#this was so fun to do but most of it is a joke

[sacredsorceress]

Cass 🤍

I'm so glad your requests are open!!!! So I was thinking for a request, could be head canons or not. What would it be like for Bob shy and awkward guy vs reader who's very extroverted and open. I think there could be a fun dynamic there.

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☆.°*Bob Dating an Extrovert HCs*°.☆

pairing: bob reynolds x extrovert!reader a/n: OO YAY!! as an extroverted person with an introverted bf this is so my cup of tea. i’ll do headcanons now but I def want to explore this in a full fic soon <3 word count: 1k warnings: none I think? fluff!!

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Bob felt some days that there must have been some magnetic pull or magic spell that you had on people that just made them gravitate towards you in a ways no one ever did towards him.

On many an outing, Bob had stood awkwardly at your side as you gave an old man directions, laughed along to a joke that some lady at the crosswalk said, or cheerfully shared where you got your outfit from after a compliment from a stranger.

And he wasn't confused, per say. Bob understood why people gravitated towards you- you had friendly demeanor, kind eyes and an infectious smile that you passed on freely to everyone you saw. People had to try not to like you.

What he couldn't understand is how you so confidently engaged with so many people. If he had been in your shoes, he would have fumbled over his sentences and somehow manage to disgruntle the other party. As kind as Bob was, as you assured him many a time, he just didn't draw people the way you did.

Really, it was just another thing that he loved about you: that your view of the world, experiences, and people were so different from his.

That being said, if you had a lot of friends he would be so nervous to meet them.

Bob would almost try to get out of it- rehearsing his faux illness to save him the embarrassment of making a fool out of himself in front of the people who mattered most to you-

but in the end, he would go. Bob may have been scared, but you were his girlfriend. His fear of disappointing you and seeing the sad "oh... okay" on your face as he lied to you was greater than his fear of a night out.

When he did meet them, you'd have to hold his hand to ground him.

But obviously, even with his meekness, it went swimmingly, with your friends even commending him on being able to balance you out.

Opposites attract after all.

Some things won't change for Bob. As I've mentioned before, Bob has an addictive personality and would stay far away from a night out drinking. Although being with you had brought him out of his shell more, there were simply some things that he wouldn't do.

If you had a night out without him, Bob would be waiting up for you in bed reading. The second you walked through the door, he'd mark his place in the book, look up at you, and wait for you to repeat the whole night for him verbatim.

"And then- oh my god, Bob, you wouldn't believe it-"

And he would listen just enough to be able to answer any questions you might quiz him on, but mostly he'd just be admiring how pretty you look talking about your friends in the warm glow of the lamplight.

Though he may be sober now, Bob is no stranger being drunk or having a hangover. If you walked in the door stumbling after a night out, he'd guide you into the bathroom, tie back your hair and get you ready for bed: with medication and water waiting on the nightstand for the morning.

If you were in the habit of having friends stay over, Bob would make up the pull out couch, no questions asked, stock the fridge and leave snacks out for your guests.

"Bob, I love you." Your friend would groan flopping onto the freshly washed sheets. "Can you marry her already?"

And it was moments like that where his cheeks burned bright red and he excused himself to the other room to avoid stumbling over his words and embarrassing himself further.

Whether you intended to or not, you would often share stories with others from your relationship with Bob. In your case, they often slipped out when telling an unrelated story that you had gone off track on, or you simply didn't think it was anything worth keeping secret.

You were an open book and your love for Bob was nothing to be ashamed about.

Bob wouldn't even know until he'd be walking into the kitchen of the Avengers Tower one day and everyone would just look at him.

"Bob, why did you not tell us that you keep picture of team in your wallet?" Alexei asked.

"Forget that," John interrupted, mouth full of cereal. "Why do you hide it behind your condoms?"

And if it were not for the Sentry serum pumping through his veins, Bob was sure he would've died of mortification on the spot.

But Bob couldn't even find it in himself to be upset with you because you not being able to stop yourself from talking about him just made his heart swell.

So many people loved you in this life, and you still chose to love him. He really wasn't sure he would ever understand it, but he would try his best to prove you right.

You would have to go with him to his doctors appointments if something was wrong because Bob would be too embarrassed to discuss his body with another person like that.

If the Void ever did make an appearance, he would hate you. He thrives off of Bob's loneliness, but being with you made that impossible. You effortlessly merged him into your daily life and relationships, making enough time for Bob to be alone with his thoughts long enough to spiral, extremely rare.

Your friends would become his friends and vice versa.

On the rare occasion your social battery died or someone had hurt your feelings, rendering you silent, it was as if Bob's backup system had booted up. He'd glance at you worriedly, reaching for your hand and take over the remainder of the conversation: either insisting to your friends that it was time to head home or defending your honor against some asshole.

Even if he stumbled over his words doing it, watching him take care of you like that did make you swoon.

I feel like I could go on about this all day, but Bob would be perfect with an extroverted partner. Opposites attract and your conflicting personalities would bring balance to one another- you getting Bob more out of his shell and confident in his own skin, while he kept you grounded, safe, and loved in the privacy of your own little bubble.

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[written-in-knife]

@jadecat4 On it🫡

Blessed

Riddle, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia

Written with fem!reader in mind, can be read as any gender, literal hurt/comfort, swearing, kinda fluffy

tw: graphic descriptions of injuries, getting hit by vehicles, and hit and runs

Average around 650 words per character

pt.1 :: pt.2 :: pt.3 coming soon

Rounding out the housewardens, most of these dudes are canonical crybabies, I'm so excited lmaoo These are actually really fun to write? I'm most likely going to do more of these for everybody else, so stay tuned for that I guess. Also I'm a tags yapper if yall have any interest in my commentary

Riddle Rosehearts

It took you a long time of dating Riddle to convince him to leave campus with you. He had responsibilities, an entire dormitory of students to keep an eye on, he couldn't do that if he left campus with you. He only agreed to it after midterms were over and after you got Trey to promise he would uphold the set standards for a single evening. Even then, it was hard to get him to leave.

"My love, we're going to dinner, not on vacation." You teased as he went over his list with Trey for a fourth time. "Trey promised he would call if anything goes wrong, you'd be back here in fifteen minutes at most."

"I-I know!" He stammered, cheeks flushing at your light tone. "I just want to be sure."

He was able to get through the list once more before you pulled him out the door, Trey giving him a friendly shove on the way out. It's not as if the two of you had never been on dates before, but they were smaller affairs around the campus, never out in public. He was surprised to find that it was actually much more relaxed off campus, not having to fear any ridicule or drop in reputation from strangers he would never see again if he did something especially embarrassing in his lovestruck state. And you made it incredibly easy to be lovestruck. You were well aware at this point of his aversion to PDA, which made it all the more surprising when he was the one to reach out and grab your hand after you'd left the restaurant. You chatted idly about the food, your week, the weather, anything that popped into your heads as you started back towards campus. It was all incredibly easy with you.

You made it into a more residential area, watching a group of young kids playing basketball at a hoop just off the sidewalk. Riddle pointed out one of the kids, joking that he reminded him of Ace as he made the shot and missed, sending the ball bouncing away. You stifled a laugh as you watched the boy chase after the ball into the road. It was clear the kid wasn't paying attention to anything but the ball as a car came speeding down the road. You were behind the kid before you even realized what you were doing, the driver of the car laying on the horn, trying to swerve out of the way, to slam on the brakes as you shoved the kid forward as hard as you could. Riddle watched in horror as the car knocked you to the ground, stopping on top of you, one of your arms pinned under the tire and only your head and shoulders sticking out from beneath. He ran to you, ignoring the crying child who ran back towards the house, and stooped down to try to see your injuries. The car started to back up, dragging you across the road as it did, the tire rolling off your elbow with a sickening crunch. He shouted for them to stop as your blood smeared across the road between you, but they couldn't hear him. Or maybe didn't care. The best he could do for you was grab you under the arms to keep you from dragging further. Once the car had backed up enough to see you again, they spun the wheel and hit the gas, planning to leave. Riddle instinctively flung a spell at them, hitting the back passenger side door and only resulting in them driving faster. He so badly wanted to chase after them, make sure they were brought to justice, but he couldn't just leave you. He was very careful in how he rolled you over, supporting your head and trying his best to keep your arm still. He had to see your injuries, he had to see what he needed to fix. Your face had slammed into the pavement from the force at which you were knocked down, your nose clearly shattered, a still growing goose egg on your forehead, skin was ripped and flayed from where you were dragged across the rough surface, and your elbow... He wasn't sure how to fix something so incredibly crushed, nearly unrecognizable. But he had to try. He tried to triage what looked the most life threatening, the head injury of course. It was hard to see where he was aiming as he kept trying to blink tears away. In the time it took him to think through his plan, your body had settled. He was about to start his spell when there was another chilling crunch, moving his hands to see your nose repositioning itself, the goose egg shrinking, the road rash weaving shut. Your eyes were open.

All he could do was watch, frozen, as you sat up and turned to him, your injuries all but gone by the time your hands landed on his shoulders. You were saying something to him, he couldn't make out the words over the relieved sobbing coming out of his mouth. You pulled him into your arms, holding him tight and close as he clung to you. Even upon returning to the dorm, he didn't let go of your hand-- PDA be damned-- as he dragged you to his room. You weren't going to be leaving his side for a bit while he processed what happened, and with him so close, you really didn't mind.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul often bribed you to accompany him to town to meet with his vendors, promising to get you whatever you wished if you simply kept him company. You didn't need to be bribed to spend time with him, but if it made him feel better about asking, you weren't about to stop him. It was always fun spending time with him, especially when you were able to introduce him to new things. The first time you suggested boba was a treat to watch as his expression went through several stages of confusion before eventually coming to the conclusion that he did, in fact, enjoy it.

This time he took you for smoothies after meeting with his final vendor. You tried to always keep your requests from going too far out of the way and this one was just across the street. You listened intently to him talk about a new drink he wanted to serve at the lounge, an affogato. Apparently Floyd had read about it online and demanded to try it. He talked about how it ended up being quite enjoyable as he reached into the pocket of his jacket, trailing off as he reached into the other. You watched him pat around at his pockets for a second before groaning, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry, my pearl, I think I left my wallet..." He sighed heavily.

"No, you had it when we left." You reminded him. "You probably just left it across the street. Save our spot, I'll go get it."

You gave him a wide smile and a kiss on the cheek, stopping any argument he may have had and running out of the building before he could come up with a new one. He chuckled at your antics and shook his head, watching you jog up to the street for a moment before turning back to the menu to see what he would want. While examining the menu, he heard a loud gasp and a "holy shit" from other patrons. He was going to ignore it when he heard one of them say "they hit somebody and they're just gonna drive away?!" Azul's head snapped around so fast, he worried he may strain something, until he looked out the large windows past the worried patrons. He couldn't see much, but he did spot hair that looked far too similar to yours. In the road. His heart dropped, and he silently begged that it wasn't you as he bolted out of the shop to the scene of the accident. His resolve nearly shattered as he approached. It was you. Broken limbs and torn skin and so much blood crumpled in the middle of the road. He barely thought about it as he ran forward, stammering out healing spells to try to fix it. He would do anything, pay any price, for this to not be happening, not be real. He tried so hard to choke down the sobs in his throat to keep working on you, because it was working! Skin was stitching back together, bones were popping back into place... He wasn't doing this. He pulled his hands away as he watched you grab your own mangled arm, shaking it out like a dish rag to pop the bones back into their correct place, groaning only slightly as you did. He was still choking back sobs as you sat up and turned to him.

"So, what flavor are you getting?"

The question stopped everything dead in its tracks, the tears, his shaking, his breath. He just stared blankly at you for a moment before he broke out laughing at the ridiculousness, which quickly devolved into crying. You apologized quickly, picking the both of you off the ground to just go home. He didn't care about his wallet, he didn't care about his image, he just wanted to go home with you, glad that he still could.

Kalim Al Asim

You and Kalim snuck out on occasion to go do things in town without Jamil, turning your phones off to keep him from calling you. More often than not, it was just the two of you wandering around, enjoying each other's company. You'd ended up finding some really cool spots on these outings; an arcade, a candy store, a little art studio that was only open to the public three days a week, even a little shop that made their own henna. Kalim was always excited to go and find more with you, always with you. He figured the plain clothes of his club outfit made it harder for people to recognize him and called it good enough, plus it made the lie that he was just going to club meetings easier for Jamil to believe. You usually ended up wearing his hat or flannel while you were out, Kalim loving to see you in his clothing usually distracted him from buying out everything that even partially caught your eye.

The two of you were walking out of a shop, fingers intertwined, you laughing at something Kalim was gushing about. You'd barely made it halfway down the block when there was a squeal of tires from behind you, and you glanced back just in time to see a black van with tinted windows hopping the curb to barrel in your direction. You barely had time to shove Kalim into the recessed doorway of a shop as the van sped down the sidewalk, bowling over you with ease before popping back into the road and speeding away. Kalim couldn't see you from the doorway, you'd been dragged further down. He started to praise you for being so quick to save you both as he got back to his feet and returned to the sidewalk. The praise died in his throat with a strained gasp when he spotted you, mangled form limp on the concrete. He wasted no time ripping his phone out of his pocket, holding the button down to turn it back on as he ran. He was already sobbing heavily as he scooped you into his arms, he tried not to think about the way your spine moved too easily, or how your legs were bent in the wrong places at the wrong angles. He held your too still body against his chest like it would shield you from what had already happened, blood soaking into the white shirt, into his skin. He could feel it slicking his hands. The second his phone was back on, he dialed Jamil who answered in one ring. Kalim didn't give him a chance to get a word out as he sobbed incoherent explanations and directions to him, begging him to come help, to come save you. He was too distracted trying to give Jamil directions to where they were, eyes too full of tears to see your legs pop back into place. It wasn't until he felt you reach up to crack your neck back into the correct position that he froze, quickly looking down to see you laying in his arms as if nothing had happened, smiling sweetly up at him. But he could still feel your blood on his hands. He resumed his sobbing, dropping his phone to the ground to put both of his arms around you, holding you as tight as he could allow himself to as he cried into your shoulder.

When you made it back to the dorm, after getting cleaned up, Jamil sat the two of you down in Kalim's room to lecture you about how reckless and irresponsible these trips had always been, how the van had likely been aiming for him. Kalim wasn't listening, not fully. He'd tangled his limbs up in yours, holding you close with his ear resting over your heart to listen to it beat as you combed your fingers through his hair. You responded to his every whispered apology with quiet reassurance, and he could do nothing but believe you when you told him it was going to be alright.

Vil Schoenheit

You'd gotten permission to leave campus for the full weekend with Vil as his date for his latest movie premiere in Maquillaville. The first day went by in a daze of flashing lights and shouted directions, the only thing keeping you from being too overwhelmed was Vil, always at your side. Fingers laced with yours, an arm around your waist, he could tell when you were getting too tense and was right there to ground you again. Despite the absolute flurry of activity, it was actually a highly enjoyable time. The movie was amazing, Vil had done a remarkable job in his role, even if he was sick of being type cast. You held hands through the entire premiere, Vil lifting your hand to his lips to gently kiss your knuckles when you quietly gushed about him being on screen.

The next morning, you headed out to the train station. Vil planned for the two of you to take the long way back to school so you both could bask in not having any responsibilities for one day. You were hoisting the bags out of the trunk of the cab and passing them to Vil on the sidewalk as he talked about what you could do to pass the time in the private cabin. You'd handed him the last bag with a smile and were closing the trunk when you heard a loud crunch from behind you. You didn't have time to turn around before the car behind you was pushed forward and slammed into your back, crushing you between the two vehicles. Vil screamed your name as he watched the car that had caused the accident back away from the one it had slammed into you and sped away. He was pissed that they were just leaving, but there were more pressing matters to attend to. He couldn't see any of your injuries yet, your lower half still firmly pinned between the cars, but there was a distressing amount of blood pooling at your feet and you had yet to lift your head. He could feel tears streaming down his cheeks as he grabbed your hand the same way he had at the premiere, albeit shaky and a lot tighter. There was no warning when the cab pulled forward to release you from the pin, no way for Vil to keep you from just crumpling to the ground at his feet. He paid no mind to the blood that would soak into his pants as he knelt down next to you, lifting your head to rest in his lap. He only got to see how disfigured your pelvis and upper legs were for a moment before they started to move, flattened bones filling back out to return to their normal shape. He was too focused on your injuries disappearing before his eyes to notice your hand reach up to cup his cheek, causing him to startle and yelp.

"Are we going to miss our train?" You asked, far too casually for his liking.

He sighed heavily, leaning his head further into your touch. "Yes, darling, we are going to miss our train."

Idia Shroud

It was hard enough as is to get Idia to leave his room, let alone Ignihyde, let alone the campus. There was one thing you could get him to join you for in town, and that was game releases. There was just something about waiting in line for a physical copy release. You didn't know if it was the nostalgia or what, but it got Idia off campus with you early in the morning to wait for the store to open. And so what if afterwards you dragged him somewhere in public to grab breakfast? He was already off campus, how much worse could it possibly get?

The two of you hadn't even made it to the diner yet, Idia hidden in his hoodie listening to you excitedly talk about this new game release and how you couldn't wait to play it with him. He'd chime in with his own commentary here and there, just loud enough for you to hear him, while giving the minimal strangers on the sidewalk a wide berth. He pulled out his phone to look up the answer to a question you'd asked about it, while you pulled slightly ahead of him to cross the road. He'd only looked down for a second when he heard tires squeal, then a sickening thud and crunch. In the brief moment it took for him to look down at his phone, and back up, you were laid out on the pavement, a car peeling off down the street away from the scene. He nearly fumbled his phone in his hurry to press the emergency beacon for Ortho to follow as he hurried over to you.

"No, no, no..."

The sight was nearly enough to make him pass out; the back of your shirt ripped open-- a disturbing amount of skin along with it-- from where the car went over top of you, your hand and one of your legs were nearly unrecognizable from where they had been crushed under the wheels, your hand was too close to your head, way too close. He ripped his hoodie off, pressing it into the large wound on your back with shaking hands. He couldn't do this again, he couldn't lose another person that meant so much to him, not again. He was begging for you to stay with him under his breath, through his panicked tears, when he felt movement under his hands. He saw the disfigured shape of what had been your hand start to writhe with the movement of the bones underneath as they returned to their correct placements. That was all he saw before he passed out. When he came back to, he was in his bed in the dorm. For a moment, he thought it was just another horrible nightmare until he looked over and saw you at his desk, wearing one of his clean hoodies, playing on your phone with the start menu of the game the two of you had picked up on his screen. You glanced over, giving him a wide smile when you met his eyes, as if you hadn't been mutilated in the road the last time he saw you.

"Hey, you okay?" You asked, moving over to sit next to him on the bed.

He didn't say anything, just grabbed your hand-- the one that had been crushed-- and pulled it to him to press the back of it against his cheek. He probably wasn't okay, but he was so immensely glad that you were.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORK TO TRAIN AI

MASTERLIST

[little-cute-pink-horrible-being]

An announcement regarding the time this form will be open, data collection and result posting.

This form will be open until sunday, may 18th, 12 pm GMT time. Hopefully, this will give everyone who wants to fill out the form enough time. After this, you will not be able to submit a responce. I am doing this, because at some point I need to start collecting results and putting them together in comprehesible form, for you to see, and I would rather my data not change, while I am doing that.

! This deadline can change, and if you think it should be moved, please inform me in the comments or otherwise. !

Below I go into more details into how I plan to collect, sort and present the data.

I will post the results several days after the closing of the form, but no promises

There will be two big posts - one with complete data, showing every instance of every name, with a spredsheet attached. The spreadheet will be a "cleaner" version of the post with just the data, but without joke responces and my notes on alternative spellings. For those who find this overbearing (which I totally get) there will be a separate post with just the top 3 names per letter. I might make a third post with some fun statistics and personal opinions (like which letter got the most responces, which character got the highest number of votes overall, etc)

Regarding data collection:

Some people put titles as their responces and I am not sure how to handle that. I will post polls about them, asking you if I should count them as separate names or not, so look out for that if you are interested in voting. Even if the poll decides that something is a title and not a name, the responce still will be recorded, just maybe in a separate category.

If you submitted a joke responce that consisted of you giving descriptions to one character, or starting one name with all the letters, please don't be offended. I genuinly think you are funny and it's a great idea. I am not mad. It's just clarification for those who may be surprised by seeing "Asshole" for A and so on.

If a character is put in the wrong letter (ex. Lift for J and Galladon for O) I will count them toward their actual letters only if that person has not put any other character for that letter.

If a poll decides that a something should be counted as a name and not a title (ex. Daughter of House Davar), I will count it toward the letter it put under originally (D, in this case. I will not put it under Shallan even if the person meant that.

There are several entries that look like misspeled character names, but I, for the life of me, can't figure out what characters they were supposed to be. I will post that separately about those and hope you guys can help me figure it out.

So, I want to do a little study here

Also, I would really appreciate if you guys read the instructions carefully. Thank you!

[silly1billy]

Hii! Can I please request the skz boys when the reader drags them into a pampering night? With colorful facemasks, matching hairbands, nail painting and a lot of fluffiness?

~Stray Kids Pampering Night Headcanons~

pairing: Skz x f!reader

genre: fluff

word count: Around 780

warnings: none

Hii! Absolutely, that sounds adorable

🐺 Bang Chan

He pretends to act surprised like, “Wait, you want me to do this?” but he’s already wearing the fluffy wolf headband you gave him.

Tries to be helpful and starts reading the instructions on every product like it's a mission.

Genuinely enjoys how calming it is. His favorite part? When you gently apply the face mask for him.

“We should do this every week,” he murmurs, snuggled up next to you under a blanket, skin glowing and nails pastel blue.

🐱 Lee Know

Sassy. Judgy. But in his seat five seconds after you say “matching facemasks.”

“Why does mine look lopsided? Yours is symmetrical.” Secretly very into it.

Picks out a sleek black nail polish and acts nonchalant while showing off his hands afterward. “Cats need claws, you know.”

His Leebit headband matches yours, and even though he rolls his eyes, he adjusts it carefully so the ears sit perfectly.

🐖 Changbin

Loudly dramatic about it. “Y/N, are you trying to turn me into a beauty guru?!” as he settles in with a bright green facemask.

Laughs the entire time but keeps asking if his skin looks better every five minutes.

Lets you paint his nails glittery purple and tells you their his “manly sparkle.”

Insists Dwaekki gets a little mini facial too. You both end up doing it on a plushie with verrrrry much seriousness.

🦙 Hyunjin

He lives for this. Already had a Pinterest board ready.

Brought his own floral-scented masks and fancy rose gold nail polish. Treats the whole thing like a sacred ritual.

“Skin is art, Y/N. Let me transform you.” Applies your mask with a brush like he's painting a masterpiece.

Wears his headband with pride, and he absolutely documents the night with a Instagram story.

🐿 Han

Makes ten jokes a minute, especially when the cold mask touches his face. “Is this what frogs feel like?” (goofy ahh🥀)

Picks a rainbow of colors for his nails and insists they represent his complex emotions.

Constantly wiggles his fingers while you’re trying to paint them. “Oops. My instincts took over. 👅”

His favorite part is getting to just hang out with you.

🐥 Felix

So excited. His voice drops into that deep warm tone as he gushes, “I’ve never done this before but it looks so fun!”

Picks glittery pink masks and sunflower yellow polish to match you.

Treats it like a spa retreat. Lights a candle, puts on calming music, and keeps checking in to make sure you’re relaxed too.

Puts his BbokAri headband on you first, then himself. “Now we match 💛✨”

🐶 Seungmin

Dry sarcasm🥀💔. “This is my dream night,” he says, deadpan, while letting you stick a strawberry-scented sheet mask on his face.

Protests when you go for pastel pink nails—“Why not black?”—but leaves them on for days.

Surprisingly focussed when doing your nails. Holds your hand carefully, brows furrowed in concentration.

Wears the headband low over his eyes, pretending it’s for privacy, but he’s secretly enjoying every second.

🦊 I.N

Blushes immediately. “We’re doing what?” But the moment he sees your excited expression, he’s in.

Tries to act tough at first—“I don’t need skincare”—but is the most dramatic when his mask feels cold. “I’M FREEZING.”

Picks sparkly sky blue for his nails and insists he gets to paint one of yours too. Concentrates so hard, he sticks his tongue out while working. 👅

Can’t stop giggling when you show him how cute he looks in his FoxI.Ny headband. “Don’t post that—actually… send it to me first.”

[orangepeelknives]

feel like in my last post it was All About Mack. let me be verrrrry clear here that where i think mack is a lottttt more obviously Fucked Up, will smith hockey is also not Normal, because a Normal person would nawttt be laughing off the punching of a windshield like a silly lil joke. 

okay so okay let’s crack will smith open like a little fortune cookie of buried emotional responsibility. cause yeah, he’s chill. yeah, he’s confident. yeah, he’s a golden retriever in a backwards hat. but he is also chronically, deeply, expertly trained in the art of putting his own shit aside to keep the peace and keep people happy, and it shows.

let’s start with the family dynamics, cause that’s where this started. will was raised by a Boy Mom in a loud, loving, over-involved house where feelings weren’t ignored, but they were managed. you didn’t sulk, you didn’t explode, you kept it moving. you made it fun. you kept the vibes good. will was the glue. the golden boy. the one who doesn’t cause trouble. the one who soothes it. that’s what he brings with him everywhere: a pre-loaded script of how to keep the energy easy.

so yeah, will is secure. he’s kind. he’s loved. but he’s also exhausted. he’s been doing silent emotional labor since he was a kid. being the mascot. the morale guy. the one who’s always fine. and that’s whyit’s so hard for people to notice when he’s not fine, because he’s just so fucking good at pretending he is. enter, every single time post loss, it's will doing the comforting, will clapping guys on the back, will being summoned to mack's side, will dragging mack out of the rink and taking him home and feeding him milk and cookies and corralling him onto a flight to boston the next day, will accepting being the butt of most of the teasing, will dragging leno off the ice after losing.

enter: mack.

mack is the first person who needs will in the most primal, obvious, inescapable way. it’s not subtle. it’s not masked. will knows he’s the first call, the emergency contact, the comfort object, the human emotional support dog. and in my opinion he loves that. he lives for it. but… it also deepens the pressure. because if will is not okay? mack won’t be okay either. and will knows that. so when he’s hurting? when he’s homesick or anxious or spiraling or having a shitty game? he still has to perform calmness. he still has to laugh it off. he still has to do that little tight-jawed exhale and say “nah i’m good” because mack can’t take it if he’s not.

even the will x leno history plays into this, there’s something very poignant about the fact that leno needed him too. and from what we can tell, leno fucked up and will is the one who pulled away first.maybe because he could feel the weight of someone else needing him that hard, and maybe for once, he needed to be the one who got chosen? he needed ease. he needed someone to lean on. and mack? despite being a disaster? gives him that. not always emotionally, but in other ways, the routines, the affection, the automatic closeness. will never has to ask mack to show up. mack is already there. literally 24/7. actually mack is unshakable. 

back to the windshield of it all: a normal person doesn’t laugh off the shattering of a windshield like it’s a silly prank from your wacky, feral little freak friend. a normal person doesn’t look at an act of genuine property destruction born from rage and go, “aw, buddy.” but will smith hockey does. every time. and that says just as much about him as it does about mack.

because here’s the thing: will doesn’t just brush it off. he normalizes it. smooths it out. laughs in the exact right tone so that mack won’t spiral into shame. gives him the easy out. “don’t worry about it.” “you good, dude?” milk and cookies at home. like nothing happened. like mack didn’t just blow through a physical boundary without blinking.

and why?? how is that not setting off alarms?

because will doesn’t know how to have boundaries. he knows how to be accommodating. he knows how to de-escalate. he knows how to keep the peace, keep the mood right, keep the vibe light. but no one ever modeled for him how to say: hey. that hurt me. that scared me. you crossed a line. think about what we know about the USNTDP of it all. changing in the hallways??? being schooled online so that your whole world narrows down to hockey and the people who play it???

then it’s college, and he brings the same boys with him. makes it feel safe. familiar.

and then san jose. grown men. wives. babies. mortgages. they go home after practice. they have lives. they’re kind to him, sure, but they don’t orbit him the way his old teammates did. they don’t need him like that. they’re not waiting for him on the couch with mario kart and dumb snacks. they’re not texting him at 2am cause they’re freaking out over ice time.

yet again, enter: mack.

mack, who has no off switch. mack, who is so volatile it’s intimate. mack, who relies on will like it’s a biological function. who doesn’t hide when he needs something. who crawls into will’s space and stays. and for will? that is a relief. not a burden. a gift.

because mack is the only person in will’s life who keeps him looped in at all times. no drifting. no separation. no independence. it’s obsessive, chaotic, needy, and will eats it up. because it means he still matters. it means there’s still one person who wants him there constantly, who still texts him from ten feet away, who still waits to eat until will sits down, who loses his mind when will’s focus shifts even slightly.

that’s home. that’s what will knows. boundarylessness is familiar. it’s where he learned to thrive. and in a locker room full of adults with healthy relationships and time-blocked therapy appointments and children, mack is the only one who feels like his world used to feel. close. urgent. codependent.

so yeah, will needs mack right back. maybe not for emotional caretaking in the same obvious way. but for belonging. for rhythm. for closeness that doesn’t require effort. and that’s why he doesn’t flinch when the windshield breaks. that’s why he doesn’t draw lines when mack spirals. 

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

it’s always so fun to see suguru interact with literally anyone because it’s so clear how intentionally he presents himself depending on who he’s speaking to. and his values always bleed out through his interactions in one way or another … he’s polite towards authority figures / adults and finds it important to address them with respect but only if they’re actually deserving of said respect (child killers = generally No. LMAOO …) like he lectured satoru about using watashi or boku when speaking to tengen but was also on board with fighting them if it turned out riko wanted to live. he isn’t a kiss ass, his own morals ultimately override the importance he places on age hierarchies, he just recognizes the importance of politeness (or presenting yourself as such) = taking care not to step on anyone’s toes, especially as a young person, especially in a society where age matters a Lot,,, anyway suguru has a distrust of adults and it shows through his masking. because yes he’s respectful towards them but he’s also rocking his customer service smile the Whole time. his own values have a lot to do with Respect and Order and etc; like he cares about that kind of tradition but do i think he trusts the judgment of the adults around him ??? well . No. yaga is the only adult in the series that suguru feels safe enough around to act childish with (to . someee degree) (see also: him joking about yaga going senile and following it up with ’well jokes aside ^_^’ LMAO….) and even that bond ends up broken, presumably during his deterioration. he calls him a muscle-brained moron in jjk 0 and i don’t think he was putting up a front in that scene LOL ,,, he ultimately dislikes yaga’s social ineptitude (even though they both act more through subtlety than directness yaga is like ,,,, incapable of having tact. lol. i hate him sorry anywayyyy). all this to say suguru is a respectful boy towards adults but i do think he distrusts them more than anyone.

with his seniors in jujutsu high i think his respect is more sincere but it’s hard to tell since we only see him speaking to yuki when he’s … too depressed and suicidal to joke around, even if he wanted to. but i don’t think he would have even if he could. yuki is not only his senior but also strong(er than him… lol) other than that we only see him interacting with utahime, and this interaction is really interesting and telling because he acts really condescending towards her without realizing it. i also think you can read his initial words (”it’s not nice to pick on the weak, satoru.”) <- as playful in itself if not a little mean. which is weird because she is very much his senior, and it does make me wonder if suguru ultimately considers strength to be more important than age ,,,, in the sense that like . well. He’s the senior as far as ability goes. utahime is also their friend ,,, kind of . at least shoko’s friend so that could play a part !! but yeah i do think suguru would treat a senior with genuine respect, at least provided that they’re strong — he is a respectful boy and i believe it’s more than just for appearance sake, albeit still calculated (i said that people need to Earn his respect and i stand by that but i also think he’s more than capable of sucking up if that’s what the situation demands …. we never see him in that scenario, though, so i can’t say for sure but i would assume so. there’s a line, though.)

then we have his interactions with his juniors (<- or ppl who are younger than him in general) which are like . soooooo charming so very charming. haibara is the most obvious example and most clear-cut evidence that sugu has a senpai complex LOL (only half-kidding i do think he’s a little sick about it) because he pampers him … he’s not overly coddling but he’s so obviously fond, he buys him drinks, he puts effort into being a good senpai. he takes age hierarchies seriously in Many ways — there’s a responsibility that comes with being older that he doesn’t neglect. that being saiddd the riko scenes are super funny because unlike haibara she is Rude and mouthy even though suguru is older AND was kind towards her from the jump and his response to that is to punish her with satoru LMAO ….. and he’s playful with her in this scene !!!! even a little mean lol. and part of that is satoru’s influence but not by a large margin i do think he was genuinely irked by her lack of respect LOL ….. but then, when she finally opens up to him towards the end and confesses that she wants to live he softens !!! considerably!!!!!! and he’s back in senpai mode. ”let’s go home, riko-chan.” <- he sounds so brotherly here ……. that’s only me reading into the english phrasing tho…… anyway

kuroi is another good example i shouldn’t forget her … it’s kind of a similar situation as utahime actually because when he walks up to her and says ”well, aren’t you strong?” i do perceive it as slightly condescending. probably not on purpose? but again, kuroi is a case where she may be older but not Stronger — ANDDD kuroi is a non-sorcerer. he looks down on them by nature even if he doesn’t really get that himself lol. but he’s still kind and respectful to kuroi, considerate too (like telling her that she’s riko’s family ….) <- this has nothing to do with her age though it’s him being kind. because he is kind. i genuinely don’t think he realizes he’s looking down on someone until others point it out to him. AH BUT DO NOTEEE he is a lot less silly with kuroi than riko and i do think that part is an age thing. like he speaks to kuroi fairlyyyy casually ? but he’s soft-spoken and well-mannered and more mature-seeming. <- which. as has been established. is something suguru just does when it comes to adults. he doesn’t want to be seen as disrespectful or socially unaware (i should’ve mentioned this when i was talking about yaga before since i called him socially inept lolol. but i think it’s very safe to say that social awareness is really, really important to suguru, i’d personally call it a core aspect of his character … socially speaking he’s very intelligent and i think that’s something he takes pride in — he knows how he is perceived by the world, he knows how to give off a certain impression, he knows how to please people and keep the waters calm. he knows how to act according to what the situation demands from him; he’s prepared.) with adults he respects / admires i would guess that he doesn’t want to be seen as childish, either…. which he has no problem being when it comes to satoru LMAO.

and well that brings me…,, to satoru who i was going to focus on from the start but this post went out of my hands cough cough . i just wanted to talk about how his interactions are so interesting because it’s sooo obvious when he is and isn’t putting on a front, since we see how suguru is with satoru. shoko too but still mainly satoru. like he’s SILLY …. he’s petty and he gets irritated and pulls out his curse to teach him a lesson and grumbles about being put on the same mission as him …. (also the cute voice he makes in ep1 when he’s walking up the stairs and satoru teases him i do NOT remember what that was about but you get what i’m trying to say ……) he can be silly. he can act like a Boy and it’s almost exclusively with satoru — someone who is his age, his equal in strength and age <- Most of all. someone who does Not at all have the social awareness suguru does. someone who has opened his heart to him. i don’t think suguru would’ve acted as silly as he does in hidden inventory if satoru wasn’t a part of his class. he would still feel comfortable being annoying LMAO and a little silly too ,,, but not childish to the extent that he is with satoru. he laughs and grumbles and gets frustrated and flips off the screen when satoshoko take that picture after he loses at the arcade game …… suguru is unmasked here. there’s nothing to worry about, and no reason to view himself through the hyper-vigilant lens he’s grown accustomed to bearing in mind. he’s the moral compass of the trio, and the most responsible and ”proper” one, but with satosho he gets to enjoy being a troublemaker too. (i feel bad for singling shoko out because she’s sooo important to him and he feels very at ease around her too evidently ,, but there’s no denying satoru brings out a specific range of emotions from suguru that no one else is privy to).

anyway it MOVES me . so bad . his range of emotions is so delicious and i love that he acts so differently depending on who he’s speaking to. this is honestly even More obvious in jjk 0 because he is full on Faking his emotions and pretending to be good-willed rather than like … putting on a front, or sort of ”half-lying” or framing himself in a certain light …,, you get what i’m saying. cult!geto isn’t just masking, he’s putting on a performance. and he drops it as SOON as the non-sorcerers turn their backs on him. then he’s acting silly with manami (and i really don’t think he’s putting on a front in any scene where he’s alone with his family !!!!! he’s a silly man !!!!!!!! he loves them a lot and is obviously sincere with them, esp nanamimi — the flashback scene on the rooftop is honestly the most unguarded we ever see suguru other than some shots of akari.) ….. he puts on a performance with yuuta but i do think he seriously wanted to recruit him. and he was honest about his world-view; transparent, if nothing else ,, then satoru shows up and he’s full on forcing himself to be silly. because as soon as he’s back home he watches the sunset with the saddest pair of eyes and when satoru finds him nearly dead he immediately decides that he wants to ”die clean” (<- this is how the light novel puts it), only because it’s him and satoru at the end. and in this scene, especially the very last line where he’s like .., about to cry he is unguarded. i think cult!geto is really scared to be seen as vulnerable by gojo. but he just sort of crumbles; both before he dies, and in the afterlife of chapter 236. he’s snarky and sort of trying to come off as nonchalant in either one but in both cases satoru’s sincerity kills his attempt. sorry this somehow devolved into a stsg discussion ,,,, though it was kind of that from the beginning too.

[wonnieluv]

pull the plug - s.jy

Summary: after working your connections and needing a job after graduating college, you’ve found yourself find yourself working a US Tour for one of your favorite groups, Enhypen

fem!reader x idol!Jake

warnings: suggestive, swearing, kissing, skinship, cuddling, Jake is down bad

masterlist | enha masterlist

Networking is everything. That’s what they drilled into your head the second you stepped foot into college when you decided you wanted to study Music Business.

Now just a few short years later you’re freshly graduated with a job opportunity on your plate for what feels like a dream straight out of one of your favorite tumblr fics. Working as a staff on Enhypen’s US Tour.

That’s how you’ve found yourself standing at the side of the pit while the group runs through their tech rehearsals.

You’re now on the third concert of their tour, and you're definitely settling into the role. It’s tiring at times, but you’re having the time of your life getting to travel and work with one of your favorite artists. The shows have gone smoothly for the most part, except for one minor quirk.

You’ve had to help fix a certain Australian boys microphone at least twice during each soundcheck not to mention an extra third time during the second New York show.

Your boss has overseen you fixing Jake’s mic so many times and not once has she said you’re doing anything wrong. She even made sure to reassure you that you aren’t doing anything wrong but it’s gotten to the point that you’ve officially been put on Jake duty.

Yes. Jake duty.

Your official job of essentially following him around whenever he is offstage to make sure he doesn’t damage the microphone and if he does you can fix it in time for him to go back onstage. During tech rehearsals, sound check, outfit changes, and VCR breaks.

It’s gotten to point where you swear he looked you dead in the eye as he slightly bent the receiver out of place before calling you over to fix it.

Now it wasn’t bent so bad that it was broken but he’s essentially been instructed to not touch it anymore and he’s having way too much fun making you all flustered when you come close to him.

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The members have now all gotten dressed and are prepping to head backstage from their green room. You’re sat in the corner with a staff you’ve befriended chatting about what you want to do on your day off in Chicago the next day before you hear the all too familiar teasing of Jay’s voice

“Y/nnnnn, Jake broke his mic. Again.” You let out a soft sigh and look over to where the pair are now standing seeing Jake’s mic wire hanging out of his jacket where it should be connected to his mic pack.

“Jake just admit it. You’ve got a crush on her and you like it when she touches you” Jay teases as he watches you walk over to Jake to fix his mic.

You’re standing behind him as you feel your face flush slightly at his comment and thank god for that because you don’t even want to imagine the stupid smirk that would adorn is beautifully sculpted face if he was facing you.

“And what if I do. At least I could pull a baddie and you’re sitting over there alone with your guitar” Jake jokes back

Luckily, his mic is back in place because, honestly, you would’ve dropped it. I mean, what else would a person do if Jake called them a baddie

“You’re all good Jake” you say stepping out from behind him but before you fully walk away you pause and face him “and by the way. If you really wanted to flirt. You could do it like a normal person instead of messing with the thousand dollar equipment” you say with a smile. As Jay begins to relentlessly tease him, you make your way back to your previous spot and continue your conversation as if your heart wasn't palpitating at a concerning rate.

Long story short, Jake’s microphone had absolutely no problems the entire show. What replaced it though, was the unnecessary prolonged eye contact, the winks, the smirks, and even the unnecessary slight brushes of his hand against yours as he passes by just a bit too close to you as he moves through the crowded backstage.

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With Jake no longer deliberately sabotaging his microphone, the show went on without a hitch.

Does this mean you were right? Was he really just breaking things on purpose so you'd get close to him? If so, what are you supposed to do with that? Jump his bones? Tempting offer, but you opt to be the nonchalant queen you are and ignore his existence after the show.

You don't say anything as you retrieve his undamaged microphone pack and wires from him after the encore before briskly walking away to place it where it belongs and collect your belongings before the staff car leaves for the hotel. Simple plan really.

Not so simple because a certain Australian boy decided he was going to follow you when he noticed you going off on your own. The next thing you know, your back is against the cement wall of the backstage and your eyes are locking with Jake's.

"Jake, what the hell," you say. The shock of this turn of events evident in your voice

"If you keep avoiding me, I'll start breaking my mic again," He says it so casually you almost miss exactly what he meant. By the time you comprehend any of it he's already walking back down the hallway you both came from.

"See you later pretty girl"

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You let out a light exhale as you relax into your seat in the car as you wait for the rest of your staff friends to join you. You guys normally leave the venue a while after the boys do as teardown takes a little bit of extra time. By the time you pull up to the fancy hotel they have you in, it's long past midnight.

You bid farewell to your friend as her room is right off the elevator on the floor BeLift rented out for safety purposes. Your room is further down at the end of the hallway, around the corner. You lucked out with a corner room with beautiful views of the city.

As you round the corner to the final stretch of hallway that feels a little more greuling after the long day, you notice a man standing outside your door looking down at his phone in his hands. He has a flop of brown hair on his head, slightly messy from the number of times he ran his hand through it, and a stupidly handsome side profile. You know exactly who he is, but you're not too sure you want to face him right now, so you continue past him without sparing him an obvious glance.

You almost exhale thinking you got past freely before you hear "y/n"

You freeze just as you're about to scan your room key. "Jake," you respond, trying to keep as calm as possible. What on earth could he want from you at nearly 1 in the morning?

You don't turn to face him but you don't enter your room quite yet. You feel him step closer to you.

"What are you doing here Jake...?" You say almost breathily as you continue to face the door

He doesn't say anything before you feel a soft hand gently turning you to face him.

As you make eye contact with him your breath nearly stops at how close his face is to yours. You can practically feel his breath on your lips as you struggle to keep your focus on his eyes.

"I'm here to do something that I've been wanting to do since the moment I laid eyes on you..." His voice comes out almost in a whisper as he slowly backs you up until you're trapped between him and your hotel door.

"And what might that be..." Your gaze flickers to his plump lips just has he bites his lower lip pulling at it slightly before letting it go.

"I think you have a pretty good idea already... I just need you to tell me yes"

A week ago, you would've slapped yourself at the desperation dripping from your voice, but right now in this moment, you don't even care when you reply, "Please..."

The word barely rolls off your tongue before his lips are on yours. Everything about it is soft. His plump lips that are connected to yours. The way he takes his time as he kisses you like he's got all the time in the world. The soft locks that you run your hands through as he pulls you closer, if that's even possible.

You're too engrossed in what's happening to notice him guiding your hand with your room key to the scanner on the door, but the second that door opens, he momentarily pulls away to push you into your room. The door barely shuts before he's back on you.

By the time you pull away to catch your breath, your bag has long been thrown to the ground, his jacket the same, you both look a mess from the clear passion of, as you would put it, whatever the fuck just happened.

"Impatient are we". He chuckles softly as he presses his forehead against yours, with his hands resting on your waist.

You don't respond as you close your eyes in an attempt to steady your breathing and your heartbeat.

The two of you remain there for a moment, just silently in each other's presence, before he moves his head from yours, just momentarily before giving you a light peck on your forehead.

"You should go to bed," He says softly as he steps back. His face morphs into a soft smile noticing the light confusion in your eyes as they search his.

"It's not that I don't want to," He says, bringing your hand up to his lips, giving a soft kiss to the back of it, "Trust me if I could you'd be on the bed right now and nobody would be seeing you until we have to go to the airport" he chuckles out as he wraps his arms around your waist again. "but you look like you could fall asleep standing up, and I'm not going to rush this."

You nod as your shoulders relax slightly at his response, an unknown wave of relief washing over you.

"You can still stay... if you want," You say softly as your arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

"Oh? Can't get enough of me already?" He says with a tilt of his head, "I don't know... You might jump my bones." His tone is playful as he quirks his eyebrow with that stupid smile on his face.

"Hmm... I guess I'll save that for another time." You say, returning his banter as you push off the wall and head further into the room.

Jake quickly makes himself at home, kicking off his shoes and lying starfish on your bed. You chuckled at him before throwing the TV remote at him, causing him to lift his head at you quizically.

"I'm showering," you answer the unspoken question on his face before turning around to grab your clothes.

He flops his head back on your bed "you sure you don't need help?"

"Don't get any ideas" you say slapping his leg as you walk past. You barely catch his yelp in reaction as you close the bathroom door.

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You step out of the bathroom, freshly showered in an oversized shirt and some sweatpants. Jake decided to make himself comfortable. His hoodie is shed and now lying on one of the chairs by your window as he sits against the headboard watching something on his phone while some random 2000's sitcom is playing softly on the TV at the foot of the bed.

When hears you exit the bathroom he turns off his phone and sets in on the nightstand and gets comfortable in the pillows patting the spot next to him.

"reserved VIP seating just for you, pretty girl" The smile on his face almost makes your knees buckle as you shuffle over to the empty side of the bed and lie down next to him.

He lazily wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you just slightly closer. You feel the warmth of his chest against your back as he nuzzles into the back of your neck, his breath tickling you as he inhales the scent of your freshly showered hair.

"tomorrow..." he starts softly "you're mine"

"Oh? And what if I made plans to go enjoy myself in this lovely city," you say playfully. Your hand reaches down to play with the rings on his fingers that were once holding your waist.

"Hmmm too bad"

You giggle softly and lean back into him as you close your eyes and relax into his hold. As you do so, you feel him relax against you, breath evening out as he mindlessly holds you just a bit tighter.

As you let much-needed sleep take over your brain, the conversation of what will happen when you inevitably blow off your friends tomorrow and what all of this means for the two of you leaves your brain. That's a problem for tomorrow's you. Tonight's you is contently snuggled up in Jake's embrace wondering what kinda voodoo shit she cast to end up in this position and what other kind of voodoo shit she can cast to make it last a little bit longer.

And when you wake up in the morning to Jake's pouty face trying as hard as he can (and succeeding) to keep you in bed for just 5 more minutes, you realize maybe you won't have to try too hard to keep him around.

authors note: sooooo what do we thiiiink? I reworked this like 20 times and i think I’m finally semi-satisfied with it so I hope you all enjoyed it!!

[midnightloversmusic]

HELLOOO first request kinda nervous✌️😋

Can I hav3 poly! Wolfstar where you wanna get a tattoo Mostly fluff some dirty jokes....?

Hiii thanks for the request!!! Just a warning I have never gotten a tattoo so idk how accurate this is, sorry if anythings off! enjoyyyyy

Edit: omg I’m so blind I just re-read the request and realized you wanted poly wolfstar and I wrote for poly marauders my bad I’m so sorry😭😭

Cw: talk of needles/getting a tattoo. Reader referred to as “girl”, reader talks about having previous tattoos

Poly!marauders x fem!reader 640 Words

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James’s hand was squeezing yours. You think It was more for his comfort than your own.

His arm was outstretched behind him to reach you, and he was facing a wall while squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

Saying he was squeamish with needles would be an extreme understatement.

Remus stands next to him, rubbing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“You’re doing great, James.”

He just whimpers in return.

Your heart twists a little at the thought of James being here to comfort you, even though the thought of needles or getting tattoos pains him, or as he once told you, makes him nauseous.

He was appalled at your previous suggestion that he stayed home.

“I’m not staying home while they stab my girl hundreds of times with a needle! I’m grown, I can handle it. I want to be there for you.”

His tangent had convinced you then, but you feel horrible now.

Though, the feeling might be slightly related to the needles pricking your skin.

You hear Sirius snicker quietly from his spot kneeling beside you.

He whispers into your ear,

“Remus has to tell James he's doing great like he’s getting the bloody tattoo, eh?”

One look at Sirius’s face, scrunched up in an odd way that you know indicates he's holding back a boisterous laugh, makes you have to work hard to hold back your own.

“Don’t make fun of him! He’s obviously suffering.”

Sirius has to cover his mouth to stifle the giggles that come over him.

Remus glares at him.

You were fine. Honestly. You have gotten tattoos before, it wasn't that big of a deal. Obviously it wasn’t a pleasant experience, but it wasn’t a horrible one either. The end products have (so far) all been worth it.

Sirius is no stranger to tattoos; most of his body was covered in intricate patterns and designs, some of which he had even done himself.

Out of all of your boyfriends, Sirius was the most helpful when it came to this.

Remus has a few tattoos, but he got them done a while ago. And although he’d never admit it, he used numbing cream.

He wasn’t completely useless though. When the artist left the room he made a particular comment about kissing it better after the tattoo healed. Which resulted in you flushing and stumbling over your words when the Artist came back in to ask you questions about what you wanted done.

You definitely didn't get points for subtlety because the artist noted the blush on your face and the slight smirk on Remus’ and continued to throw curious glances between you and your boyfriends for the rest of the session.

James, bless his oh too big heart, is still squeezing your hand as the artist finishes up.

When he says he's done and hands you a mirror to check it out, James lets out a relieved sigh

“Oh thank god,” He lets out in a quick breath,

“Anymore of that and I would have been heaving on the floor, lovie.”

The artist makes a judgmental expression, and Sirius rolls his eyes but gets up to give James a slap on the back and congratulate him for not throwing up.

Remus makes his way over to you, handing off James to be Sirius’s problem.

You are looking in the mirror with awe. Your tattoo came out perfect, just what you wanted.

Remus grabs your waste and positions you so he can get a look.

“Wow Dove, looks amazing.”

You hear a wolf whistle come from over his shoulder,

“Smokin’ hot, love” Sirius says

James, still not wanting to look, goes

“I’m sure it looks amazing, honey. I'm happy that you’re happy with it.”

You giggle and thank them, slightly bashful from their compliments.

After a few weeks, Remus acts on his previous promise with James and Sirius hot on his tail.

[askoverkill]

entirely unrelated to this but i was going to run my own AU thing in a similar style to yours, with asks giving input, but my AU actually has... combat. and i was wondering if you would have any suggestion as to how i would handle that to be the right balance of not-tedious (actually a little tedious it IS isat) but also not-nonexistent

// awesome! I love to hear people are making more projects. We need more works in the world. I hope you have fun 💖

// firstly, I want to talk about interaction. Using online feedback as a feature in the story has its ups and downs. The best advice I can give is tell the story YOU want to tell first most.

// If you need to send your own asks or post as a post instead, do so! It's super cool to get people to be creative and push the story in ways you'd never expect, it's rewarding and creative for both sides in the collaboration BUT ultimately, you are the director of the story.

// try to give every post a purpose. If you can fit more than one, the better. Does the post have a joke? Is it progressing the plot? Is there a fun character interaction? If it doesn't have anything, rethink your approach to it. Sometimes a post HAS to be set up for a later scene, but try to make it entertaining or introspective or something in addition.

(I'm struggling with this as we repeat plot beats. As a timeloop story, repetition is necessary to give what DOES change have importance. I'm still figuring out what's the best approach and how much to change each loop.)

Formatting: find a work flow that works best for you! I'm used to boring repetition and edits so Im fine making my blog so image heavy like this. Text works fine!!!! What matters the most is readability and your convince! Stories are already a LOT of work, don't give yourself anything more than necessary!

// PACE yourself. It's not a contest and you are doing this for free and for fun. If you're not feeling up to it, don't make anything. Breaks are a part of the process. I'm mega ADHD hyperfixating distraction coping and I AM NOT a good example of productivity. Don't judge yourself for your output. Focus on having fun and interacting with others.

// OK General askblog advice aside, now to focus on your actual question. It'd really depend on what you're comfortable with and the level of interaction you want for the story.

// it's important to remember this is a completely different format and medium than a video game. If you tried to make it into a video game you're going to fail. A fight in-game will have a hundred little inputs within minutes while an askblog takes IRL time between posts and asks.

// Polls have a minimum of 24 hours so they're a bit inconvenient for quick engagement like with askblogs let alone fights! If you really need fights, then simplify a single turn into an ask? A whole fight? Maybe spin a wheel or flip a coin? Maybe, since it's an ask format, have fans suggest outcomes and pick what's the most entertaining?

// alternatively, skip combat and just have it happen between posts. You've got a ton of options, and I'm sure there's way more I hadn't considered.

// work with what you've got and don't be afraid to simplify or ask for more advice. If anyone else has suggestions, feel free to shoot some here! Best wishes! 👌

[all-pacas]

Top 10 Chase moments.

wait it's. it's hard to think of ten. what are the criteria. wait

in no order, here's 10 things i enjoy:

whenever he bonds with a kid, especially since he does it the same way every time: give them candy and talk to them on their level (about girls with the kid in cursed, aliens with the kid in cane and able). he's sooooo big brother (you ever notice, btw, how he's not like this with teenagers. he is so dismissive of teens he hates them so much. reason #87 retcon sister makes so much sense to me)

he's lowkey such a troll? i love when he lets his inner petty self shine, making fun of cameron in spin nonstop, poking at foreman and pretending he wants to be in charge in s7, he really enjoys Instigating and it's very silly

this is turning into a personality trait list uhh another moment i like: that petty side of chase rarely manifesting into stubbornness. in cursed he's mad at rowan so he decides to brute force test for EVERY auto-immune disease out of spite. in post mortem he's mad at treiber, so he decides to lock himself in the basement and brute force symptoms out of spite. he's so lazy 85% of the time and then he gets annoyed and works his ass off and is so good at it. house absolutely must hate this about him

in "poison" there's a moment where the kid is having a seizure and the subtitles say CHASE: Stay calm, and the words that chase utters are "stay cool, mate," and i think this is so funny. inexplicably

when cameron describes his apartment as "decorated by a drunk rugby player." so specific. so mysterious. i don't know what it means but i'm sure it's atrocious.

him becoming best friends with park's grandma. incredible. a++. it's funny on the face of it, them hanging out and playing card games, but it's also both sad and heartwarming. this man just wants a family!! it took him almost forty years but he's getting there!!

i love the running joke that chase isn't just good looking, but THE most attractive human on the planet, a 15 in the world of 10s. in the world of the show, other characters are average to good-looking (not beautiful actors), but not chase. he is THAT pretty. it is so funny to me. cameron was hired for her looks but chase is the one house spends more time objectifying. incredible.

his utter lack of fashion sense. his sweater-vests are an improvement over his horrendous color and pattern coordination, but it's still such an... old man fashion choice, you know? there are so many ways to style a shirt and tie and look fantastic and chase consistently goes "no, i will dress like a 60 year old/in the dark instead."

that his retcon sister calls him robbie. this COULD be a childhood nickname, but i also absolutely believe chase is the type of grown man who, in his late thirties, would still introduce himself as "robbie." very rich kid of him. love it.

whenever, despite chase's stated desire to be distant and apathetic and aloof, he completely fails. falls over himself, dripping compassion and empathy. he hates the nun in damned if you do; the second she gets upset he trips in his haste to pray with her. he sees thirteen upset and spends all of after hours desperately trying to help her. he's mad as hell at cameron in lockdown, but the second she starts crying he drops everything to comfort her. he is so fucking bad at this!!!

BONUS, RELATED TO ABOVE: that chase is the world's worst liar. i bet house has invited him to poker night entirely to clean him out and win thousands from him. i bet chase thinks he's a pretty good liar but literally no one has ever once been fooled.

[anto-pops]

I've recently read lots of short fics at wattpad and also some of yours from your masterpost, and since I'm new to the fandom, I can't understand one thing... Why it is common among fic authors to picture Sebastian with a "breeding kink"? To be honest, it's really interesting to read them, because they're all well written and beautiful, but why? It's like every character might be anyone with any kind of preferences, but Sebastian is pictured mostly like this? It's a common joke for fun in the fandom and since I'm new I don't get it? :) (sorry for possible mistakes, not a native speaker)

LMAO you're all good lovie ! Honestly, I couldn't tell you why so many people like portraying him like that. For me personally, I like to characterize him in my stories as someone who's possessive, obsessive, and clingy, so him being into the concept of breeding the MC adds a little ✨ oomf ✨ to that. Like she's all his inside and out.

There's also the fact that Sebastian's whole family is basically dead. Anne isn't cured by the end of the game, so there's no chance she could possibly have a kid or safely deliver one without dying (in my opinion). In my one breeding-kink-heavy fic End of the Line, Sebastian outright mentions that he wants to build a legacy and pass on his family name so that it doesn't die with him. So that's also a possible reason the theme is so popular if other writers are taking it into account.

For me, Canon Sebastian vs. Fanon Sebastian are two very different people because I'm always incorporating a few years into my fics to make him older. So he's more sure of himself, more confident, and more in tune with what he wants. If the man wants to turn MC into a twinkie to lay some ultimate claim on her, then by God he's gonna do it

Ultimately I think it boils down to all of us being kinky, weird freaks LOL. Out of all the characters in HL, I think Sebastian is the one who tends to be the most emotional, so that kind of translates into him being the one most willing/inclined to go crazy during sexy time.

[silly-landmine-positivity]

Introducing...

Silly Landmine Positivity! ☆

Long story short, this is meant to be what the confession blogs aren't. Fun, hate-free, non-bigoted, and most of all, SILLY! I get that we're all mentally ill, and struggling, but I want to be able to facilitate more positivity in the jirai community. After all, we're all in this together, aren't we~? ( •̀ᴗ•́ )✧

(The rules are under the cut. Please read them before sending an ask or interacting.)

Next, I want to cover what is and isn't acceptable for this blog. I will personally read through and approve every ask before it's posted, so if yours isn't, assume it broke the rules in some way.

Good! (人´∀`)

❥ Jokes of any sort*! These can be SH-related, ED-related, sex jokes, or anything else.

*As long as it isn't bigoted or insensitive.

☆ Fashion tips! Jirai is a lifestyle, yes, but there is a fashion surrounding it, and while it's not as important as the lifestyle, it is integral to the community as a whole.

❥ Questions or recommendations for me! I will answer any inquiries about the landmine lifestyle, jirai kei, or any other related topics to the best of my ability if I feel comfortable enough to do so.

☆ Media recommendations! There's not enough jirai media in the world, I fear ՞߹ - ߹՞ please share anything that you've found either featuring or revolving around jirai kei.

❥ As a general rule of thumb, if it would bring happiness or help, it's likely okay to send!

Not so good... (⑉･̆-･̆⑉)

☆ Vents. This is meant to be a positive blog. There are other spaces on Tumblr for rants and negative feelings, but please don't put them here. This isn't one of them.

❥ Discourse! I want this blog to be a safe zone of sorts, a beacon of light in all the chaos and drama of the jirai community. Again, there are spaces on Tumblr for that, but this isn't one of them.

☆ Bigotry! Please don't interact if you are racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, etc. This blog does not tolerate anything of that sort.

❥ A good rule of thumb is that if it aims to put down other jirais or is a discourse topic, it's not okay to send here.

And finally, the miscellaneous stuff. This includes the trigger tags that this blog uses, a little about me, and a picture of my cat! :3

Trigger tags! (๑•́︿•̀๑)

Self-harm: "#tw sh"

Eating disorders AND disordered eating: "#tw ed"

Sexual assault: "#tw sa"

Hypersexuality: "#tw hypersexual"

Otherwise suggestive content: "#tw suggestive"

About the Mod! (⁎ᴗ͈ ⩊ ᴗ͈⁎)

You can call me Silly, and I use any pronouns except she/her. I am a minor. I've been a jirai since late 2024! I like Project Sekai, vocaloid in general, the Neon Gods series by Katee Roberts, OMORI, the Amazing Digital Circus, and a few other fandoms that I won't list here.

Now, as promised, a picture of my cat. His name is Bandit and he drinks tap water ᐢᴗ͈ ᴗ͈ᐢꕀ♡

[purplesimmer455]

Friday night, Iseul takes Megan out to the LateNite Ramen* restaurant. It’s owned by a couple who moved from Mt. Komorebi to Nordhaven, and is highly recommended by Riley, who ate there a few times and always enjoyed the experience. Iseul has butterflies in her stomach as Megan picks her up and they head to the restaurant together. The whole ride there, Iseul holds Megan’s free hand, and tries not to melt as Megan strokes her thumb over her skin. They arrive and book a table, and thankfully there’s a shorter wait than Iseul had anticipated. The host shows them to their table, and Iseul pulls out the chair for Megan just as Megan pulls out a chair for her, “You first, Liao.” Iseul says with a grin. “Excuse me, Kang, I’m a gentlewoman, you first.” Megan says, and Iseul concedes.

As they peruse the menu, Iseul sneaks peeks at Megan. “What?” Megan asks once she’s caught Iseul in the act. “Nothing, you just look gorgeous, Megs.” Iseul says softly, causing Megan to blush. “Oh, thanks Issy. You look really handsome. I didn’t get a chance to dye my grays though.” She adds, Iseul shakes her head. “I like it. You look so sexy, and it makes me think of the two of us growing old and gray together one day,” she says, causing Megan to blush. “Yeah? I like to think of that too, just sitting together on our porch, being retired and visiting places together, and having the grandkids visit,” Iseul smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “And woohooing each other as much as we can.” She adds. “Is! But we’ll definitely woohoo, even if it won’t be as crazy and intense as it is now,” Megan says with a smile. "I mean, there are woohoo toys and such if, for example, we get arthritic hands as elders. My friend Dani is an elder, and they mentioned that there's a lot of stuff made to make wooohoo accessible and enjoyable for people who are elderly and/or disabled." Iseul says, and Megan nods. "Yeah, it's kinda cool. Not that woohoo is the most important thing in life, but if sims want to do it alone or with each other, they should be able to do it safely and pleasurably," Megan adds thoughtfully.

Megan talking about woohoo makes Iseul feel flirtatious and turned on, and she tries to tamp it down and change the subject to food. “So, um, Ri told me the Miso ramen here is amazing.” She says, looking away from Megan’s lips. “Hm, yeah it looks tasty.” Megan says, picking up the menu to look at it. "Like you,” she adds coyly, looking up at Iseul through her lashes and causing her to grin. “Let’s order Megs, otherwise I’ll want to pin you against the wall in the bathroom and-” Iseul breaks off, blushing. “And what?” Megan says, nudging Iseul’s foot with her own. “Guess you’ll have to find out,” Iseul half-jokes, trying to calm her racing heart. “Kang, come on.” Megan grumbles, but she grins as well. “Alright, shall we order then?” She says, and Iseul nods, raising a brow. “Sure, and shall? That’s very fancy.” She jokes. “Well, I’ve been reading a lot of regency romance novels and I love the old-timey fancy language.” Megan says with a blush that Iseul finds adorable. “Oh okay. Let’s order then, shall we?” Iseul says, grinning at Megan. "You're so dorky, Issy" Megan grumbles playfully, but she laughs too.

Edit: This gorgeous lot can be found here on the gallery, by doctor_ashley. (I love a lot of her builds). 💛

Also, I had so much fun just playing with Megs and Is and having them go to this restaurant on a date. I ended up taking a billion photos so this is post 1 of maybe 4-5 of the two. 🥰😄

[kaiasky]

so I do flow art things & obviously this has a lot of woo & astrology folks. & I have figured out a BANGER script for handling these. it works so so well

I really like the aesthetic of astrology & occult & especially how you can weave connections between numerology and tarot and astrology (get em on side)

Buuuuut... idk... astrology seems fun until people start making decisions about/for you based on it & then it's so obvious how terrible it is. (the hesitance is important u don't wanna be lecturing u wanna be sharing ur honest thoughts)

I once talked to this guy who said that because his girlfriend was a water sun fire moon, she was just always mad for no reason & that he didn't need to listen to why she was mad bc he understood that it was just her nature. what the fuck man!! (get people on side by conjuring a Shitty Dude. the guy is 100% real though.)

Buuuuut that I think they can be neat as a social technology to have deeper conversations without it being awkward! Ex: If somebody asks "what do you admire about yourself" I'd be super tempted to make some joke answer. but being able to talk genuinely about how u see urself is useful!

wait. okok I'm a cap sun virgo moon aries rising. stereotypically what does that tell you about me. (fun minigame!)

Rejected: "other than what time my mom gave birth" (u can throw this in with the right crowd for a laugh but 3/4 times I had to like explain. unfun)

(looking for stuff like hard worker, organized, leader, routines, jobs & material success) ok god I wish I'm sooo lazy and disorganized there's like 4 pans in my sink right now probably.

so like idk inferring from the signs to the personality is I think totally wrong like. [draw an incorrect & possibly insulting conclusion from their signs]. which is like so rude. but like when you explain it [repeat something they've attributed to their signs] it's like a good way to talk about yourself on a deeper level. (show u are listening. also demonstrate zodiacal knowledge by pulling out insulting stereotype for their moon/sun combo.)

the thing I do relate to with "earth sign" is that. when I want to comfort somebody the most natural way is by doing something physical. yknow--let me get you some water. I'm sorry your head hurts, here's some ibuprofen. let me cook you soup. let me bike to chipotle and buy you a burrito. like I know some people who... you just talk to them and you remember everything you love about the world. and I have to practice & work really hard to get close to that. but I *can* insist you stay hydrated & I think that counts for something. (playing, in good faith, the astrology psychoanalysis game. By playing the game well, it demonstrates my thesis about how it's a useful game but a terrible belief.)

but even then there's still... something about it that weirds me out like.. I feel like once I tell somebody my chart, it's easy to unconsciously remember the things that fit the stereotype and not the bits that don't fit, flattening people. idk it's kinda unavoidable, I feel the same with like "nerd" or "raver". or gender stereotypes too. Like it's unavoidable but I wish I could know people as just themselves without that baggage, right. (THAT'S RIGHT FUCKERS WE'RE GONNA TALK ABOUT GENDER ROLES. but also like. i think this plays well in the flow community where people do value being individuals & the idea that someone should try to know *you* at a deep and honest level. it's tailored to the crowd.)

(here is where I play my private little prank) i guess the other way I relate to earth sign stereotypes is like. ok when I was explaining how I feel about astrology it's all about the effects, right. Like it's not "I don't like it bc it's factually wrong" or "I like it because it connects me to spirituality". I don't like it because it's prejudiced and unfair. but I'm sometimes cautiously fond of it bc it's a conversational tool to have deep talks about personal subjects. For me it's all about what it does and how it leads people to treat others. (that's right fuckers. I don't believe in astrology Because I'm An Earth Sign. it was all leading up to this.)

generally at this point it's time to let other people talk so I don't sound lecture-y

idk like. idt I'm gonna make people stop using astrology but I do feel like it maybe gives people a perspective of like.. "oh yeah it does seem pretty fucked to use this predictively, I do rly wish people would see the real me". at the very least I hope I give them something to think abt next time they trip lmao

[comfymoth]

Im genuinely very confused about Quinn’s sexuality is it like she’s asexual and just makes really dirty jokes or is it that she’s asexual but has her exceptions????

i never really planned on getting into the details of this on main, so this might be a very awkward explanation, but i’ll do my best to clear things up, haha! i guess i feel like it’s only fair

quinn’s still very aroace, but yeah, she makes a lot of dirty jokes (leon’s influence smh), and sometimes she has sex. i don’t think i’d say she has ‘exceptions,’ because it’s like— she’s still ace the whole time, no one and nothing bypasses that. she’s just sometimes willing to participate in her own aroace way.

i think the metaphor i connected the most with when i was first starting to figure out my sexuality was the food metaphor? i know it’s not perfect, but for simplicity i’m just gonna go with that. so with quinn, let’s say she never gets hungry. that’s how it works for her. but if someone she was really close with invited her to have dinner, she might go just to have a fun time. she can’t eat everything on the menu, since she doesn’t feel hungry, she’s a very picky eater— and sometimes she might not even get food at all, sometimes she just wants to be there and hang out. sometimes she just wants to serve the food, or cook for someone who is hungry! but there are other things she gets out of dinner besides just food, so if a partner invites her and she feels up for it, she’ll go. if that makes any sense. i’m trying to be very tumblr friendly with this explanation, haha, i’m still figuring out what i can and can’t say

[ollyissleepy]

𝟎𝟓. 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 (𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤) 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥

summary: Geto takes out (name) on a date! a/n: in june the chapters will start coming out more often (once a week probably) cw: none reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated

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Geto spots them first, walking toward the park. He catches the way (Name)’s face lights up the moment they see him, a small but genuine smile tugging at their lips. They fasten up their pace, not wanting to keep Suguru waiting any longer.

"I hope you didn’t wait too long," (name) says as they fall into step beside him.

"Don’t worry about it," Geto shrugs, hands in his pockets. "You look nice."

"Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself," (name) replies, giving him a playful once-over.

Suguru offers (Name) his hand, which they happily take, interlocking their fingers with his. The pair walks through the park alleys, Geto taking the lead — he already has the perfect picnic spot in mind.

"So, what do you have in mind for today’s date?” (Name) asks, glancing over at him. “Are we just going to sit somewhere, take a few pictures, and eat?”

"I thought we could do something a little corny," Geto replies.

"Like?" (Name) raises a brow, half-curious, half-amused.

"Saw some couples doing finger paintings," Geto says" "We’ll each paint one of our fingers and press them onto a canvas. Then we’ll paint the rest like it’s us holding hands or something."

"Sounds cute," (name) says with a grin.

Geto takes (name) deeper into the park, away from most people who came there. He doesn't let his friend do anything as he sets up the space, laying out the blanket, placing the basket with food onto the side and taking out all of the art supplies he bought just for the occasion.

They settle down on a soft blanket under a tree, the sunlight filtering through the leaves above. Geto sets two canvases and paint supplies out between them.

"You really came prepared," (name) says, eyeing the art kit.

"What can I say? I commit to the bit." Geto shrugs with a faint smirk.

"Alright. Are you ready?" He unscrews one of the tiny paint jars and dips his finger in his favourite colour.

"Yup," (name) says, already dabbing their favourite colour onto their index finger. "So ready."

They both lean over the canvas and press their painted fingers side by side. The prints come out a little smudged, but neither of them really cares about it. Both of them put more paint on their fingers and repeated the process on the other canvas. Then, both of them add legs and hands to each painting, making sure each pair of fingerprints has their hands interlocked.

Both of them move away from the canvas, watching the paint dry under the dappled sunlight. The little handprint artwork sits in the middle of the blanket like a proud, slightly chaotic trophy.

"Think that’s enough art for one date?" Geto leans back on his palms, glancing toward the picnic basket.

"Definitely," (name) says, stretching out their legs. "I’m starving."

He pulls the basket closer, opening it to reveal neatly packed containers, a couple of sandwiches, some cut-up fruit, and a small box of sweets.

They eat while casually chatting. They joke about mutual friends, gossip lightly about things they’re not supposed to know, and poke fun at each other’s paint skills.

Their laughter carries over the quiet hum of the park, mixing with the soft rustle of leaves and distant conversation from nearby paths.

Both of them decided on the pictures that each will post on their social media. All to make sure Gojo believes the date actually happened.

The sun has dipped lower by the time they pack everything up, folding the blanket and tucking the canvas carefully into one of the bags. The park is quieter now, golden light casting long shadows as they make their way toward the bus stop.

Geto reaches out without a word, slipping his hand into (Name)’s as they walk. 'For appearances', he told them.

They walk in comfortable silence, passing a few people here and there, no one they know, but the hand-holding stays. Just in case.

When they reach the stop, the bus is already pulling into view. (Name) lets go of his hand slowly, almost reluctantly.

"It’s my bus," they say, stepping back.

"Yeah," Geto nods, hands back in his pockets. "I’ll… see you around."

"Sure," (name) replies, offering a small smile as they step onto the bus.

Geto stays there as the doors close behind them, watching the bus pull away. (Name) catches one last glimpse of him through the window, standing there, still, one hand lifting in a small wave.

They wave back just before the bus turns the corner and he’s out of sight.

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