him refocus.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Soap prefers to sleep on his chest, often burying his face into the pillow. He feels more secure that way and finds it comforting.He experiences nightmares frequently, often related to past missions, sometimes guilt. They can be intense, causing him to wake up in a cold sweat.You often find him partially on top of you, seeking your warmth and comfort. When he wakes from a nightmare, you gently rub his back and whisper reassuring words, reminding him he’s safe. You cling on him telling him he's okay hes safe Your presence helps ground him but sometimes his nightmares are bad leaving him involuntary shaking so you give him a shot of scotch.

Captain John Price

Price sleeps on his side, often curled up slightly. He likes to feel secure and prefers to have you close. He has nightmares occasionally, usually about the weight of leadership and the lives lost under his command.When he wakes up, you hold him close, letting him feel your heartbeat. You remind him of the good he’s done and the lives he’s saved, helping him find peace.

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro sleeps on his back, often with one arm draped over you. He enjoys the closeness and feels safe that way. He has nightmares from time to time, often related to the violence he’s witnessed or sometimes paranoia related They can leave him feeling anxious. You talk to him softly, reminding him of the present and the love you share. Sometimes, you’ll play soft music to help soothe him back to sleep.

Rodolfo Parra

Rudy likes to sleep on his side, facing you. He enjoys intimacy and feels comforted by your presence. He likes to watch your chest rise and fall as you sleepHe has nightmares occasionally, often about his past experiences in combat. They can be jarring. When he wakes up, you hold him tightly and encourage him to talk about it. You remind him that he’s not alone and that you’re there to support him.

Phillip Graves

Graves prefers to sleep on his back, arms crossed over his chest. He likes to feel in control, even while sleeping.

He has nightmares more frequently, but when they do occur, they can be quite vivid and unsettling. He feels guilty for the things he'd done and feeling that he isn't a good leader despite being very protective to his Shadow Co. When he wakes up, you offer a steady presence, allowing him to vent if he needs to. You’ll often make him a cup of tea or sometimes if he's shaking a shot of whiskey and sit with him until he feels more at ease.

Let me know what prefrence you wanna see next!

REQUEST: OPEN MASTERLIST

[sunrisecaminus]

Requesting a tfp scenario where team prime finds reader and Ultra Magnus being affectionate in public for the first time. They're sitting down, cuddled up together when she shows him a drawing on a datapad she's working on. Upon realizing they're being watched she just looks up and asks if they need something.

The reader arrived with him and appears more laidback, but the Wreckers considered her Magnus's unofficial SIC because she was often in the background, quietly making sure that orders were carried out. She's called Magnus her partner occasionally when he wasn't around, but the team wasn't sure if she meant it romantically or not because her tone's hard to read.

The pair never meant to hide it or anything, they're just very chill about their relationship and kind of forgot to tell them.

Sorry it took a bit to make another post. I have been so tired from work and full-time college at the same time. Please understand that if your request takes a bit longer than you hoped, I promise it will most likely come your way. I rarely deny requests (especially if the requestion is not super specific, which means I have an open freedom of creativity to put more into the fic.) This request was perfect and honestly super cute, I had to write about it.

Ultra Magnus x Cybertronian Reader

Summary - Everyone at the Autobot base reacts to you and Magnus being conjunx.

Warning - Public Affection

Both of you were having the time of your lives. Going on missions together, talking alone and not having Wheeljack interrupt y'all. It the was of the best weeks you guys have had in a while. Ultra Magnus and you have been dating since before the war and you guess it just has never been said to the others how in love you two were. Sometimes you hear people saying things about how "Ultra Magnus is single for a reason" and it makes you giggle from what they don't know. You kiss him every morning, and he gets flustered every time. He cherishes you and thinks about you every waking moment he has. He praises primus for keeping you alive all this time, knowing how low of a chance it was for any of his friends to survive. He thanks everyday for you being able to sleep with him in his birth room and not be injured in Medbay.

Ultra Magnus was doing some paperwork in base, ready to go back into Medbay to hand it over to Ratchet. He has thought about where he was now and honestly, he doesn't mind it too much. Earth has been so pretty yet delicate, making him motivated to help Optimus during every Decepticon attack. The humans are a bit weird and chaotic, but some seem to have a mature personality, no matter how young they seem to be for Cybertronians. The oldest he has met was Fowler, and even his age would be newborn age for Ultra Magnus. He is surprised these things can die so early, yet that doesn't give them the right to leave them unprotected. Their world is in danger, and they need to help these fleshlings from going extinct. You, his conjunx, think the very same. Having become friends with most of the humans in the base has helped you grow more empathetic towards them. You persuaded Magnus to care more than he did the first time he landed on the planet and he doesn't regret one bit listening to you.

You see him in the hallway and before he goes to grab Ratchet, you grab his chassis and shove him against the wall. "Where do you think your going?" You giggle with evil intent as you lay your head on his chest. Magnus's frame gets a bit hotter as his cheeks flare up. You do this a lot when y'all are alone, and goodness does he want you to do it privately. Now a days he does not mind it, knowing you both have been conjunx for over four million years. He pets you on the helm and try to keep his posture while being pinned against the wall. "W-well, I was going to give my work to Ratchet…until I got rudely interrupted." You give him a smile and kiss him on the cheek. "Well after you do that why don't we have lunch? Me and Optimus just came back with enough energon for everyone. We should be ok for another week."

…

Ultra Magnus was sitting down in the main room of the base, a drink in his hand, waiting for you to come back after taking a small bath in the lake. It was gross knowing that everyone couldn't have clean cybertronian showers, but it had to do. You dry yourself and walk over to see him waiting for you. The smirk you gave him, throwing your leg around to sit on his lap. His face was fully flushed as he hesitantly places his servo on your leg to rest. You lean yourself on his chassis again and was ready to take a nap. The warmth he brought to your frame was the best thing today. Everything was just so nice, not wanting to remember the war that you both have went through for the past 4 million years.

Holding him tightly was the only thing you can think of doing, until you hear a small gasp. "What?" You turn to see Miko wide eyeing you both. Ultra Magnus was shocked to see her and realized she was now just a ticking time bomb now to tell everyone. You smile at her and lift your head up just a bit. "Good evening child, what are you doing here? Aren't you suppose to be in school?" Miko ignored everything you said and looked behind herself than back at you. "You're dating?!" Ultra was about to speak up about how inappropriate that question was, but you just nod in agreement. "Yes, Magnus is what I call my conjunx. We have bonded together to love each other for the rest of our lives." You didn't know humans had this kind of stuff so you try to explain it as best as you could to a teenager like her. You have been told multiple times that she was one of the more immature ones of the group. Speaking of, she has seemed to run off squealing for Bulkhead and Wheeljack. Even they didn't know about it and rushed over to see y'all snuggling. Wheeljack was dying of laughter and Bulkhead scratched his helm in confusion. "I don't get it. Magnus is one of the most closed off mechs I have met in my life. How did you get him to see you, y/n?" The question was reasonable to Bulkhead and the others, knowing Magnus as a strict no it all. For you, the question was funny from start to finish, knowing that you grabbed his attention with ease from how good you preform on missions.

Miko ran to go tell more and Ratchet seemed surprised at first, knowing conjunx was a very rare thing in Cybertronians and especially when the war has lasted this long. Optimus just congratulated his general for the loving relationship he had with you. Arcee could not freaking believe it like the kids, and Bumblebee was just as happy as a b-…a bee. Magnus didn't care too much that it came out, he just hated that Miko was the one out of the whole group to figure it out. You were open to answer any of their questions about how you met, what it was like at first, and how you both worked it out when the war began. It was a nice refresher to remember the old times anyway, you liked to think about those times when you both were so young. Magnus the whole time was quiet, only saying a few facts that you left out here and there. Everyone's attention was grabbed onto you, so they don't see him wrapping his arm around your waist. Magnus really just wanted alone time with you, which you motion to him that you promise to cuddle with him tonight…but right now your friends has many important questions to help understand the love that was just acknowledged in the room.

[writhyv]

⋆｡°✩ the eyes, they never lie

he was only supposed to be gathering ashwinder eggs with you, but why does he keep catching feelings for you instead?

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ pairing — sim jaeyun x reader

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ tags — fluff, hogwarts legacy au, any hogwarts house reader, jake x reader, jake has been developing this silent crush with you for a long while now since you've been in school, sorta loser!jake

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ warning + notes — anybody deathly afraid of spiders dni! not too much but it does say acromantulas so be warned asfjhfja, also if this goes well, should i start a series? def game for hogwarts enha typa beat

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ word count — 1.8k

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ looking for my main masterlist? — here's the legacy one!

GET THOSE ASHWINDER EGGS BEFORE SHARP FINDS OUT!!

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The fire in the Gryffindor common room crackled with a warm tune to your ears as Jake flopped onto the sofa beside you, his parchment unfurling with a dramatic fwip. His notes were less understandable handwriting and more chaotic hieroglyphics.

A quote underlined three times, accompanied by a doodle of a serpent breathing fire onto what might’ve been Professor Sharp’s face.

You smirked. “You know, if Sharp sees that, he’ll assign you to scrub the entire owlery. With a toothbrush.”

Jake groaned, flopping his head and relaxing his back onto your side. “He’ll kill me if I don’t fix this potion. You saw the Draught of Living Death. It tried to strangle Garreth!”

“It was just being affectionate,” you said, plucking a Chocolate Frog from the table. “Like a ... say a very aggressive kneazle.”

He snorted, but his grin faded as he stared at the map of the Forbidden Forest. “I've changed my mind! I can just … I dunno, transfigure a chicken egg and hope Sharp doesn’t notice.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I thought you aced all Magical Studies? Drenching an egg in orange paint isn't such a smart idea.”

“But ... Acromantulas!”

“Ah, so that’s why you invited me,” you said, tossing the Frog wrapper into the air and igniting it into oblivion in a whip of your wand. “Bait.”

Jake’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “No! I just—you’re good at… y’know. The thinking part. And the not-dying part.”

“Flatterer.”

He nudged your knee with his, his smile returning. “C’mon. It’ll be like that time we stole the pumpkin pastries from the kitchens. Except with more… legs.”

You sighed, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. Jake had always been like this—reckless, bright, and so alive it hurt to look at him sometimes.

The forest was a cathedral of shadows, its canopy blotting out the stars. Jake’s Lumos charm trembled in his hand, casting shaky light over the gnarled roots and moss-stained stones. You walked shoulder-to-shoulder, close enough to feel the heat of his arm through his robes.

“Damp spots, right?” you muttered, stepping over a creek swollen with rainwater. “Ashwinders nest near—”

A twig snapped.

Both of you froze. Jake’s wand jerked toward the sound, his breath shallow. “P-probably just a bowtruckle,” he whispered.

“Bowtruckles don’t weigh 200 pounds,” you said, slowly reaching for your wand.

The clicking started first—a wet, rhythmic sound that made your skin crawl. Then the eyes appeared: eight glowing orbs in the dark, followed by the hulking silhouette of an Acromantula.

“W-what do we do?” Jake huffed, looking at you as if waiting for your cue.

You could see the flicker of fear in his eyes, a vulnerability that Jake rarely showed. He often tried to act tough and casual, but in moments like this, it was clear how much he relied on your presence. And you were determined to protect him, no matter what.

The spiders herded you into a clearing, their legs weaving through the underbrush with predatory precision. The largest one lunged first, fangs glistening with dangerous venom.

“We’ll face them together,” you assured him, trying to instill some confidence.

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In a whim, Jake reacted on instinct.

“Incendio!”

The fireball hit its face, and the creature recoiled with a shriek. With a bit of your help, you shouted a Stunning Spell, but the spider dodged, its leg slicing the air where his head had been.

“Jake, duck!”

He dropped. With a quick flick, you casted a Cutting Curse that severed the spider’s leg, black blood splattering the area. The Acromantula collapsed, thrashing, but two more surged forward.

“Circle!” you barked, grabbing Jake’s arm and pulling him back-to-back with you.

“W-what?”

“They’re ambush predators—they’ll come at us from all sides. Watch the flanks!”

Jake nodded, his jaw set. You felt him tremble, but his voice steadied. “Stupefy!”

The spell hit a spider mid-leap, knocking it into a tree. Another skittered toward you, mandibles snapping. You pivoted, slashing your wand. “Diffindo!”

The spider’s leg flew off, but a third slammed into you from behind. Your wand skidded into the shadows.

“No—!”

“Hey!” Jake roared, hurling a rock at the Acromantula. “Argghhh ... Eat this, you big ugly balls of lint!!!”

The spider hissed, charging him. Jake scrambled backward, tripping over a stumped root.

You dove for your wand, taking charge with a quick aim. “Arresto Momentum!”

The freezing charm hit the Acromantula mid-pounce. It hung in the air, frozen, venom dripping from its fangs.

“Depulso!”

The Banishing Charm sent it crashing into its kin. You hauled Jake to his feet, his hand clammy in yours.

“You okay?”

He nodded, breathless. “Y-you just… you’re insane.”

“You striked first, dummy.” You said, grinning. "I had to cover your ass."

"Touche.." He said, panting heavily as his tongue slipped out from his mouth.

Suddenly, spider silk was whipping past your ears. The ground sloped sharply, and your leather shoe caught on a rock. As he saw you, Jake lent you his strong arm, but the unstoppable momentum dragged you both down the embankment.

With a cushioned thump, you landed hard. On top of him.

His breath hitched. Your knee was wedged between his thighs, your hands braced on either side of his head. His face was inches from yours, flushed pink and speckled with dirt. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to the hitch in his breath, the way his eyes flicked to your lips.

“I uhh… I-... Uh…” he stammered. He fucking did. Of course he did. Jake sighed in his own head.

You quickly rolled off him, ignoring the racing warmth that pooled in your chest. “They’re still coming. We need to—”

In a flash, a shining hue of blue cut through the gloom. Butterflies—dozens of them—danced in the air, their wings shimmering like fractured stained glass.

"Look!" You smiled, reaching candidly as you saw more of the flying critters. "Butterflies!"

Jake stared. “Are they safe?”

“Safer than the eight-legged dinner party behind us.”

Propping up gently from the ground, you stuck out your hand to help Jake. With your touch brushing upon his otherwise dirty palm, Jake's cheek glowed with a warm flush.

“Thanks.” he acknowledged you softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

As you followed the butterflies, a comfortable silence settled between you. The darkness of the forest faded, and the gentle glow of the butterflies illuminated your path. You felt a sense of calm as you walked side by side, the tension from the encounter with the Acromantulas slowly dissipating.

“You know,” Jake said, breaking the silence, “I’ve always thought the forest was kind of magical, even with all the creepy crawlies.”

You chuckled softly. “Well, it has its charm—especially when you’re not being chased by giant spiders.”

Jake’s expression shifted, and he looked at you with a hint of seriousness. “I mean it, though. I don’t think I’d want to be here with anyone else. You always know what to do. It’s like… you've always got everything under control.”

“Keeping you alive is my life motto.” you replied, a teasing smile on your lips. But deep down, his words warmed your heart. You appreciated the way he recognized your strengths, and it made you wonder if he saw you in a different light than just a friend.

The butterflies led you uphill, away from the clicking horde and the gloomy forest that had kept you entertained.

And for sure, he did. He really did. Awkwardly so but he does.

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When you finally stumbled into open air, the view stole your breath.

Hogwarts Castle rose in the distance, its windows glittering like scattered stars. The Black Lake mirrored the sky, smooth and endless, and the valley below bloomed with wildflowers even in the dark. It was like standing inside a painting.

“It's already nighttime...” You stretched your limbs as you stood up, watching over all the marvels you could find with your naked eye. “The stars are really out tonight.”

Jake slumped against a boulder, clutching his side. “Merlin’s pants… I think I swallowed a spider.”

“Only one?” You sat beside him, close enough that your shoulders grazed at that moment.

He laughed weakly. The sound faded as he turned to you, his gaze lingering.

When was it that he was truly enamored by the sight of you? When you entered Hogwarts so late in your years that you had caught almost everyone's attention? When you won the Quidditch match and had him cheering for you no matter what? Or when you successfully defended the castle from the invasion of Goblins not long ago?

When was it that he started looking fondly at you, dreaming of seeing your face without ever feeling weird about it?

Seeing your lashes and how they flowed and complimented the shape of your eyes, Jake could never get used to how ethereal you looked when he saw you first thing in the morning.

The bridge and tip of your nose, inches finer and sharper every time he took an almost sinful gaze upon your natural beauty. It was always breathtaking, as you could imagine.

And even glancing down at your lips, and how red they were, Jake could never refuse to imagine his own lips caressing yours in an intimate way. It was just as if he wanted to melt on top of you right then and there.

He wanted to feel your warmth so badly, but who was he for you, for him to have the luxury of having those thoughts of you?

And who's to say you didn't notice it too? He surely wasn't slick with it, as much as he wanted to be.

You’d caught him staring before—in the library, during Quidditch matches, that time you’d rolled up your sleeves in Potions, and even how he stopped breathing at the sight of you being so close to him earlier in the Forbidden Forest—but never like this. Never so quiet.

The silence stretched. Jake’s eyes never really strayed away from your lips.

“What?” you said.

He jerked back. “Nothing! I—I wasn’t—I mean, your face is just… really…” He flailed, gesturing vaguely. “Symmetrical?”

You raised an eyebrow, looking straight into his eyes. Jake could feel your judgment, but also your inquisitiveness.

Sometimes, you were just too good at guessing what he thought. It was as if his body was made of glass, see-through and transparent in front of you.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, covering his face. “I’m… concussed.”

“You’re not concussed, Jake."

“I could be.”

You smirked, leaning back on your hands.

As you grew quiet, you continued to admire the place that surrounded you. The valley sprawled beneath you, beautiful and strange. Hogwarts felt like a dream you couldn't ever imagine living in.

Jake’s voice softened. “Thanks. For saving my arse back there.”

“Anytime.”

“Even if I’m… y’know.” He gestured to himself. “A mess.”

You glanced at him. His hair was full of leaves, his robes torn, but his smile—small and hopeful—made your chest tighten.

With the smallest step between you and Jake, you took care of the leaves stuck on his hair and ruffled it then. With yet more warmth than ever, Jake felt a rush of dopamine crawling up his spine.

“Especially then,” you said with a simple smile.

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When you finally crept back into the castle, Filch’s shouts echoing somewhere distant, Jake nudged you with his elbow.

“Same time next week?”

“Only if you bring better snacks.”

He grinned, bright as the sunrise. “Deal.”

A smile crept across your face as you thought of going out again.

Maybe, you'll let this play a bit longer. After all, it is pure fun to see Jake unravel minute by minute.

EN—D

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✦⋆˚ kai's notes — aahhhh!! i really wanted to write enha in hogwarts for so long and now iget to actually write them! hopefully yall like ittttt~

my masterlist! | made by writhyv 💘

[gulicore]

۶ৎ bf!2hollis headcanons [sfw & nsfw]

AN: this is hella corny but oh well!

SFW

- he’s the person who would fall for someone he already knows for some time.

- that’s how after some months of knowing you, he finally confessed his feelings towards you , after making sure you have feeling for him too, and you started dating.

- at first, he soft launches your relationship with an instagram story of you hugging him, covering your face with your hand.

- but as time passes, you start feeling more comfortable with showing your face to his fans.

- he absolutely loves taking you on small, intimate dates—nothing too flashy, just the kind that feels warm and effortless.

- whether it’s catching a late-night movie with his arm draped lazily over your shoulders or singing (and sometimes shouting) his favorite songs at a tiny karaoke bar.

- at shows or public events, he always keeps you close, an arm draped casually but protectively around your waist.

- If someone tries to flirt or get too close, he just pulls you even closer, kissing the top of your head to make it clear who owns his heart.

- on those rare, quiet nights when it’s just you two in the dark, he lets his guard down completely.

- talking about his dreams, the places he wants to take you, the life he wants to build together, and how he never thought he could love someone this much.

- He pulls you close, promising that no matter where his career goes, you’ll always come first.

- he loves playing video games with you. he has a secret a minecraft world dedicated to you.

- when he’s on tour and can’t sleep, he calls just to hear your voice. sometimes he doesn’t even say much—just listens to your breathing or your sleepy murmurs.

- sometimes he just drives with you beside him, windows down, city lights flashing by, and his favorite tracks playing low.

- he loves how your laughter fills the car and how the city feels like it belongs just to the two of you.

- most of his songs are about you, though he doesn’t admit it sometimes.

- It’s almost second nature by now, every melody, every lyric seems to find its way back to you. you’re his muse.

- he would never cheat on you, he’s not the cheater type anyway. he never looks at other girls, he only has eyes for you.

- he absolutely loves spoiling you. honestly, it’s one of his favorite things to do.

- whether it’s a random tuesday or a special occasion, he’s always surprising you with gifts. sometimes it’s designer clothes that he swears would look perfect on you, and other times it’s jewelry that glimmers just right when the light hits it.

- “nothing is too good for my girl”

- he also bought matching bracelets for both of you on your birthday

- sometimes he gets quiet and just holds you a little tighter, worried about losing the one person who makes him feel complete.

- the adrenaline from performing leaves him hyped up and restless, and the second he sees you backstage, he’s pulling you into his arms, kissing you with an intensity that shows just how much he missed you.

- he never leaves without giving you a long, lingering kiss, promising to come back to you as soon as he can, no matter how busy his schedule gets.

NSFW

- he loves teasing you when you’re out together—whispering suggestive things in your ear when no one’s watching, just to see your cheeks flush.

- his hand never leaves your waist, and he makes sure you know exactly what’s on his mind without saying too much.

- after a long night out, when you’ve been teasing him with flirty glances and subtle touches, he barely makes it through the door before he’s on you

- pinning you against the wall, his mouth hot and needy as he mutters how he’s been dying to get his hands on you all night.

- Sometimes he’ll call you when he’s on tour, his voice low and gravelly as he asks exactly what you’re wearing and what you’re doing.

- He’ll describe in vivid detail what he wants to do to you when he gets home, loving the way your voice shakes trying to keep up with his filthy words.

- “i miss you, baby, can’t wait to fuck your pretty pussy when i get back”

- he knows how much you love his voice, so sometimes he records little snippets of him jerking off and sends them to you when you’re horny.

- he loves picking out clothes for you, but sometimes his choices are deliberately a bit too revealing.

- When you question it, he just smirks and says, “I like knowing everyone’s looking at you but I’m the only one who gets to touch.”

- he loves leaving little marks on your neck or collarbone—nothing too obvious, but just enough that you know it’s there.

- when you catch him glancing at it with that smug, satisfied smile, you know he did it on purpose.

- he has a habit of sliding his hands up your thighs under the table at restaurants, his fingers teasing dangerously close to your panties while keeping up a casual conversation as if nothing’s happening.

- sometimes, when you visit him at the studio, he’ll pull you onto his lap mid-session, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he grinds his hard dick on your clothed pussy.

- he’ll mumble something about how you’re too much of a distraction, but he doesn’t stop, loving the way you whine in his ear, as your panties become wetter and wetter.

- he’ll trail his lips along your neck, whispering how good you sound when you’re desperate for him.

- even if he’s sweet during sex most of the time, he loves seeing you completely overwhelmed and he gets off on telling you exactly what to do.

- guiding your hands over his body, making you say his name the way he likes, guiding your movements with a firm hand and a low, commanding tone.

- the way you obey without question drives him wild, and he makes sure to reward you thoroughly for being so good for him.

- “look at me, princess, i wanna see how good i make you feel”

- sometimes he’ll catch you while you’re doing something mundane—washing dishes, fixing your hair—and suddenly you’re pressed against the counter, his hands wandering as he kisses down your neck, his voice is low and soft.

- “can’t help myself when you look so good.”

- he’s a master at teasing. taking you right to the edge and then pulling out of your dripping hole just to hear you beg for it.

- “you can take a little more for me, can’t you?”

- he loves it when you’re on top, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls your pussy down onto his mouth, eating you out.

- He’ll hold you there, completely in control despite being underneath, groaning against you as he makes sure you fall apart over and over.

- he loves bending you over in front of a mirror, making you watch as he takes you from behind.

- he’ll lock eyes with you through the reflection, grabbing and smacking your ass, as he whispers how gorgeous you look all messed up just for him.

- he has a habit of wrapping his hand tightly around your throat—not enough to hurt, just enough to make your breath hitch and your pulse race.

- he loves how you struggle to speak as he smirks down at you.

- he loves finishing on your stomach or thighs, admiring how it glistens on your skin before kissing you softly.

- when he’s feeling possessive, he’ll cum in you or on your chest, smirking as he traces the mess with his dingers.

- on especially rough nights—like after a show—he loves finishing on your face, groaning at how good you look covered in him before pulling you into a deep, heated kiss.

- as intense as he gets, he’s just as gentle afterward. cleaning you up, kissing your forehead, and whispering soft reassurances.

[yoshhii]

HUSBAND HEADCANONS— mha

𓉸ྀི it’s been a while since i last watched mha so sorry if i miss anyone!

⋆₊ ♱ Bubbly Husband

— wakes you up every morning with a big smile and a cheerful “good morning, love!”

— plans fun dates, even if it’s just a picnic in the living room with fairy lights and your favorite snacks

— will randomly spin you around in the kitchen while you’re cooking together

— talks a lot and sometimes doesn’t realize he’s rambling, but his excitement is contagious

— always hypes you up, whether you’re trying a new outfit or just doing chores, “just look at you! you’re amazing!”

— sends you cute texts throughout the day, usually with tons of emojis

— tends to be over-the-top affectionate, constantly hugging, kissing your cheek, or playing with your hands

mirio, midoriya, kirishima, sero, inasa, present mic

⋆₊ ♱ Calm Husband

— he’s type to wake up before you and just lay there, watching you with a soft smile before gently kissing your forehead

— his presence is comforting. no matter what kind of day you’ve had, he makes it better just by being there

— he may not be overly affectionate, but he’ll let you hold on to his arm when you’re out together

— he is a listener and prefers if you did all the talking, however he doesn’t mind going into a detailed explanation if you were to ask him something (sometimes though)

— loves quiet nights in, wether it’s reading together, watching a movie, or just sitting in comfortable silence

— rarely raises his voice, but when he does, it’s always to protect you

— when you’re upset, he doesn’t overwhelm you with words, he just pulls you into his arms and lets you vent or cry if you need to

— the type to buy you something useful instead of flowers, like a weighted blanket because he noticed you sleep better with one, but doesn’t mind buying them if you asked

— when he’s tired, he’ll just wrap an arm around you and bury his face in your neck

— the kind of guy who remembers all the small details about you and surprises you with things he knows you’ll love

Iida, todoroki, tokoyami, kurogiri, kai chisaki (overhaul), mr. compress

⋆₊ ♱ Flirty Husband

— never stops flirting with you, even after years of marriage, “marrying me was the best decision of your life, wasn’t it, sweetheart?”

— calls you pet names all the time: darling, babe, love, gorgeous, even embarrassing ones just to see you blush

— loves teasing you, whether it’s playful remarks or sneaky touches when no one’s looking

— whispers things in your ear just to see you get flustered in public

— will always show at least some form of pda, wether it’s holding your hand, kissing you, or wrapping an arm around you

— absolutely loves winking at you from across the room, does this at least twice a day

— somehow always finds a way to make even the most mundane conversations into something suggestive

— if you’re on the phone with him, he’ll say something flirty right before hanging up just to leave you blushing

— serenades you dramatically, even in public, and does not care if people stare, they’re just strangers and it’s not like you’re going to see them again anyways

— will absolutely say, “well, well, well, if it isn’t my stunning spouse,” every time you walk into the room

— loves pulling you close when you’re talking and staring at you like you’re the most captivating thing in the world

denki, hawks, dabi, twice

⋆₊ ♱ Tsundere Husband

— acts like he doesn’t care but will do the most thoughtful things for you behind your back

— complains about your clinginess but lowkey gets annoyed when you’re not giving him attention

— when you’re sad, he won’t say much, but he’ll bring you your favorite snack and just sit next to you, subtly nudging you to lean on him

— gets embarrassed when you’re affectionate in public but secretly loves it when you hold onto his sleeve or hand

— loves bickering with you over dumb things, your annoyed expression is adorable to him

— the type to “not care” when you ask for cuddles but pulls you closer when you try to move away

— “tch, why’d you forget your jacket? here, just take mine. it’s not like i care if you get sick or anything”

— gets flustered when you initiate affection but secretly lives for it

— huffs and pouts when you call him cute but gets mad if you stop

— the kind of husband who says “you’re so annoying” but will physically fight anyone who upsets you

— hates pda, but if he sees another guy looking at you for too long, he’ll suddenly be all over you

bakugo, monoma, + whoever you think fits

⋆₊ ♱ Introvert Husband

— prefers staying home with you rather than going out—his ideal date is ordering takeout and watching a movie under a blanket

— doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s always meaningful, he’s a deep thinker and values quality conversations over small talk

— will listen to you for hours even if he doesn’t respond much, he just loves hearing your voice

— social gatherings drain him quickly, so you often end up leaving early or finding a quiet corner to sit together

— shows his love through quiet acts of service, making your favorite breakfast, keeping your favorite blanket folded near the couch, or fixing something in the house without you asking

— loves subtle affection, he won’t initiate PDA often, but he will casually lace his fingers with yours when no one’s looking

— if you’re an extrovert, he’ll sit back and let you talk to everyone, only chiming in when necessary, if you’re also an introvert, he’s perfectly content existing in peaceful silence with you

— gets flustered if you compliment him too much but secretly loves it

— sometimes needs alone time to recharge but always reassures you it’s not because of you (it’s just how he is)

— prefers texting over phone calls and will send you a simple “i love you” text instead of a long, dramatic speech

shoji, shinso, tamaki, aizawa, shigaraki (except he’s careful with his fingers)

[scribbledghost]

Inhuman!II Headcanons

Note: Up next is our favorite Boba Eyes, II! I'm having a lot of fun with this series, hopefully you all are too!

General:

Primary inhuman ability is movement. He has the ability to move incredibly quickly when he wants to, which helps immensely during more intense songs.

Also has standard features aside from sharp canine teeth. They're long too - you can often see them poking out from between his lips.

The second oldest vessel behind Vessel himself, II is very well-versed with how Sleep (and by extension, the manor itself) tends to operate. He can commune with it just as well as Vessel can.

Very rarely speaks out loud; he much prefers to speak telepathically to anyone he needs to talk to. The rare exceptions are mostly when he's yelling at III to get down off of some surface he's definitely not supposed to be on.

Gets very into the musical rituals. All of them do, but being in charge of the beat and most of the rhythm, II takes things to another level. It's another time when he'll use his voice, even if just to scream after a really good drum solo.

Don't let him fool you, he's not above causing shenanigans. Also likes to climb up to places he's not supposed to be on, mostly to scare the hell out of Vessel as he passes by.

Can almost always be seen tapping a rhythm somewhere. Whether that be against his leg, on the table, or any other surface his hand is resting on, he's almost always drumming.

Reads a lot! About almost anything he can get his hands on. He just enjoys learning about things, whether that be music theory or physics.

Fluff:

He's quiet in his affections, but no less genuine. He's like a steady presence, much like the drums he plays. If you need a rock to lean on, he's your man.

The one most likely to ask you things akin to "have you eaten? drank enough water? wearing your jacket?" etc. He just wants to make sure you're taken care of.

Definitely likes to have you play his kit every once in a while. Whether you already know how or not, he likes sitting behind you and guiding your hands. You're the only one he does this for - his drums are off-limits to the other vessels and they know it. If any of them bring it up, II just shrugs it off and tells them you're the favorite.

Remember what I said above about II drumming all the time? He does it on you too. Against your arm, your stomach, etc., he's almost always tapping some sort of rhythm away on you when he's with you.

Likes recommending books to you!! He'll find one he particularly likes in the library and as soon as he's done he's heading over to you to make sure you read it later.

Really, really enjoys laying his head on your lap and having you pet his hair. It's the one sure-fire way to get him purring, as he starts doing it without really realizing it.

Sometimes, when neither of you can sleep, II will take you on a walk around the manor gardens. He'll tell you all about the strange plants that grow there, and how they came to be.

I think II also values quality time with you. The two of you don't have to necessarily be doing anything, he just likes to be around you. (He's like a cat in that way).

Smut (under the cut):

If you ever, ever ask him to go faster, you'd better be well aware of what you're asking for. II takes "fast" to a whole other level, both in his hands and his hips, depending on the situation.

Big on having you look him in the eye. Often will grab your jaw just to make sure you're looking at him while he takes you, like he's trying to memorize every facial expression you make (he is).

The quietest of the bunch, II doesn't tend to talk much during sex. The most he'll really do most of the time is various grunts and groans, but the way he grips you and sighs into your ear really tells you everything you need to know.

His favorite position is probably taking you from behind, though he does wish he could see your face. Best compromise is mirror sex, and it's something the two of you do quite often. It lets him have the perfect view.

Fairly middle-of-the-road as far as teasing goes; he likes drawing things out enough to make you beg, but he won't be too mean about it. Usually one "please" is enough for him to give you what you want.

A switch inside and out. Sometimes he just wants to take control, manhandle you a bit, and go fast and hard. Other times he wants you to take care of him and treat him right. He's not above asking for exactly what he wants, either.

Prone to sticking his fingers in your mouth, regardless of position. He can't explain why it turns him on so much, it simply does. If you happen to stare at him with a blissed-out expression while he's got a couple fingers on your tongue, he's a goner.

Likes to come on you, then take some of it on his finger and feed it to you. The sight alone is almost enough to make him ready for another round right away.

[multiheadcanons]

LETS TALK BATTLE STRATEGIES

scout: left flanker. his sole job is to occupy the spy whenever he catches him, and to never let up unless he is dead. this was a lot harder in the beginning. scout has since learned many of spy's dirty tricks to more effectively use them against the man. it is now a rare day that the red spy can just absolutely demolish scout, unless he is simply having a horrible day. their deaths are normally equal to each other, but when they aren't the "winner" will hold it over the other's head come the end of day.

soldier: roamer. a career opportunist, he will annihilate anything that is even remotely out of position with little care as to who it is. that is, when he's actually doing his job on the field. i digress. uses the freedom he has in his position on the field to go where he is most needed via rocket jump. the red team simply cannot afford to not look up if the soldier is on the field or they will die to him more than they want to admit. sometimes he will place himself on the front lines, but not for long. just long enough to take out the biggest threat.

pyro: permanently on the front lines. pyro will never leave the point, the payload, or whoever's carrying intel. they will stay exactly there and do everything they can to defend the team's standing until the time runs out. will only use the phlog if they know the doctor will be spread thin, otherwise they are a savant with the air blast and usually can't risk the team's success running a different flamethrower. normally, because pyro situates themselves on the front lines, the doctor is generous with the medigun for them, but pyro is always operating with the knowledge that the doctor will leave them to die if it gets too choppy on the front lines.

demo: demo will follow one of the two flankers as backup. he prefers to follow scout, because scout makes lovely bait to take out a solid chunk of the red team with. and it's like they forget this little trick every time they pull it. demo also enjoys tossing the bostonian a bomb or two to hit with his bat. he forgets how accurate the kid is with spheres. it's quite humorous in the moment, but the humor of it will pull him out of his focus and generally get him killed. but they won't get him again that way, because that's when he will go back spy up. and his only job for spy is to cause as big of a distraction as possible so spy can slip behind them and start racking up the bodies.

heavy: it is rare that you will find heavy not on the front lines, usually directly behind pyro and the doctor. as long as they are not having to concern themselves with intel, this trio's job is to stay directly on the point or directly beside the payload and push it as absolutely far as they can before they die. but, when he does die, and is having to make the grueling trip back to the point or the payload, if engineer didn't already move the teleporter in a more convenient location, then he will absolutely take out anyone on the enemy team who's getting a little too brave and a little too close to their spawn room. targets the red medic because he thinks it’s funny.

engineer: dell will never say he is an aggressive fighter, because that would make him a big fat liar. he will always be solidly located on the backlines, surrounded by his machines. and the spy hardly makes it that far back anymore to give him any real grief. however, the moment he gets too big for his britches that red spy is entirely too good at catching him off guard, and he ends up having to start from square one far too late into the round. he has learned that he will probably never be what the red team calls his counterpart-- a "battle engineer". frankly, he doesn't want to be, either.

medic: the doctor will always be sandwiched between his power classes, keeping them both alive for as long as possible, but not without getting his own damage in. takes damage output seriously when it comes to his quota. uses his patients’ bodies as cover to fire his own shots. confident in his melee ability, and cocky about his finesse. this does usually lead to him overestimating his own ability and getting caught where he shouldn’t be; and his team is never happy to have to get him out of dodge. the sheepish grin he offers is grating when he’s caught not doing his job.

sniper: there is not much variation in his job. he goes somewhere, preferably out of plain sight, he shoots the rifle, he tries not to die to the spook or a stray shot; and he takes out the enemy sniper when he’s becoming a nuisance to the team. all of these things been a lot easier since scout was put on spy duty, so now he feels like he can do what he’s meant to do— shoot moving targets from far away. and he’s never sure how this happens, but somehow he can and will attract half of his team to his exact location. it brings a lot of chaos to his immediate vicinity and he can’t focus, so he moves. and they follow. eventually he gives up.

spy: right flanker, but he will take an opportunity to sew chaos in the heat of the firefight. never stays in the heat of battle long, particularly when it comes to grabbing intelligence, which is where he feels his skills shine, but if he’s slipping by and a member of the red team isn’t paying attention… yeah he’ll get a quick backstab. grab a headshot where he can, let the team deal with the fallout as he continues to move. targets the red medic because he hates him. the doctor doesn’t leave the battlefield with his head attached very often if he’s a number on spy’s quota.

[f4ggydog]

could iiii persuade you to write something for stalker-ish/possessive shauna 🙏

omg yes sure this one is long overdue I’m afraid (IF I COULD MANAGE TIME WELL IT COULD BE DONE SOONER BUT WHATEVER)

anyways minors and dark content haters do not interact as usual

She’ll be watching you. Rest assured, she’ll always keep her eyes on you. When you fail an exam, Shauna will be the first to know. When a secret spills from your lips, Shauna is the first one in the know. When you come up with the world’s most incredible invention one day, Shauna’ll be the first to hear about it. And best believe she’ll be on her toes when you get a new partner.

The sabotage had been working flawlessly. The first step to good sabotage was learning information. Shauna may not look like an eavesdropper, but she heard everything that crossed through these halls. Her having her usefulness underestimated turned out to have a decent advantage.

You truly did get around. Sometimes it felt like you had a new crush every week. Then again, maybe you wouldn’t have them so frequently if Shauna could halt herself from messing with you. Nonsense. You were her number one priority.

It seemed dull and oddly simple, but the route Shauna took always provided her a lot of entertainment. And you a lot of tears. Well, it wasn’t even that complex.

Shauna would find out which person you had a crush on and write anonymous notes to them, leaving them by their lockers. Threatening notes, creepy notes, the types of notes you’d expect from a future serial killer. They’re scribbles with some harrowing messages, enough to chill anyone’s bones.

The recipients of the letters always got the message. Stay away from you if they don’t want to get hurt. And so they did that, avoiding you as much as possible to not fall victim to Shauna’s wrath. Not that they knew Shauna was the messenger regardless. With that, your crushes began avoiding you like you were the plague, and you never seemed to have a clue why.

That’s where Shauna would swoop in as the hero. Everyone was afraid to love you and be yours, but not her. Shauna wasn’t discouraged from speaking with you. You didn’t scare her. None of those messages would deter her from having a conversation with her most beloved person.

But the little things counted too. Shauna would park her car outside of your home, watching you from her seat. She had the perfect access to your bedroom window, just the right spot to watch you from afar. For now, she was content with watching you from a distance. But she’d be more than happy to have you up close some day.

For now though, she had other matters to handle. One boy wouldn’t back off of you, even after the threatening letters. Such was a rare occurrence, but Shauna knew how to handle it. He would soon learn that the threats in the letters were not for show.

(this feels like it could be expanded on so let me know if you want some more)

[w4nd3r3r123456]

Prompt: whumpee is heavily reliant on his glasses and is allowed to keep them during his captivity but during a fit of rage, whumper breaks them or breaks them as a punishment for something

(Sorry if it’s so specific I just rarely see glasses whump anywhere lol)

No need to apologize! Lemme know if i need to fix or elaborate on anything.

Whumpee had always tried his best to stay under the radar, to comply with every order, to be as hidden as possible in his captivity. But today, for reasons he couldn’t fully explain, he had felt the sharp sting of frustration. It had been building up for days—his aching body, the oppressive confinement, the isolation, days, sometimes weeks without meals. He hadn’t meant to rebel, but a small act of defiance had slipped out of him anyway.

It started when Whumper gave him the task of cleaning the room. As usual, the instructions were simple: sweep the floor, wipe down the grimy surfaces, and make sure everything was in order. Whumpee, ever so careful with his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, nodded obediently. The first few minutes were fine. But as time wore on, the dull ache in his limbs from days of little rest began to get to him. His movements slowed, his focus faltered.

The dust was thick, clinging stubbornly to every surface. His hand trembled as he wiped at a stubborn spot on the table, but the cloth slipped from his grasp and skittered across the floor, landing in a corner. He sighed, a soft, exhausted sound, and bent to retrieve it. That’s when he saw it—a small crack in the tile beneath the table, barely visible to the untrained eye. But it stood out to him. A flaw. A detail that shouldn’t be there.

Whumpee crouched low, inspecting it, the faintest flicker of irritation rising in him. He reached for a piece of cloth to wipe at it but found that it wouldn’t come clean. A light sheen of sweat gathered on his brow, not from the work but from the relentless frustration gnawing at him. Something inside him snapped.

His patience broke. It was as if the smallest imperfection in his environment suddenly became an unbearable weight. Without thinking, his hand slammed against the edge of the table, knocking a small stack of old, tattered papers to the floor. They fluttered in the air like a pile of forgotten memories before landing in a chaotic heap.

He froze.

The sound of paper scattering across the room was enough to make his blood run cold. Whumper’s eyes were already on him, watching, waiting. The air grew thick with tension. Whumpee's heart was beating too fast in his chest, every instinct screaming at him to retreat, to apologize, to undo what he’d just done. But it was too late. The damage had already been done.

Whumper’s voice cut through the silence, smooth but laced with a lethal calm. "Is this how you treat the things I give you, Whumpee? Hm?" Whumper took a slow step toward him, his shadow stretching over Whumpee’s huddled form " carelessly reckless?"

Whumpee’s mouth went dry as he stood up, trembling. "I—I’m sorry," he said quickly, desperate. "It’s just—it’s just the crack in the floor, it’s bothering me, and I—"

Whumper’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "You don’t get to tell me what bothers you. You don’t get to make decisions. You don’t get to act like you have any control over this situation." His voice was colder now, the icy edge unmistakable. "All you had to do was clean up the room, and instead, you make a mess of it. You think you’re too good to obey simple instructions?"

Whumpee's pulse hammered in his ears as his hands began to shake. "No—no, I wasn’t—" He couldn’t find the words, panic rising as he fumbled with his glasses, pushing them back up his nose, only to feel them slipping again.

"Shut up," Whumper snapped, cutting him off. "I don’t care what your excuses are. I’ve given you enough chances to be useful, to be obedient. And all I get is failure."

Whumpee dropped his gaze, his breath shallow. His mind raced with apologies, but no words felt adequate. He just wanted to fix it. Wanted to make it right.

But Whumper wasn’t done. The air around them seemed to grow heavier, and Whumpee could feel the subtle change in Whumper’s energy. It wasn’t just anger anymore—it was a darker, more calculated rage. "You’ve become complacent, haven’t you?" Whumper’s voice was smooth, but there was a dangerous undertone now. "I’ve been too lenient. Maybe it’s time to remind you of your place."

Whumpee’s heart dropped. He knew what was coming. The tension in the room became unbearable, his own helplessness making the atmosphere feel suffocating. He could see Whumper’s hand twitch, as though making a decision.

"You rely too much on these," Whumper murmured, his eyes now locked on Whumpee’s glasses, which still sat precariously on his nose. " They're the only reason you could see the crack anyways."

Before Whumpee could react, Whumper’s hand shot out, grabbing the glasses from his face with brutal force. Whumpee’s breath caught in his throat as he flinched back, his hands instinctively reaching out to stop him. But it was too late. Whumper’s grip tightened, snapping the glasses in half with a sickening crunch.

Whumpee’s vision blurred instantly as his glasses shattered in Whumper’s hands, a sudden, crushing loss that made his pulse race. The world around him dissolved into a smear of indistinct shapes and shadows. Panic surged as he reached out in vain, his fingers desperately trying to grasp the now-missing lenses that had defined his reality for so long. He froze when Whumper's foot slammed down infront of them, the heel of his shoe pressing down with an audible crack, making sure there wasn't a single piece big enough for Whumpee to pick up and use.

Whumper let out a mocking chuckle, tossing the remains of the glasses aside carelessly. "There," he said, his voice like ice. "Clean that up too, and if i see any glass leftover, it goes into your eyes" Whumper threatened, voice indifferent to Whumpee's trembling form. ___________________________________________________________ Small side note, it'd be really fun if Whumpee had multiple Whumpers whose physic was mildly similar and without the glasses, they couldnt tell the different until Whumper was right infront of them. Maybe one's nicer than the other and Whumpee's heart is beating in their throat until they can see who it is

[spr1ngtweaks]

Here are some headcanons between you and Henry! These can range from sweet and heartfelt to subtle and nuanced, depending on how you imagine your dynamic with him. (I'm surprised I don't see much Henry x reader content, oh my god.)

Soft & Wholesome Headcanons

💛 Henry is terrible at taking care of himself, but he makes sure you do.

He often forgets to eat when he’s too focused on his work, but if you skip a meal? He notices immediately. He’ll slide a plate of food your way without saying much, just giving you a knowing look. You don’t have to thank him—he just wants you to be okay.

💛 He’s not great at expressing emotions, but his actions always speak louder.

Words don’t always come easily to him, but he shows his appreciation in small ways. Fixing something for you before you even ask. Adjusting your workspace so it’s more comfortable. Leaving behind a cup of tea or coffee without a word.

💛 He has a dry sense of humor, but when you get him to actually laugh, it’s worth it.

Henry’s humor is subtle—sarcastic remarks under his breath, quiet chuckles at ridiculous things. But if you ever manage to make him laugh fully? It’s rare, but it’s warm, genuine, and something you’ll want to hear again.

💛 Music is one of the few things that relax him.

He hums under his breath when he’s deep in thought. If you catch him doing it, he might stop, a little embarrassed. But if you hum along? He won’t say anything—just let it happen, maybe even harmonize softly.

More Personal & Intimate Headcanons

🖤 He’s the kind of person who would hold on to small, seemingly insignificant things.

If you ever give him something—a little trinket, a note, anything—he’ll keep it. You might not realize it, but somewhere in his workspace, tucked away in a drawer, are little reminders of you.

🖤 Henry doesn’t mind touch, but it has to be on his terms.

He’s not the most physically affectionate person, but if he trusts you, he won’t pull away if you rest your head on his shoulder after a long day. He’s hesitant at first, but eventually, you’ll find that he leans into it—maybe even lets out a quiet sigh, as if finally allowing himself to rest.

🖤 His hands are always warm, despite how cold and distant he might seem at times.

If you ever hold his hand, whether intentional or accidental, you’ll notice how steady and warm it is—like he’s always been built to be reliable. He might freeze for a moment, but he won’t pull away unless you do.

Angst-Tinged Headcanons

💔 He never really believes he deserves happiness.

If you care about him, he’ll appreciate it deeply, but there’s always a lingering hesitation—like he’s afraid of getting too close, afraid of what will happen if he lets himself have something good.

💔 Sometimes, when things are quiet, you can tell he’s lost in thoughts he won’t share.

Henry doesn’t talk about his past much, but there are moments where he looks... distant. Like he’s carrying something too heavy for words. If you ask, he’ll just shake his head and say, “It’s nothing.” It’s never nothing.

💔 He remembers dates, but he doesn’t celebrate them.

Birthdays, anniversaries—he’ll remember them, but he won’t bring them up first. If you celebrate them with him, though, there’s something almost wistful in the way he thanks you. Like he’s not sure he deserves to be celebrated, but he’s grateful anyway.

🌟 Silly & Whimsical Headcanons - special 🌟

🐻 Henry has the comedic timing of a brick wall—which somehow makes him even funnier.

He doesn’t try to be funny, but sometimes the way he deadpans a response makes it ten times better.

You: “Henry, if we die, I just want you to know—”

Henry: “We are not going to die, and if we do, I’m haunting you first.”

🍕 Henry’s relationship with pizza is both concerning and impressive.

He can eat an entire slice without breaking eye contact. No blinking. Just complete focus. You’re not sure if this is a power move or if he’s just tired.

🎭 He’s oddly good at keeping a straight face during the most ridiculous situations.

The animatronics glitch and start doing a bizarre, off-key Christmas remix? No reaction. A kid calls Fredbear and SpringBonnie “gay” on stage? Barely a twitch. But if you break and start laughing? Then, maybe, just maybe, you’ll see a flicker of amusement before he hides it again.

☕ Henry’s caffeine dependency is getting out of hand.

You tried switching out his coffee with decaf once, just to see what would happen. He took one sip, stopped, and just stared at you in complete betrayal. You swear he knew instantly.

🐾 He has an almost supernatural ability to attract stray animals.

Cats, dogs, birds—somehow, they all seem to gravitate toward Henry. He insists he doesn’t do anything special, but you once saw a stray cat follow him for five blocks. He looked down at it, sighed, and just went, “Alright. Come on, then.”

💤 Henry will fall asleep in the weirdest places, and it never makes sense.

On his desk? Understandable.

On a workbench? Fine.

Inside the closed-up Freddy Fazbear stage set? You have questions.

👓 If you ever steal his glasses, he will not chase you.

He’ll just stand there, sigh, and say, “Enjoy your blindness, then.” If you keep them for too long, he’ll definitely make your life inconvenient by pretending not to see anything. “Oh? Is that you? Can’t tell. Looks like you’re on your own.”