#pebble does this at least once a day

[technically-human]

Pebble, the sweetest baby, probably the most holdable Stone:

\(●^●)/

Egg, that little evil guy whose emotions are too big for his body: *absolutely smitten*

He is smitten

ko-fi

[writingwisterias]

lmao How do you think Leon's eras would react to a reader who is ovulating and she simply wants to be with him all the time? 😔😔

Oh he loves a challenge of his stamina...

Warnings: Smut,MDNI, Creampies, Soft Dom!Leon, Breeding Kink, Cockwarming, Overstimulation, Ovulation, Drinking, Teasing, Cow-Girl, Slight Subby Leon (implied once...Re2 ofc)

AFAB!Fem!Reader

RE2:

At first he's already tired with the whiplash of your emotions he's gone through throughout the week.

You've been pushing him away, wanting his touch to then back to pushing him away

So when he's sat on the couch and you come in dressed in his shirt and underwear, his attention is immediately taken

After all you've only been wearing bag clothes and sweats so the sudden change...is interesting

You sit on his lap and he's already twitching, he's getting real excited and you haven't even done anything

It goes the same way it always does, a heated make out sessions that then gets dragged to the bedroom where he'll spend at least an hour edging himself into your pussy because he doesn't want it to end

When it finally does and you are full with his cum, he collapses on the bed only to have you swing your leg over and drench him in the mixture of the two of you..

Leon's nervous, a more Subby headspace coming closer as you rock your hips against his sensitive cock begging yourself for another round

Who is he to refuse

RE4R:

You are normally all over him when get gets back from things but today...it was different

Its only when he catches you looking at your app that he realizes what week it is

And he delivers...

He basically becomes a doll for you that you can command to do what you need

You need to be fucked from behind? He's already thinking of the pace hes gunna use

You wanna ride him? He's in position

Its like it rubs off onto him because his cock is constantly leaking throughout the day even if you aren't doing anything

His sweats will have wet patches in the front when he thinks about how needy you are

Infinite Darkness:

Considers it a rewards for how moody you are the week before

But fucking loves trying to sedate the need

Spends the entire week trying not to cave into your advances

Watching you struggle and become a little needier everyday

Sometimes he genuinely can't help it since he's not around but he's a smug bastard and loves when your brattier side comes out

When it does he's punishing you but giving you exactly what you asked for and then some

Your pussy is spent by the end of it, a constant stream of cum leaking out of your puffy lips

He loves he extra affection after, loves it even more if you give him the extra affection when he's still plugged inside you

Damnation:

Smug bastard like ID Leon and sees how long you can go before you are practically begging to sedate your needs

Instead he finds you wrapped up in his shirt trying to use the toy you have when hes away

That just won't do

He's immediately on you helping you, plugging you with his cock and his cum

Afterwards if you are still clingy he's holding you in his lap as he drinks or watches the TV

Helping you get as close to his body as you can hopefully giving you the comfort you seek

Loves it if you are little bit shy about it, like you aren't normally this horny when it happens he smug and just treats it

Also teases you because of your embarrassment

RE6:

Vendetta:

Knows somethings up when you start wearing his favorite shirts

He'll come back from work to just you prancing around his shirts cooking his favorite meal

Its when he hugs you from behind and your nipples already start to pebble through the material as his aftershave hits you, that he realizes

Waits for you to finish dinner, waits for you to admit you want it

He can feel himself getting harder as you snuggle in closer on his lap, squirming your ass against his cock to try and rile him up

When you feel it's hard and twitching you become feral for it

He lets you, opening his legs and lifting his hips so you can take it off

Welcomes the warmth and clenches of you pussy as you sink down on him

And absolutely adores the sight of you riding him in his shirt

Your breast poking through as your back arches

Nipples staying perfectly perked up as the fabric moves over them

Willingly gives you creampies, helping you empty his balls of everything's hes got for you

Death Island:

He can see that you are hesitant to invade his space with your needs

Spying you sitting across from him on the couch, wrapped up in a black with your hand drawing lazy circles on your clit

He's drinking again, lost in thought with everything in his mind but your horiness this week is a welcomed distraction

He makes you work for it though, making you use your fingers to give yourself an orgasm before you can have his cock

Reassures you the entire time that you aren't bothering him and it's a welcomed distraction

As he gets lost in through each thrust he makes gets harder and harder

Completely gets lost in you and you get lost in him

His brain filled with the image of his fluids leaking out around him as he pulls out

Takes a break and a few more sips until you are begging for another round

To which he just smirks and drags you to the bedroom

He knew the day was coming

After all you had your most fertile day circled on the calender every month

It was his favorite day of course...a night filled with endless creampies in hopes he can finally get you pregnant

Because of that you are both like bunnies that day, he doesn't even notice you are clingier than normal

Doesn't care that there's scratches down his back where you are blissfully getting cock drunk

He loves that the breaks in-between each round gets shorter

the fact that his age is even keeping up with this amazes him

It makes him feel wanted and important with how clingy you get

Where you just need him in your space and it doesn't matter if its for sex

He always make sure to wear the all black outfits and your favorite aftershave of his just so it really gets you going

[fishsticks231]

polytrix gym hcs bc i’m a gym rat

they all definitely work out bc they have to be strong enough to fight the demons. zoey introduced them to the gym bc she picked it up when she lived in the us. all three of them are a fan of the punching bag. also they all do tiny kisses in between their breaks

rumi

abnormally strong bc she’s half demon

like first time in the gym zoey was like “ok bench the bar” and rumi was like ok 👍 and proceeded to go up in weight until like 225

zoey was surprised to say the least

zoey and rumi make bets for prs

zoey-“if you don’t squat 315 you’re gonna eat an entire spoonful of wasabi”

rumi- “yeah and if you don’t bench 175 you’re doing dishes for the entire week”

it’s a great motivator for both of them

she tolerates cardio. she really only does a warmup in the beginning of her workout

she loves randomly flexing for zoey and mira and they both gush about it

there was a photoshoot and the photo that went absolutely viral was rumi carrying the girls on both of her shoulders

she’s so locked in during her workouts. mira and zoey yap in between sets but rumi looks like she’s fighting demons(no pun intended) to the point that zoey thinks that rumi hates working out because she looks mad all the time

zoey

zoey is the gym rat of the group

she got into powerlifting and did a few competitions in the us but wasn’t able to once she join huntrix. partly because of being recognized and never having the time

rumi and mira find a powerlifting comp near by and purposely clear their schedule with bobby to let zoey compete. they all go in disguises and shenanigans ensue. zoey absolutely sweeps in every category

she really likes cardio for some reason. it calms her mind a lot

zoey- “guys try this new protein powder i got. it’s supposed to taste like fruity pebbles”

mira- “last one we tried was oreo flavored and it tasted like actual sludge so i’m gonna pass”

zoey listens to a lot of k pop when she works out

mira

mira HATES cardio. like absolutely refuses to do it

she’s not super into weight lifting but she got into boxing

mira isn’t serious about working out like the other two are so she’s just there for the vibes

mira listens to a lot of metal/hard rock

zoey-“hey i’m curious, what do u listen to when you work out?”

mira-“idk metal playlist i found. wanna listen?” *they switch earbuds*

zoey-“why is this guy screaming the entire time and i think the bass just punctured my eardrums”

mira-“are you seriously listening to our music?”

zoey-“hey if this can seal the honmoon it can get me through leg day”

anytime zoey or rumi go for a pr mira is the number one hype man

[the-s1lly-corner]

Being new to Gardenview

Aka "I had fun writing the long slender mansion posts that I wanted to do something similar with other fandoms

Note that requests are still limited to 3-4 characters max

Notes: reader is gn, toon reader, vague what the readers interests are unless implied otherwise for a character, you're freshly baked, pre game, no pebble or coal, you came around Christmas for the holiday toons anyone else can be any time of year, platonic for everyone since you're brand spanking new, long post, written on mobile, couldn't tag everyone but everyone is here minus pebble and coal

CWs: none

DANDY

He's probably the first one to greet you, honestly. He's like... THE toon. The show is named after him, he's the poster boy after all!

Surely he won't be at least a little annoyed that someone already beat him to the punch.... right...? Right??

He's a very busy toon, not only is he a main but he's also again, THE main. Getting to talk to him for more than a minute while there's visitors is nearly impossible... but he'll be sure to drop by your room for a hello once everything calms down for the day! ...maybe...

ASTRO

It's not that he's overstimated- mostly- it's just that he's tired by the time the day is over with... so it'll take him a while to approach you to welcome you... and he may seem out of it if you approach before he's ready

He's nice! A little accidentally... distant.. but he truly is happy to see a new toon added to gardenviews lineup. Who wouldn't be happy to have a new potential friend?

Ignore how he's seemingly nodding off where he stands... ts not that you're boring. He's simply a little sleepy...! You'll have to get used to that..!

VEE

Oh cool, a new toon. She's not going to be all over you but she's not going to ignore you if you come say hi. Small talk before she's swept away by the visitors.. or you're snatched away

If you seem like the smart type she might just invite you onto her show... she's not usually so quick to let someone on but what the hell! Who wouldn't want a new face to spice things up!

She is quick to set some boundaries up of you're pushing buttons or pose any risk to her techy bits

SHELLY

She doesn't let the fact you didn't notice her at first effect her... at least not outwardly. She's more forgiving in this instance anyways, you did just arrive afterall

Gives you a nice welcome- she's just happy to have someone new to talk to... if you ever want to have a nice camera hang out she's your girl to go to..! Just.. don't forget that she's just a call away..!

There's more time to talk to her during the day due to her being not as popular as the other Mains :( or even some of the non mains...

SPROUT

Oh heeeeeeeey you! He's probably already heard about you! If not from another toon than through one of the handlers!

He's not gonna be all over you but he's at least going to make you feel welcome enough- at least a normal amount of welcoming! He doesn't strike me as the type to be overly buddy buddy with a new toon just because they've just come out of.... wherever the toons are made...

He does seem to perk up a little if you express an interest in the ktichen... common ground can go far!

BOXTEN

It takes him a minute to approach you... he's gotta work himself up to it- he's not the boldest toon out there.. and he seems a little proud of himself that he didn't stumble over his words...! He will be overthinking his first impression later that night though...

The fact you're getting swarmed also puts him off a little... it's just so many people- it's overwhelming. Makes him wonder how he pulled through the initial hype when he was new.. silently sympathizes with you- tried to quietly give you reassurance from across the room but the voice in the back of his mind tries to tell him it looks like he's mocking you

He doesn't really talk.. not really a rambler either, especially with an acquaintance... but he does take note of any questions you have and tries to direct you to who could possibly help you once it becomes clear that he might not be the best fit

BRIGHTNEY

Her light burns a little brighter when she catches a glimpse of you... she didn't think she'd be seeing you so soon!

Wastes no time in walecoming you to gardenview, and hardly any time to bring up the boom club to see if you're interested... if you are, great! If not, that's okay!

If you ever need a hand to keep track of what you need to do and how things work around here she's more than happy to draw up a list for you and give you a hand where she can!

CONNIE

Oh she probably knows about you already... she's sneaky like that...! She's just trying to get a feel for your vibe before revealing herself. Totally. Definitely. Mhm!

She can't help herself- it's always so fun spooking new toons who don't know about her ability yet- she doesn't mean to be.. well, mean..! It's just funny!

She's got like... details on everyone! She's your gal to go for some gossip or to figure out what everyone else's deal with... though she may be biased against/for some toons so it's best to do your probing yourself to form your own opinions...

COSMO

He doesn't carry Boxtens shyness so he is more likely to approach you within a shorter time frame if you end up in the same area! He may trip over his words but that's just because he wants to make a good impression..!

If you ever need a little pick me up you can find him in the kitchen! Alongside Sprout and maybe Boxten-- and if it's the holidays ginger too...! It's a real nice place to hang out that's not too overstimulating-!

Similar to Boxten he will attempt to guide you to anyone who could help you with anything- except he's likely to physically bring you to someone or someone to you than simply... telling

FINN

Bold of you to assume he's not going to open up with a joke. "OH it's so nice to sea you," he'd wave but he wasn't sure if you'd he able to see him over the stream of visitors!

If you can bare through his constant puns he's actually not that bad. He's nice. Passionate about his interests- and of course he's going to be asking about yours!

Moderate popularity with the visitors so you can hang around and talk to him when you're not getting swarmed. He does share a good laugh about it with you- you'll get used to the attention... or find your footing once the hype dies

FLUTTER

Oh she's right by your side the second it looks like you need a breather from the swarm of visitors- you can come decompress with her until you need to get back out there..!

She's kind... a good listener. You're not sure how you can understand her when she's yet to speak a single word but you feel she's already been questioned about that a lot.. you don't want to possibly pester her with it

She lingers around you until closing to help you get through the day and the sea of visitors!

GIGI

She's friendly..! Really she is..! It's just that freshly baked toons can sometimes be fun to mess with... and she's taken a page out of Connie's book... she's not going to be a bully but she won't be able to help herself- telling you that you should totally do (x) which definitely won't make you look at least a little silly

You... might want to keep an eye on your belongings. She's usually not mean enough to nab someone else's things... maybe.. but by God the episode where she had to learn that lesson only slightly shook that habit

If you don't meet her through Connie, you'll be introduced to Connie through Gigi... as well as some other toons!

GLISTEN

Hes.. nice enough! Sure he may be... well himself.. but he's not going to ignore you if you approach him for help... though he is just a hint envious of the crowd you've made for yourself- but he's not going to fault you for it. Makes him miss the days where he was brand new and had all the attention

He's at least a little interested in finding out what your deal is... even if he's waiting to properly introduce himself- and he's definitely going to make a little show of it to make sure you don't forget his name!

Not intense.. but he does mellow out over the next few times you bump into each other once the desire to impress the newbie backs off a bit

GOOB

He's like an excited puppy when you meet each other! A new toon! Yay! A new friend, hopefully?

He's very physical- he doesn't mean to make you uncomfortable... if he is making you uneasy just say the word and he'll back off! He's not the best with subtle cues...

Oh oh oh you've gotta come with him to go meet his sister! Oh oh and you've gotta meet- you're going to meet so many toons through him...

LOOEY

Oh! New guy (/gender neutral)! He... actually doesn't lean into the clown act during an introduction. At least he doesn't rely on it- he definitely slips in a few jokes here and there if there's time but he's more focused on getting names exchanged and overall having a quick chat before he needs to go back to performing with the rest of his circus act

He's more than happy to let you come watch those acts! It'll give you a place to unwind after such a busy day! Or... if something calmer is more your style, he'll direct you to other toons

Generally a sweetheart- his cheerful demeanor comes in handy when meeting someone new- child and toon alike!

RAZZLE & DAZZLE

POPPY

Wastes zero time in introducing herself- even if you don't end up being friends in the future she's going to make sure you at least have fun on your first day

She introduces you to other toons as you come across them- she's real... bubbly. Pun only partly intended! She's going to make sure you meet just about everyone- or as many toons as possible!

And of course, she makes it clear that you're always welcome to come hang out with her and her group of gals- she'll make sure to put in a good word for you!

Similar reactions different energies! Razzle is more upbeat and open to talking. He tends to take the lead... not that he doesnt let dazzle speak of course. Dazzle also greets you! He's just lower energy

You're always welcome to their stage... or their room... if you express an interest in stories or books, Dazzle may tell you about Brightneys book club! Maybe he can help you get in... will be embarrassed if you tell him you already knew about the club

You do end up making a lot of friends through each of them- they both have their own groups of friends so double the introductions!

RODGER

A warm and polite welcome! He may ask a few questions... ice breakers mostly... and also because, well... you know...

You may or may not be spared from an interrogation- really it depends on how guarded you are with new people... and what all is going on at the moment- hes not the most popular toon but you're new... you're definitely going to be swarmed until the hype dies down

You... get the feeling it's going to be hard to keep secrets to yourself for long with him around... maybe... surely he'd respect boundaries and privacy (he does!) (At least he fully does when there's no mystery that may or may not put others in danger)

SHRIMPO

SCRAPS

She's not as... excitable or cheerful as her brother. She's definitely still cheery but she's more reserved about it. If you need a break from the visitors she can try to snag some away with the promise of arts and crafts so you're not all smothered

Arts and crafts is actually a gold way to open up to someone- a great ice breaker activity! So of course she's also going to invite you to come make something alongside her brother and toodles! It's a nice wind down activity after closing and before bedtime

Give her some time and she'll make you a welcome gift!

You hardly get a word in before he yells at you that he hates you already... you unfortunately don't know that that's his whole... thing.. so you don't know not to take it to heart or to not be confused

No like seriously what did you do you hardly introduced yourself- he cut you off after the first word... did you look at him wrong??

You quickly find out that he's just a hater, though... he's very open about his hatred for everything

TEAGAN

It doesn't take long at all for her to invite you to have some tea with her once the day calms down and all the visitors have left... it's all to get to know you better and make you feel more comfortable!

If you're comfortable with it, they will invite more toons... it'll give you a chance to get to know more of them! But if not... Teagans more than happy to just have it be the two of you

So so kind and patient with you as you get the hang of how everything works. If you ever need someone to talk to as you adjust to gardenview she's more than happy to let you vent to them

TOODLES

TISHA

It's not that she meant to ignore you... it's just that sometimes the visitors can be a little... messy... and it drives her nuts! But rest assured she will make it right once gardenview closes for the day and everything is cleaned up- and with Tishas speed and efficiency it won't take long after closing for her to stop by your new room!

Pleased that your room is- at least for now as you've yet to have a proper chance to make it a living space- neat and tidy... if you ever need a hand with things let her know... she'll at least let you know where the cleaning supplies are

You quickly pick up on a lot of tricks to get stains out and keep everything looking spick n span... Tisha is more than a little proud of herself that she's rubbed off on you

She's another easy one to get along with! There aren't many toons that Toodles outright dislikes or doesn't get along with

Talks... a lot... but that's to be expected from a kid.

You learn everything and nothing. The kid who's got dirt on everyone but doesn't have the mind to realize that it's dirt. Drops it randomly in conversation and moves on to something else like it was nothing... it's a little funny..

BOBETTE

Wastes no time at all in trying to become your friend- what's your favorite color? Music? When did you join Gardenview? What's your gimmick? She wants to know!

She's definitely gonna give you an extra gift this year for Christmas! Think of it as a "welcome to Gardenview!" Housewarming style gift! She WILL be watching you like a hawk to figure out what you like... as well as lightly interrogating everyone else for ideas

Genuinely so easy to befriend her. Not very judgy, very cheerful.. come decorate with her

GINGER

Oh... shy... she's shy... she doesn't avoid you but the first few conversations with you is... dry. Awkward. She really doesn't mean to make it that way it's just that she wasn't expecting to meet a new toon after being taken out of... where ever they keep the holiday toons

Not to mention you have a limited time to get her to warm up to you before having to put things on hold until next year... she really does try to befriend you or at least get to know you...!

Come join her with Cosmo and Sprout in the kitchen! You don't even have to bake..! You can help her decorate..! She becomes a ramblerer if you get her talking about an interest!

RUDIE

It's a Christmas miracle! A new toon has arrived! And he's definitely going to treat you like a gift... even if you were added to the toon roster before Christmas..

Not that he'd care all that much, a miracle is a miracle! And he's going to make sure you know his beliefs! Overall a joy to talk to even if he's caught up in the holidays

He is a little sad when he has to leave when the holidays end, but he promises he'll come talk to you the second he can again! He'll tell you all about what he did when he was away! Not much happens, but...!

[ghostedbyalex]

never too heavy - jackie taylor x reader

summary: five times jackie taylor got carried (and one time she did the carrying) warnings: mentions of emotional neglect; canon-typical violence; hypothermia; emotional distress; alcohol use; trauma references; wilderness survival themes; complicated friendships; unresolved romantic tension; grief; mentions of past infidelity; psychological horror undertones | words: 3.363k

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1.

The sun’s already dipping low by the time you leave the park, stretched long and gold across the sidewalk, staining everything in warm honey. The air smells like cut grass and distant barbecue, and your shoes scuff rhythmically against the concrete, kicking at cracks and stray pebbles. Jackie trails a few steps behind you, dragging her feet like the pavement itself betrayed her. You glance back. “You good?” She huffs, all dramatic—arms crossed, bottom lip poked out just enough to make you grin. “I’m tired.” “It’s not even that far.” “It is,” she insists, even though it’s the same walk you’ve done together a hundred times—between your house and hers, between school and the corner store, between wherever the two of you happened to decide was the center of the universe that day. Her ponytail bounces when she stomps once, for emphasis. “My legs hurt.” “You didn’t seem tired when we were playing tag,” you tease, nudging a rock with the toe of your sneaker. “Or when you climbed the big slide even though you said it was too scary.” “That was different.” “Uh-huh.” Jackie plops herself right down on the curb, arms folded tighter, chin jutting forward in the way that usually means she’s two seconds from demanding something impossible, like for the sun to set faster or for the clouds to stop looking weird. “I’m not walking,” she declares. You pause. Look at her. Look at the street ahead, then back again. And then you sigh like the weight of the entire world is falling squarely onto your back—exaggerated, the way kids do when they’re secretly delighted by their own kindness. “Alright,” you say, turning around and crouching down in front of her. “Hop on.” Her eyebrows shoot up. “What?” “Piggyback.” You tilt your head, looking back at her over your shoulder. “Unless you wanna sleep on this sidewalk tonight.” She hesitates. You can see it—the way she wants to say no. Wants to remind you she’s not a baby. But pride only goes so far when you’re seven and your legs are jelly and the sun’s going down. “Fine,” she mumbles. Jackie scrambles onto your back, her arms looping clumsily around your shoulders, her legs dangling awkwardly against your sides. She’s lighter than you expect. Warmer, too. Her chin rests on your shoulder, and for a moment the whole world narrows to the sound of your mismatched footsteps and the feeling of her breath ghosting against your ear. “This doesn’t mean you get to boss me around,” she mutters, voice softer than before. “Sure,” you say, adjusting your grip beneath her knees, “but it does mean you owe me an ice cream next time.” Jackie giggles. It’s quiet. Almost shy. But it bubbles up anyway—like she can’t help it. Like the idea of being carried home isn’t nearly as embarrassing as she thought it would be. “You’re weird,” she says. “Yeah,” you grin, “and you love it.” The rest of the walk feels shorter somehow, like the world lets the two of you cheat just this once. Like maybe—just maybe—it knows that some things are too important to wait for tired legs to catch up.

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2.

The field’s empty now, except for the ghost of cleat marks in the mud and a few stray cones Coach forgot to pick up. The sun’s sinking behind the bleachers, smearing everything in late afternoon gold. Your jersey clings to your back, damp with sweat, and your shins throb from a practice that was at least twenty percent running drills and eighty percent Coach yelling “again.” Jackie trails behind, slower than usual. Her braid’s half undone, socks slipping down, one cleat barely tied. Her hands are on her hips in that classic Jackie Taylor posture—chin tilted, chest out, like sheer posture might convince the world she’s fine. But she’s dragging. “God,” she groans. “Why does running exist?” A beat. “Evolution,” you answer easily, not even turning. “You know. Escaping predators. Not starving.” “Cool. So we’re just highly evolved prey.” You grin at that, letting it curve slow and easy across your mouth. But before you can reply, there’s the unmistakable shuffle of someone stepping between you—Shauna. Always Shauna. “You okay?” she asks Jackie, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Jackie’s ear. Her voice is softer when it’s directed at her, careful in a way it never is with anyone else. Jackie leans into it a little, sighing like it costs her something just to exist today. “I’m dying.” “Oh no,” you say, deadpan. “Tragic. Gone too soon.” Shauna turns her head just enough to glare at you over Jackie’s shoulder. That perfect little tight-lipped scowl she saves just for you. You can’t help it—you love poking the bear. Or in this case, the guard dog. “You’re welcome to carry her,” you add, eyebrows lifting, grin tugging wider. “Unless that’s too gay for you.” Shauna’s eyes narrow. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” “Nope.” Jackie cuts in, her voice edged with just enough whine to soften the sharpness between you and Shauna. “Can we not do this right now? My legs actually don’t work anymore.” You glance back, slowing your pace until you’re walking backward in front of them. “C’mon, Jack. It’s like… what, six blocks?” “Six million,” she corrects, frowning like the pavement itself offended her. And okay, maybe you’re supposed to act like you don’t care anymore. Like you aren’t the same kids who used to walk home from the park pretending every sidewalk crack was lava. But some habits… they’re harder to kill than you’d like to admit. You sigh. Loud. Dramatic. “Alright,” you announce, already crouching down. “Get on.” “What?” “You heard me.” Jackie blinks. Shauna looks like she’s deciding whether to throw hands or just combust from sheer irritation. “Oh my God,” Shauna mutters. But Jackie’s already stepping forward, slinging her arms around your shoulders like it’s muscle memory. Her weight shifts against your back—heavier than when you were kids but still manageable. Still her. “I swear to God,” Shauna hisses, stalking behind you. “If you drop her—” “Relax, she’s in good hands.” You flash a grin over your shoulder. “Hey, Jack. Remember when I said you owed me an ice cream for the first time?” “Yeah?” Her breath is warm against your ear. “Make it two.” Jackie laughs. Not the performative laugh she does at parties, or the carefully measured one for the boys. It’s real. Easy. Soft. “Deal.” Shauna grumbles the whole way, trailing behind you like a very judgmental shadow. But you catch it, more than once—the way Jackie rests her chin against your shoulder. The way her fingers grip tighter whenever you pretend to stumble just to make her squeal. And maybe you’re not best friends anymore. Maybe you’re something else now. Something messier. But still… something.

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3.

The forest hums around you—alive in the worst possible ways. Birds you can’t see scream somewhere overhead, and the wind carries this damp, rotting smell that never really goes away. Even when the sun breaks through the trees, it feels wrong. Like light doesn’t belong out here anymore. “Are you coming or what?” someone calls from ahead—probably Van, or maybe Nat. Voices blur together these days. You glance back. Jackie’s fallen behind. Again. She’s limping. Trying not to make it obvious, but you catch the way her jaw tightens every time her right foot hits the dirt. Her sock’s stained dark—probably blood seeping through from whatever blister she’s too stubborn to ask help for. You slow your pace until you’re beside her. Close enough to hear the sharp edge of her breathing. Close enough to feel the way everything in her is pulled tight, like a wire strung too close to snapping. “You good?” It comes out instinctive. Familiar. Almost automatic now. Jackie doesn’t answer right away. Her eyes are locked straight ahead, toward where the others are already disappearing through the trees. “Yeah,” she says. Flat. Distant. But it’s not real. It’s not even close. She’s thinner now—cheekbones sharper, collarbones poking through her borrowed jacket. The kind of thin that comes from weeks of eating almost nothing and pretending it doesn’t matter. And maybe none of this should surprise you. Maybe this was always coming. Out here, the wilderness isn’t the only thing gnawing at everyone—it’s the weight of whatever was waiting back home. All the lies, all the disappointments, all the versions of yourselves you never wanted anyone else to see. Especially not her. There’s something broken between Jackie and Shauna now. Something jagged and raw that neither of them talks about. No screaming matches. No fights. Just this awful, suffocating silence—like they’ve both decided it’s safer not to ask why. But you see it. In the way Shauna won’t look at her anymore. In the way Jackie keeps pretending not to notice. And in the way Jackie walks five steps behind her now, even when her leg’s clearly screaming at her to stop. “Jack,” you say, softer this time, “quit pretending.” She flinches. Not from the words, but from how easily you read her. Then—like a string snapping—“Fuck it,” she breathes out, dropping to sit on the nearest log, scrubbing a hand over her face like she can wipe the whole world away. “I—just—I can’t. My leg’s fucked.” You crouch without thinking. “C’mon. Get on.” Her head snaps up. “What?” “You heard me.” “I—no. No, that’s—no. I’m fine.” “Sure.” You tilt your head, deadpan. “You’re thriving. C’mon.” She hesitates. For a second, pride wrestles with pain. You see it happen—the way her jaw clenches, the way her fingers curl into fists against her thighs like maybe she’ll just sit here until the earth swallows her whole. But survival beats pride. Out here, it has to. “Fine,” she mutters, barely above a whisper. Her arms loop around your shoulders, her knees awkward against your sides. She’s lighter than you expect. Or maybe everyone’s lighter now—starved by both the wilderness and the weight of everything they left behind. You shift her weight higher. “Comfortable?” “Not remotely.” “Cool. Same.” The trail stretches out in front of you, and the chatter of the others grows fainter, distant, like another world entirely. For a while, it’s just the sound of your boots sinking into mud. The creak of her breath against your neck. The occasional sharp gasp whenever you hit a bump or duck under a low branch. Neither of you talks about Shauna. Or Jeff. Or the quiet, festering wound that’s growing wider between them with every passing day. You don’t ask. She doesn’t offer. But somewhere between the broken roots and the empty sky, Jackie lets her head rest against your shoulder. Just for a moment. Just long enough for the weight of pretending to slip—if only a little.

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4.

“You know,” Jackie mutters, stepping over a half-frozen puddle with all the grace of a newborn deer, “when I agreed to come hunting with you, I thought it would be… I don’t know. Less… this.” You glance back over your shoulder, raising a brow. “Less what?” She flings her arms wide. “This. Mud. Bugs. Tree roots that want me dead.” She kicks one for emphasis—bad idea, because she immediately winces and hops once, clutching her ankle. You grin. “That one did look particularly aggressive.” “Oh, bite me.” “Careful what you wish for,” you shoot back, teeth flashing in a wolfish smile. Jackie rolls her eyes, but there’s no real bite in it. Not with the way the corner of her mouth quirks like she’s fighting back a laugh. Truth is, she’s doing better than you expected. Her hands were shaking when you first handed her the gun—when you guided her fingers into the right place, touched her shoulders to line up her aim. But she listened. Focused. Even squeezed the trigger once, though she missed by a mile and nearly jumped out of her skin from the recoil. Still. Progress. “Admit it,” you say, stepping over a fallen log, “you’re having fun.” “I am not.” “Liar.” Jackie groans, but there’s laughter threaded into it. “Okay. Fine. A little. But I am done walking. My legs hate me. My feet hate me. Nature hates me.” “Poor, delicate, suburban princess,” you sigh dramatically. “Guess I have no choice.” Her brow furrows. “No choice to wha—” Before she can finish, you’re ducking down, bracing her legs with one arm and hauling her over your shoulder in one smooth, practiced motion. She lets out the most undignified shriek—half scandalized, half delighted. “Y/N!” “Yep?” you answer innocently, adjusting your grip as you start walking back toward camp, her legs kicking helplessly behind you. “What’s up?” “Put me down!” “Nope.” “This is undignified.” “Sure is.” “Seriously, you can’t—” “Jackie,” you interrupt, grinning so wide it aches, “you just spent twenty minutes arguing with a tree stump because you thought it was a raccoon. I think your dignity left a while ago.” She goes silent for a beat. Then, deadpan: “In my defense, it looked like a raccoon.” “Mmhm.” You can feel her laughing against your back—trying to stifle it, failing completely. It’s a good sound. A rare sound, these days. Out here, joy feels contraband. Stolen. But you’ll take it. You carry her the whole way back. Exaggerate your groaning, make sarcastic comments about her being dead weight, while she whacks your shoulder and threatens violence you both know she’d never actually commit. When camp comes into view, you finally let her down—gently, carefully. She adjusts her jacket, smoothing imaginary wrinkles, nose tipped up like she’s reclaiming whatever shred of dignity survived the journey. “Thanks,” she mumbles, not quite looking at you. You tip your head, nudging her playfully with your elbow. “Anytime, Princess.” And for a second—for just that second—it’s easy to forget how broken the world is.

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5.

You spot the shape before you even understand what it is. Just… a lump in the snow. Still. Wrong. It doesn’t compute. Not at first. The rabbit slips from your hand, falls somewhere behind you, forgotten. Your legs move before your brain catches up. “Jackie?” No answer. Just the quiet crunch of your boots pounding across the snow, and the sudden, suffocating roar of your pulse in your ears. “Jackie—” You drop to your knees beside her. Her skin’s blue. Lips, fingertips, like the color’s been drained straight from her veins. She doesn’t stir, doesn’t shiver—doesn’t anything. “No. No, no, no—” Your hands shake as you grab at her, hauling her upright. Her body slumps against you like a rag doll. Limp. Weightless in a way that feels wrong. “No—” You wedge your arms under her thighs, another around her back. Her head lolls against your shoulder, and that’s when the panic really kicks in—because Jackie Taylor has never been small to you. Never weightless. Never quiet like this. The sob punches out of your throat before you can stop it. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Jack. Please—please—” You run. Boots skidding, snow slicing at your skin, but you don’t stop. You stumble up the stairs, nearly take the door off the hinges. “OPEN—OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!” It bursts open before you finish screaming it. Nat. Tai. Van. Voices start overlapping, slamming into each other. “Oh my God—” “Is that—” “What happened?” “Get the fire—get the fire lit!” And Shauna. Shauna is there too. Her face drains of color the moment she sees the bundle in your arms—the realization slicing through her like a blade. “No—” She stumbles forward, hands out like she could somehow undo it, like she could reverse the hours, the words, the fight, the bitter weight of everything unsaid. “No, no, no, Jackie—” You drop to your knees, cradling Jackie in your lap, yanking your coat off, pressing her against you like you can pour your body heat straight into her. Shauna drops too, fumbling for Jackie’s hand. “Let me—let me help—” “Don’t touch her.” Your voice is low but venomous, trembling with something sharp and breaking. You yank Jackie closer to your chest, like Shauna herself might be the cold. “You don’t get to touch her.” “Y/N—” Her voice cracks—splinters. Her eyes are glassy, panicked. “Please—” “Get the fuck away!” You bare your teeth, hands shaking as you fight with the buttons of Jackie’s frozen shirt. “You left her out there—you all—you—” Your throat closes around the words. You can’t say it. If you say it, it becomes real. Shauna flinches back like you’ve hit her. Her hands hover uselessly before she presses them to her face, choked sobs spilling between her fingers. “I didn’t— I didn’t think—” “Yeah. No one did.” Your voice breaks as you tear open Jackie’s shirt, forcing her frozen skin against yours. “Except her. And now look.” The fireplace crackles to life. Someone throws every stick, every scrap they have at it. Shadows flicker against the walls. You rock her in your arms, pressing frantic kisses against her temple, her hairline—anywhere that still feels like her. “No one’s gonna hurt you. Not again. Not ever again. You hear me?” But her skin stays cold. And her eyes stay closed. Shauna kneels a few feet away, hugging herself like she might fold in half from the weight of what she’s done, what they’ve all done. She’s sobbing quietly now—no fight left in her, just terror. “Please, Jackie. Please stay.”

-x-

(+1)

“Come on, lightweight.” Jackie’s shoulder wedges under your arm as you stumble out of the booth, both of you giggling like you’ve just pulled the dumbest prank in the world. Which, to be fair, might not be far off. “You’re the lightweight,” you slur, poking her cheek, almost missing. “I saw you switch to water two drinks ago, traitor.” “Strategic,” she grins, adjusting her grip when you nearly trip over the leg of a barstool. “Someone had to make sure you didn’t end up trying to fight the jukebox again.” “That was one time,” you protest, squinting at the glowing neon sign by the door. “And it ate my money.” Jackie’s laughter bubbles out, breathless and bright. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” She tightens her arm around your waist. “Let’s go, last call’s been over for—” She glances back. “What, like, half an hour?” “We’re the last ones here.” You grin. “Like cockroaches.” “Disgusting,” she laughs, steering you toward the exit, both of you weaving like you’re still on uneven ground. But just as you reach the threshold, her body stiffens against yours. “Wait,” Jackie mutters, almost breathless—not from laughter this time. “Huh?” you blink, trying to focus. She’s staring past you. Up. At the TV bolted crookedly to the corner of the wall above the bar. The sound’s off, but the headline screams loud enough: “TAISSA TURNER ANNOUNCES RUN FOR STATE SENATE.” A photo cycles on screen. Tai. Hair sharp as ever. Smile poised. Eyes… different. The same, but not. Not really. It’s like the air’s been sucked out of the room. You sober five years in the span of five seconds. “Oh… fuck.” Jackie doesn’t speak. Her grip tightens like a vice around your waist, like for a second she’s not sure if she’s holding you up—or if it’s the other way around. Her eyes stay locked on the screen, lips parted, breath caught halfway between disbelief and something colder. Neither of you say it out loud, but it hums thick between you. It’s the first time in years you’ve heard anything about any of them. The first crack in the fragile, messy, years-old agreement you both made without ever putting it into words: we don’t look back. You finally tear your gaze away from the screen, looking at Jackie. She’s already looking at you. Her hand curls tighter at your side. For a moment, neither of you are drunk anymore. Just two ghosts in skin and bone, staring down the past as it rises from the grave. “…Wanna get out of here?” Jackie asks, voice thin. “Yeah.” Your throat’s dry. “Yeah. Let’s go.” And with one last glance at the flickering television, Jackie shifts your weight, squares her shoulders, and carries you out into the night. This time, you don’t protest.

[subtlenighttribute]

The Day You Came Back

Selkie AU | Reader x Selkie!Sylus, Selkie!Rafayel, Selkie!Zayne, Selkie!Caleb, Selkie!Xavier

Unexpected Return | Seal Stampede | Flippery Overreaction | Gentle Tears

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It’s been ten days.

Ten long, kelp-strewn, seafoam-heavy days.

Even the tide seems to roll in slower, like it doesn’t see the point anymore.

The porch creaks in mourning.

And then—

Just after sunrise, a shadow moves at the edge of the path.

A soft thump.

The sound of a suitcase wheel bumping over gravel.

Footsteps.

You pause at the gate, clutching your bag, unsure why your heart is racing.

The door creaks open.

A single shell—Zayne’s last offering—rests where it always does.

You breathe.

“Hi,” you say softly. “I’m home.”

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He heard someone moving but the moment he hears your voice, he bolts from the back porch.

🐺 Sylus

Full-seal gallop.

It’s barely even graceful.

It’s not elegant.

He nearly flips over a flowerpot, shoulders the garden gate open, rounds the corner and rams into your shins with a solid whump of flipper, fur, and breathless joy.

He circles you wildly, blurbing in disbelief.

Then he stills.

Staring up at you like he’s scared you’re a mirage.

Quiet, with heavy breaths

He shoves his nose into your neck.

You kneel.

You smell like city rain and cinnamon gum.

Real.

You’re real.

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🫧 Rafayel

He rises from the water like a myth, dripping salt and seaweed, blinking at the sight of you standing near the shore with your suitcase.

Then flops backward with a dramatic wail, floating belly-up like a man who just got hit with divine revelation.

He freezes.

Hard.

When you rush to him, he rolls and leans.

Too hard.

You collapse into the wet sand laughing, with a seal twice your size clinging to your leg like a lovesick barnacle.

He tries to sing.

It sounds like a faucet malfunctioning underwater.

You smile anyway.

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🪨 Zayne

Zayne doesn’t rush.

He emerges—from behind the rocks where he’s been collecting his stones every morning, not even realizing you were back yet.

He was on his way to get another rock for his collection when he saw you sitting on the porch steps, watching him with a smile.

Flickering with something like panic. Like hope.

His eyes are wide.

He doesn’t move until you stand and step closer.

You crouch.

“Hi, Zay.”

He lowers his heavy head and presses it—forehead to your knees.

No sound.

And one massive flipper curling behind you like a hug.

Just a slow, deep, relieved seal breath.

You bury your fingers in his damp fur.

“I missed you, too.”

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🦭 Caleb

Caleb shrieks.

You don't even make it to the front porch.

Not gracefully.

He flings himself off the porch like a cannonball with fur, skids across the grass, and body-slams into you with enough force to knock your suitcase over.

You end up sitting in the dirt with a hyperventilating seal vibrating in your lap.

He licks your face once.

Keeps trying to climb into your shirt like a deranged sea otter.

Twice.

You laugh so hard you cry.

And when you do, he stops.

He nudges your tears gently.

Then puts his head on your chest like a pillow and sighs like the world’s finally okay.

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🌊 Xavier

He watches from rocks for a long time.

His eyes are huge, coal-dark, unreadable.

Doesn’t come down immediately.

You think maybe he’s angry.

But then—

Moments later, you hear the clatter of something hitting the porch.

He vanishes from the ridge.

It’s a bottle cap.

Then a heart-shaped pebble.

Then a perfect shell.

Then him.

But his sides heave. His whiskers twitch.

He flops up the steps like he’s trying not to seem like he’s hurrying.

You kneel as he reaches you.

And he leans.

Very gently.

Forehead to yours.

Quiet seal affection.

Wordless. Tidal. Deep.

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Later That Night;

Your clothes are still damp from too many seal hugs. Your hair smells like the ocean.

But the porch is warm.

Five large seals are curled around you like a tide pool of emotion and fish breath.

You’re home.

Not without a very loud, very wet protest at least.

And they’re never letting you leave again.

[azsazz]

Over Ice (Part 2)

Hockey!Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: She’s walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out he’s the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3122

(Part 1)

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“When you said you got me a t-shirt,” you sigh, once again adjusting the hem of the jersey Mor provided you. Notshirt; jersey. The bottom of the Velaris Bats uniform has been trimmed—startlingly low. Or is it cut too high; you wonder with a swallowed curse. The damned thing nearly shows off your entire midriff. “I thought you meant, like, a normal fucking shirt and not whatever this is.”

Mor scoffs, shoveling a handful of popcorn into her mouth as she weaves her way through the throng of people towards your seats. Her long strides in her black heels hard to keep up with. “That is a Mor Original, and I only made it cuter,” she huffs indigently, like your discomfort is the sole inspiration behind her “designs.”

This isn’t the first time you’ve allowed Mor to pick out your outfit, but it’s definitely going to be your last, you try to remind yourself. The handful of times you’ve thought this exact thing before is laughable, and you’ve never once remembered. She’ll continue to cut the hems of shirts and alter skirts into even shorter skirts until the end of time, probably.

She’s been the crafty type since you first met her. Anything that she could add personality to was subject for a good old shot of “Mor’s Touch:” clothing, home décor, even the cocktails she mixes—which often go from something as simple as a Dirty Shirley and turning it into a cherry-passionfruit with a hint of lime drink, mixed with tonic instead of Sprite and garnished with a frilly umbrella stuck through three Maraschino cherries because “one is simply not enough.”

You agree, and you’d never admit to your eccentric roommate that it’s the most delicious drink you’ve ever had. Goes down like lemonade and has you going from a corner-stander to someone in the center of the dancefloor in two drinks flat.

You wish you had one right about now to get you through the night.

Your mind wanders to Gwyn back at the dorms, wondering what she’s going to be getting up to tonight. You don’t need to wonder, you know how your red-headed roommate prefers to spend her nights, curled up on the couch beneath a thick blanket, a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels within reach, and her laptop in her lap, creating fantasy worlds for her characters to live in some day.

A surge of pride for your roommate fills your energy tank. Sometimes people truly do find exactly what they were made for in life, and Gwyn was born to write. You’ve only read a few snippets she’s been willing to share, but you can’t fathom forming sentences the way she does, creating worlds and characters from her mind alone, seeing a vision in your mind so clear that it would be a crime not to share it with the world.

You’re not sure you’ve ever loved something that much, but Sports Medicine is pretty damn close. Psychology, is not.

You shiver as the cold of the arena hits the sliver of skin that’s exposed itself once again while you were taking a sip of your drink. Goosebumps pebble in response, coursing over the entirety of your body within seconds, causing you to shiver.

You should’ve fought Mor harder about bringing your jacket, but at least she left you sleeves, her shirt has been cut into a tank that hardly reaches the bottom of her ribs, and there’s a deep cut down the collar, creating a perfect ‘V’ that shows off her incredible tits.

You’d know, you’ve seen them before.

“Oh. My. Gosh. You two look so good,” a girl gushes, steps into you and Mor’s path, halting you from your first steps down the stairs to your seats. She’s chipper, a camera poised in her hands, the thick strap around her neck. He shiny, chestnut hair is braided into two tails, draped across her shoulders.

Behind her thin-framed glasses, her bright blue eyes sparkle with excitement as she peruses you and your roommate up and down, admiring your outfits.

“I told you,” Mor murmurs, elbowing you in the side before raising her voice to answer. “Thank you so much! I spent all day on these, and this one doesn’t appreciate my hard work at all. It’s a refreshing change of pace to hear a compliment instead of ‘Mor, don’t you think this is a little too much?’” You scrunch your nose at Mor’s terrible impression of you. Too nasally, too annoying.

The photographer laughs like it’s her full-time job, and you scowl.

Way to throw me right under that speeding bus, Mor.

“Do you mind if I take your picture for the team’s social media account? You two would make a great first slide in a carousel for school spirit,” she gets this faraway look in her eyes as if she’s picturing it now. “The interaction you’d get us,” she sighs dreamily. “I might even get promoted.”

You groan internally when Mor perks up even further. “I think I love you,” she blurts, pupils heart-shaped. “Do you want to sit with us? We have an extra ticket.” She’s bought one for Gwyn, hoping she would join in on this sporty girl’s night, but your other roommate had been adamant about her dislike of the sport, and had gotten a pass while you were dressed up like a doll and dragged out of the dorm.

The girl’s laugh is like a windchime, soothing and melodic. “I wish I could, but duty calls,” she waves her camera around in answer. “Maybe I’ll catch you at one of the after parties, though. Here, you can give me your Instagram and I’ll DM you after tagging you in the photos.”

She and Mor exchange socials and names. Feyre. It’s unique and suits her well.

After adding your own Instagram on her phone, you hand the phone back, posing with Mor. Of course, knowing your roommate as you do, it’s not just one picture that Feyre takes. They’re both beaming, and one picture turns into ten. Ten poses, nine sips of your drink because you don’t know what the hell else to do. Eight frantic smiles, seven internal sighs, and six side-eyes from passerby, trying to find their seats. Five giggles from friends, four embarrassed blushes, three warnings that you are so done with this, two people ignoring you, and one announcement overhead signaling the start of the game in a few minutes.

“So nice to meet you, Feyre,” Mor calls as you begin guiding her away. You have no clue where you’re going, but any movement closer to any empty seat is better than the photoshoot you just had in the middle of the walkway. With a parting smile at the photographer, Mor continues, like she’s all for standing there all night instead of supporting her cousin on the ice. “Message me!”

“Clingy, much?” You grunt at the poke to the arm that gets you.

“Oh, come on! It’s not like I’m going to replace you,” she scoffs with a brush of her long blonde hair over her shoulder. You swear, the guys sitting in the front row swoon. “Besides, you can never have too many friends. It’s not possible.”

You’re pretty sure it is possible to have too many friends, but you keep that thought to yourself. You suppose you have one more spot in your life for a friend, but if the pictures turn out terrible and are blasted on the Bat’s Instagram, that spot might disappear. You’re already feeling mortified enough from the public display of taking photos.

“Yeah, yeah,” is what you decide to go with. “Now, where are our seats?”

“I don’t like the look of that,” you mutter wearily, squinting to see what’s happening on the ice. You might not know anything about hockey, but you know malicious intent when you see it. It’s in the way that the Penguin’s player leans closer to the Bat’s center, nudging his shoulder as he speaks, his slimy grin growing with each jab.

The game’s been fun so far, much to your surprise. The crowd surrounding you is all for the team, chanting songs that you need to learn immediately because they’re so much fun. The music that blasts around the stadium during every break is on-point, not too old of songs and not too overplayed like at the one football game you’d been dragged to last year (also by Mor, but not because of a family member on the team, because of an entirely different member.)

“Is that my cousin?” She asks, brown eyes sharp as she examines the players. Their fronts are to you, no seeing the names painted across the back of their jerseys. You refrain from mentioning how Mor should at least know her own cousin’s number—since their written on the sleeves—but you keep that thought to yourself when her red painted nails tighten around the box of popcorn, crushing the flimsy cardboard. The strain of the muscle in her jaw matches the boy on the ice’s, you notice with a fleeing glance at your roommate.

Tension coils your gut. You find your fingers wrapping around the edge of the seat you’re perched in, gripping the bleachers so tightly that you swear you feel the cool metal warming and warping.

You’re not the only two who have noticed the shift in the moods of the players on the ice, parts of the crowd are beginning to rise from their seats, cheering growing from a low rumble to a thunder of screams, caws, and jeering.

The puck is barely a millimeter from the referee’s hand before sticks are thrown to the ice, gloves following as the two players slowly begin to circle each other. It looks like something out of an animal documentary: two predators about to snap at each other’s throats in a fight for the territory.

The anticipation of them going blow for blow lights a fire deep within your belly, your core perking up for attention.

You shouldn’t be thinking like this, shouldn’t get getting turned on by the idea of two boys about to knock each other’s teeth out. Should be thinking about your best friend’s cousin like this at all.

Shooting a guilty glance at your roommate, you breathe a soft sigh of relief that’s swallowed by the shouts of the crowd when you see that Mor hasn’t picked up on your sudden shift in mood—both mentally and physically.

All the players on the ice slide back to make room for the brawl that’s about to break out and a sick feeling bubbles in your stomach, almost overpowering the arousal as you wonder why no one is attempting to stop them.

There isn’t time to voice your concern, isn’t time to do anything except bolt to your feet with a gasp so harsh it sears your lungs when the Penguin’s player is the first to swing. Your heart is lodged in your throat, your breathing holding in your throat as you watch in anticipation. He lashes out with a curled fist so fast that by the time you blink, it’s over.

His hit doesn’t land.

There’s no time to feel the relief trying to rush through your veins because the Bat’s center is retaliating, throwing himself forward after swiftly dodging the attack. He grabs the other boy by the collar of his ice blue uniform and hauls him into his closed fist.

His opponents helmet goes flying off with the snap of his head backwards. He stumbles, but manages to stay upright, snagging a handful of the Bat’s jersey to try and steady himself.

You look to the benches flanking the ice, wondering why no one is joining the fray. It’s now that you realize it’s not that they don’t want to help their teammate who is quickly ducking away from another fist, it’s because they can’t.

There’s a boy standing nonchalantly, hazel eyes pinned on the scene before him. He looks eager almost, leaning so casually against his stick, chin propped on the edge of it like he’s watching the newest action movie from the best spot in the house.

Even the goalie seems to be unconcerned, taking the few moments he has to take a swig of water and adjust his helmet, squatting low and shooting side to side in his box, as if trying to keep limber for when the game resumes.

One of the refs is attempting to hold back a burly boy who seems much too large to be skating at all. His helmet has also been shucked off, revealing long, shoulder length wet hair that clings to his face and neck like a bee on honey. His gloves are abandoned on the ice too, and his stick has skidded to a stop upon hitting the sideboards nearby. You can’t make out the words he’s shouting, but with the feral grin you make out, you know they’re fighting words. With each bark he seems to be inching closer, like the full-grown man in the stripes trying to hold him back is nothing more than a soft breeze, and his is a twister barreling right through.

When he shakes his head, you catch sight of a bloodthirsty grin that has a shiver sliding up your spine. He’s enjoying this?

“Mor,” your worry tries to escape, only for the words to stick in your throat as more noises join the fight, loud as gunshots. Both the Bat’s and the Penguin’s players are rapping their hockey sticks against the boards separating their benches from the ice, war cries falling from their lips.

They’re all enjoying this.

“That is my cousin,” Mor screeches, her perfectly plucked brows pulled tight as she tries finally makes out the number on the back of the jersey that’s gripped so tightly in the offending players grip that you’re pretty sure the stitches are popping with the force. “Kick his fucking ass, Rhys!”

Casting a frantic look to your roommate, you realize that not even she seems to be fazed by the fact that her cousin is in the middle of a fight that could very seriously end badly, especially with the knives on the bottoms of their feet.

But, if everyone’s rooting for their player to win this battle, you can too.

As gruesome as the scene before you is, you wish you had a better seat, somewhere with a better viewpoint than all the way on the other side of the ice. You can’t to be able to hear the threats they’re growling at each other, your attention completely enraptured now that you’ve shoved your worry to the wayside.

With his newfound hold, the Penguin’s player strikes again, and this time, his hit slams across Rhys’ jaw. His head snaps to the side with the nasty hook and his helmet slips to the ice, the sound eaten up by the goading of the crowd.

They swing around, unsteady on their skates as each of the boys tries to topple the other over. You catch a glance at his face. It’s hard to see, and his shaggy black hair is splayed across his face like a spiderweb, keeping you from making out his features. You catch the blood dribbling down his chin, the anger etched in the clench of his jaw as he grits his teeth, managing to twist himself into a position where he has the upper hand on the Penguin’s player: a headlock.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you watch Rhys pound his fist into the other boy’s face once, twice, three times before his opponent’s feet fall out from under him. Rhys releases his hold, allowing the boy to slip lamely to the ice.

“Atta boy, Rhysie,” Mor shouts, once again shoveling popcorn into her mouth with a grin so bright it could melt the ice in the rink before you. She turns to you, golden brown of her eyes glowing with excitement. “Our parents would be so proud.”

She turns back to the scene before you can voice your confusion on that statement, tucking away the information that if you win a fight in hockey, it’s a great accomplishment.

You watch Rhys as he’s escorted by referees who guide him towards the penalty box. He’s examining his knuckles, not caring that he’s abandoning his equipment as he goes, grimacing as the adrenaline begins to fade. He pokes at them, frowning at whatever he feels.

You pray they’re not broken.

The rest of the players seem to be getting back to the game, like one of their teammates isn’t being casted away on an island across the ice. Okay, so it’s just another bench and he’s not that far from them, but you’re shocked that this is the end of the fight, both players carted into separate timeout boxes away from their teams.

Rhys plops down on the bench, pulling a water bottle from a hidden holder, washing the blood from his knuckles before examining them for a second time. You watch him flex his fingers, twist his wrist this way and that. You can’t seem to keep your eyes off him, even with the game picking back up and Mor shouting cheers when the Bat’s manage to steal the puck right from the drop, carting it down the ice with a speed that rivals a racecar.

He must be satisfied with his examination because Rhys is throwing his head back, and it’s almost as if he’s squirting the water from the bottle directly onto you with the way that the apex of your thigh’s wet at the sight of him. He sips the water, holding the bottle a few inches from his face, and you watch the water cascade down his chin and over his throat, bobbing with each swallow. It mixes with the blood from his split lip and slides into the collar of his gear.

You swallow harshly, suddenly parched.

When he’s had his fill of the drink, he moves the bottle further back, using the spray to wash his hair away from his face, and your breathing shallows. It’s as if the hand he’s using to squeeze the life out of the bottle is constricting around your throat, because suddenly, you recognize the sharp of that jaw, the curve of those eyebrows and the straight of his nose. All his angular features come together in the perfect picture of hotness, knocking the breath fully from your chest when he straightens his chin, looking out onto the ice to watch his teammates score the last goal of the second period.

He's the boy from this morning: the overachiever, the one who called you darling.

Mor’s cousin.

Rhysand Cunningham.

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[fbpanimations]

dandys world but like. if it had the general aesthetic of the fnf soft mod

here are the mains !! errm ill probably do more designs cuz these guys were really fun to make :] (not soda using aus as an excuse to experiment with different toon designs for no reason what-)

noticing that ive had friday night funkin on my mind a lot this month for some reason ?? idk why lmao (i should probably also say that the mod has no actual correlation w this au besides the aesthetics)

anyways uhh whats goin on. the main focus of the au is the in-universe show, bc gardenview doesnt exist here. no ichor, no twisteds, no toons irl, its just a show. id say its around current era, maybe a liiiiiittle bit older. i think its best described as one of those really earnest passion-project cartoons that air for like 2 seasons before nickelodeon goes "ehhh its not beating spongebobs ratings.. not good enough" and then they kill it forever cough cough rottmnt cough harvey beaks cough cough (also uhh thats not entirely final cuz im still kinda questioning if i should make it just a cartoon or have it be its own world outside of that context entirely.. idk)

so the mains right. theyre like a tight-knit neurodivergent friend group where none of them rlly have many friends outside of the group but they would all die for each other. theyre very protective over each other, kind of like a "you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us" sort of deal. not a lot of toons really understand them (especially astro and sprout) and theyre pretty much the only ones who really get each other (well. besides sprout and cosmo- those two couldnt be closer- but cosmo isnt really a part of the group. hes not *that* close with the other mains, but he does tag along with sprout to hang out with them a lot, and they do get along pretty well. hes like an honorary member lmao)

i think they would have this interaction at least once a day (sprout does the same thing in his gc with cosmo and ginger too)

(dandy puts an extra one on pebbles behalf lol) (yes it is necessary, sprout has been genuinely worried over not knowing how pebble was doing before)

okayyy enough yapping lol

one more thing actually- my handwriting is absolute fucking garbungo dogwater so heres some transcriptions of the character bios under the cut jic anythings too hard to read

Dandy:

- Huge cartoon enthusiast

- Spends the most time outside (mainly gardening)

- Loves helping Toons with minor problems (They like the sense of accomplishment and validation)

- Can't handle actually serious situations tho (struggle of being a kid's show MC lol)

- Cousins with Sprout !

Pebble:

- Dandy's "weird" dog that tends to creep out other Toons

- A huge sweetheart with the rest of the mains, just untrusting of strangers

- Super protective of the Mains, will flip on a dime and attack anyone he sees as threats

- Often acts as a therapy dog, especially to Sprout and Astro

Astro:

- Hypersomnia warrior

- Appears really antisocial a lot but people just never let him sleep

- He doesn't even get mad about it, just pathetically upset

- Do NOT remove his headphones he gets overwhelmed sooo easily and he WILL cry.

- Somehow maintains several friendships (cuz the mains actually respect his needs lol)

Shelly:

- Hyperfixated on extinct animals in general, not just dinos

- LOVES digging

- aggressively supportive to literally everyone

- likes making bracelets with Vee and gifting them to her friends

- Kins Peanut from Burner LMAO

Vee:

- Hosts a chill ass Talk Show

- Very upfront about her care for other Toons

- Dogshit social skills, uses the Talk Show interviews as a weird way to learn about people lmao

- Likes making bracelets with Shelly and gifting them to her friends

Sprout:

- Xanax prescription NOW.

- Really bad separation anxiety, freaks the FUCK out if he can't be sure his friends are ok

- Especially Cosmo, jfc-

- Cooks instead of baking now.. idk why

- Likes to think he's cool even though he's kind of a loser /aff

- Cousins with Dandy!

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alr thats it, thanks for reading all this shit lol

[prythiansprincess]

── .✦ DAY SEVEN | [02/20] : BLAISE. ♡ ₊˚⊹

prythian's princess presents... day seven of the valentine special ⋆.˚ .ᐟ last, but not least, we have the mysterious and magnanimous blaise.

[temperature play] — a form of sensual play where objects and substances are used to stimulate the body's neuroreceptors for heat and cold for sensual effect.

[sensory deprivation] — a sexual interest in deliberately reducing or eliminating sensory stimulation through various methods to create a heightened sense of arousal through the lack of external stimuli.

home ✦ special ✦ more

blaise zabini was a man of few words.

but what he lacked in language, he more than made up for through his actions. as silence permeated the air, you waited with bated breath to see what your boyfriend would do next. blaise stalked across the bedroom, his handsome face illuminated by the faint glow of candlelight. his walk was poised and regal, each graceful stride unhurried yet filled with purpose.

“you trust me, don’t you, darling?” his smoky voice spoke into the silence.

you nodded, causing a pleased smile to grace your boyfriend’s face. “wholeheartedly, my love.”

blaise hummed in approval and sauntered behind you on the bed, his lips ghosting over your shoulder as he placed a silk blindfold over your eyes. you laid back as he positioned you on the mattress before binding your wrists and ankles to the bedposts. the thrill of not knowing what was coming next excited you, eager to find out what blaise had in store for the night.

your boyfriend trailed kisses down your body and you melted against his touch, turning into putty in his hands as he slowly took off your clothes. the warmth of his hands were familiar and you welcomed each featherlight touch with a pleased sigh. as you became more pliant and needy, blaise introduced something new into the mix.

a gasp left your lips as a cold sensation snaked down your torso. at first, the ice cube surprised you, but as blaise trailed it down your body, you found its presence cool and soothing against your heated skin.

“does that feel good, love?”

“yes,” you answered. “it was cold at first, but now I don’t mind it.”

blaise continued toying with the ice cube and moved it down the valley of your breasts before pressing it against your nipples. you stiffened in response, hardened peaks exposed to the cold temperature before your boyfriend wrapped his mouth around it. his other hand rubbed and rolled your pebbled nipple underneath his palm, making you arch against the warmth of his touch.

“feel that, darling?” blaise implored. “focus on the contrast of the cold and warmth. rely on your senses to truly appreciate the sensations.”

“it feels good,” you murmured as blaise caressed your thighs, his slender fingers kneading the supple skin before slipping between your legs.

blaise massaged your inner thigh, his hand so close yet so far from where you actually wanted him. you bucked your hips against his hand, aching for him to touch you where it mattered.

“so eager,” blaise said with an amused chuckle. “but I won’t touch you yet, my love. not until you’re begging for it.”

you whined as he withdrew his hand before starting the process all over again. he teased you with the ice once more, tracing your collarbones, your breasts, your stomach, and even your thighs with it. this time though, blaise countered the cold with warm wax, pouring it carefully over the spots where the ice had been.

because you were relying solely on touch, you couldn’t see what blaise was doing as he was doing it, you could only anticipate his next step. the absence of sight only further heightened every sensation; each stimulant hitting you tenfold as blaise teased and taunted you.

foreplay had always been important to your boyfriend. he knew that putting in the work beforehand would enhance the experience for both of you and while you appreciated the love and care he poured into it, you were confident that you were more than warmed up and ready for him now. if anything, you were buzzing with need at each new element he presented.

“blaise, please,” you pleaded, desperation evident in your breathy whine. “I need you now.”

you could hear the smile in his voice. “don’t worry, darling. i’ll give you exactly what you want.”

you gasped as he rubbed his tip against your folds, the sensation making your core ache and your legs tremble. blaise lifted the blindfold from your eyes, his whiskey gaze searing into you as the head of his cock pushed into your wet pussy. you shivered at the stretch, lips parting in pleasure as he filled you to the hilt. out of all the sensations he had introduced you to tonight, this would always be your favorite.

you could never get tired of the feeling of being filled to the brim. there was nothing more satisfying in the world to be this close to blaise, reveling in the intimacy as your bodies melded into one. your eyes rolled back as you dug your nails into his back, marring his flawless brown skin with crescent shapes. with your legs wrapped around his waist, your eyes flickered up to the face of the man you loved.

“I feel so full,” you breathed. “I feel so full of you. it feels so fucking good, blaise.”

blaise smiled as he leaned in for a kiss, his lips pillowy soft against your own as you sighed in satisfaction. he began to move, sliding in and out of you in a tantalizingly slow pace, making you feel all of it. all of him. you released a shaky breath as you locked your legs around him, wanting, pleading, begging for more.

“I know, sweetheart,” blaise murmured. “I know.”

[sealcowboy]

MERMAN JOOST HEADCANNONS

rpf || dni if you don’t like, just block

ʚ you first met him by accident. you had wandered too far along the tide pools at dusk, and there he was, tangled in seaweed, covered in sand, and watching you.

ʚ he doesn’t speak your language, at least not at first. but the ocean has its own rhythm, and slowly, the two of you find a way to communicate. he uses gestures, shells, and sometimes even sings to you.

ʚ can preform tricks! but will only do so for valuable items, such as jewelry.

ʚ he gifts you little treasures from the sea: a perfectly round pearl, a shard of sea glass shaped like a heart, coral that matches your eyes. he's like a little otter!

ʚ whenever he gets mad at you for whatever reason, he'll get small pebbles and stones from the seafloor, and throw them at you from a distance, with a small pout on his face as he does so.

ʚ i think of him as more bratty and grumpy than the other joost's.

ʚ he’s constantly jealous of boats. whenever you go on a boat to come see him, he'll grumble something, circling your kayak as if he's planning to sink it.

ʚ when storms roll in, he disappears for days, leaving you on edge, only to resurface with rare coral or pretty sea-glass, wordlessly pressing them into your hands like an apology.

ʚ if he ever finds out that you like sea animals, he will find a dolphin and he will drag it over to you with a big grin on his face.

ʚ has swum and dived while holding you, and once forgot you don't have gills and can't breathe underwater and almost drowned you.

while i was writing this, i accidentally opened a notification from tumblr and it auto deleted the goddamn draft, and then i spilled coke all over my phone and jeans and it looked like i pissed myself ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ love my life! 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

[dimicul]

nanami and his video game gf 𓂃۶ৎ⠀(unedited:,( also idek where this idea came from just kept writing my bad)

“Once again, I don’t entertain myself with that sort of… calibre of content anyway. It is for children.” Kento is saying to Yuji as they stroll through the garden, the pink haired boy nodding in blind agreement, arms behind his head as he grins. The lake is wide and stretches out beyond the training camp with the other sorcerers, night sky simply a canopy for the two discussing their day. Kento seemed to grow closer to Yuji as the year went on by, a sort of mentor-student-father-son dynamic going on. At least, that’s what Gojo described it as.

“Yeah, I totally get that Nanamin, but you gotta try it before you bash it!” Yuji is punching the air in boyish excitement. Nanami holds the urge to sigh deeply and roll his shoulders but he simply nods a bit stiffly. He didn’t understand the new lingo thrown about when Gojo and the others would appear by his side, peering over his book in quiet interest hidden by a raised brow.

“It’s not only the best game of the season this year, but it’s won tons of awards and—“

“Video games can be addictive if played too much,” Kento chimes in smoothly, stepping suavely over the large rock in the paved pathway. The cicadas buzz quietly, and he noted how nice it looked that evening, small ripples of the lake water gently crashing against the pebbled rocks by the foot of the bridge nearby. Yuji shrugs unbashedly.

“I dunno, Nanamin, your girlfriend seems to like the game a lot.”

Oh.

Right. His girlfriend.

Kento loses the slight chip in his walk, blinking behind his goggles as he processes Yuji’s words, attempting to keep his walk smooth. Yuji is grinning. Kento notes to keep change the break time schedule, since that smile is eerily similar to Gojo’s.

“I.. know.” Nanami replied a little quieter, the small hint of pink on his ears not going unnoticed. Yuji grins a little wider and hums, feigning pure innocence.

“Yeah, man. She scores high every time on the leaderboard too. Beat mine and Toge’s. And Toge plays a looooot more than us all combined.” He sings, catching small glances to the tall blond whose mouth twitches a little.

“Does she now?”

“Yeah, she told me it’s her favourite game.”

“Right.” Nanami says shortly. A lot of questions weighed on his mind.

Maybe the game wasn’t too bad. You seemed to be okay with work and video games.

“You should come watch us all play sometime. Y’know when you’re not doin’ boring work stuff.” Yuji offers. Nanami is trying his hardest not to soften visibly at the memory flashing in his mind, his lovely girlfriend’s head against his chest as you both laid out on the couch, lamp dimly lit, illuminating the room, and you’re smiling up at him.

Playing video games.

“Well, she should cut down her hours. It could interfere with your missions.” Nanami opts for a response. Yuji shakes his head with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Will do, Nanamin.”

And it keeps happening.

Nanami will sit down on the leather chair by all the other Sorcerers, unamused by whatever Todo and Gojo are laughing at on their phones, opening his book, tucking the bookmark in his pocket. Yuji bursts in with Toge and they connect their switch or, whatever it’s called, to the TV. He’s about to get up and leave when the hype music plays loudly from the screen, but Yuji opens his mouth.

“Ohh, look! Nanamin’s girlfriend is online right now! I’m gonna invite her!”

“No.” Kento said a bit too quickly. Damn it, why are you playing video games when you told him you had an entrance exam to study for? His slightly narrowed eyes flit to the game on screen but Yuji is grinning and spamming the invite button. Gojo gasps.

“Oh, girlfriend you say? Oh, this is perfect! Add me! I have my switch too. Do look after my phone, Todo.”

“For christ sake.” Kento mumbles, reaching for his phone to text you. The white haired man, theatrical as ever, sighs blissfully as he connects his switch and leans back, smiling behind the blindfold, legs outstretched.

“Oh yeah. Watch and learn, Itadori. TheStrongest3ver is here. You do have me added don’t you?” Gojo asks smoothly. Toge nods.

“Yeah I do. Hey, Nanamin, can you tell her to join? She carries us every game.”

“No.”

“But why? Please? There’s a season finale badge I wanna win and she—“

“She has to revise for an exam. Why do you have my girlfriend added on your game anyway?” The blond man bristles. Gojo grins.

“Oh this is too good. Itadori, send me her tag!”

And just like that you’re on the game. You’re playing, and as a character that looks like a business man in a suit with a briefcase as a weapon. Your digital character is jumping up and down. Kento, for the first time, watches from the corner of his eye.

“Oh, she has aim bot. A hundred percent.” Gojo says under his breath. The game has gotten a bit more intense now, and even though Nanami has no clue what’s going on, by the looks of it you are playing pretty well. Gojo has leaned forward now, arms on his knees as he concentrates.

“Yes! Yes, get his ass! Nanamin, your girlfriend is a sweat!” Yuji exclaims.

Whatever.. that meant.

Honestly, he didn’t know how to feel. He tried to keep his love life private. Tried very hard. It just happened to be the one time he forgot he had Gojo on his messaging app, he changed his DP to a photo of you both…

And within the next week they had managed to find your profile on social media as well as the cafe you worked at.

“Yeah, how does failure taste?” Yuji cackles when Gojo is muttering under his breath, fingers moving quickly against the controls, slender hands gripping the controller a bit too harshly. Nanami can’t help but revel a bit in this.

Yuji groans and leans back. “Yeah, I’m done. She’s still going. What the hell?”

“Cheat. She’s cheating. Check the wifi, Yuji.” Gojo mutters, probably furrowing his brows behind the blindfold. Nanami is watching the screen as your supposed username glows on the screen with a trophy beside it. Gojo inhales sharply and covers it up with a huff of a laugh, putting the controller aside. A bit too harshly.

“So weird isn’t it? The controllers are so dodgy today. We should get them fixed — Todo, don’t click on that app—“

Yuji and Toge debate on how you managed to win single-handedly with a shit weapon. Nanami flickers his gaze to the username and to their faces. Huh.

He then smiles a bit when you then reply to his messages, phone vibrating on cue.

Y/N 🩷 : hey baby!! sorry i was just working through this question for my exam :) i’m free to talk now if you’d like ?

[theunholybastard]

Could you do more era 3 ghoul content??? Anything, go wild lol

Absolutely!!! Perfect excuse for me to dump all my headcanons 😈🙏 I have not written NEARLY enough for this era smh </3

Era 3 Ghouls General Headcanons

(CW - Brief mentions of sex and poly/open sexual relationships)

Omega

•Very popular headcanon I know, but Terzo and him are lovers. Duh, goes without saying.

•Open relationship, but even with permission, Omega doesn't like to sleep around much; not without Terzo, at least.

•Big softy. Biggest softy. Can't watch sad movies. Or happy ones. He'll cry either way.

•Hopeless romantic. Long walks on the beach at sunset, candlelight dinner, rose petals everywhere, the whole shebang. Needs it like oxygen.

•Loves kids. Always dreamt about being a father, having a big family. Like, a big family, 5-6 kits ideally.

•Him and Alpha are always arm wrestling in the Ghoul den. Terzo is forbidden from being watching because he enjoys it wayyyy too much.

Alpha

•Resting bitch face under that mask. He's a chill guy, but he sure doesn't look like it.

•Also loves kids, but unfortunately, kids don't seem to like him. He's just too big and intimidating, and his aura is just a wee bit less pleasant for the little ones than Omegas is.

•Not to mention he's a bit awkward around them. Like he does not know how to talk to kids at all, just treats them like mini adults. (Like "Hey man what's up" to an infant or some shit)

•Has the opposite of a sweet tooth. He will physically recoil if the tiniest bit of sugar is in his coffee. He needs it black and scalding, anything else is like desert in a cup.

•May or may not have fucked Secondo once. Or twice. Or maybe a bit more than that. Who's counting?

Mist

•Genderqueer sapphic (no I'm not projecting)

•Them and Sunshine... Yeah, lovers.

•Mist and Sunny are probs the only Ghoul couple in the Ministry that is strictly monogamous. It's against a Ghouls nature to only have one partner, Ghouls are by default poly and insatiably lustful creatures. These two just happened to defy all odds.

•Very protective. They sre small but mighty and WILL bite a motherfuckers ear off. Quite confrontational when prompted.

•Big nature lover! Especially bodies of water. (She's a water Ghoul, after all)

•When they're having a bad day, they'll just go to the nearest pond or lake and wade in the water, the sound of toads croaking and crickets chirping calming her enough to return to civilization.

•People (Pebble, mostly) have had to physically pull her out of the water because she won't stop recreating the painting of Ophelia anytime she is slightly inconvenienced. They may be a bit dramatic sometimes.

Pebble

•Evil little gay boy. Not really, but kinda.

•Pissing people off is his hobby. It gets him all giggly. #1 ragebaiter.

•He has a soft spot for Mist, they're probably the only Ghoul he won't intentionally be a little shit to. BFFs 4eva <3

•Absolutely TERRIFIED of Primo. Hides behind Alpha anytime hes around. Alpha hates it.

•Takes up a lot of hobbies spontaneously. Literally anything you can think of, he's tried out for at least a week. He's been getting real good at glassblowing recently.

•DON'T touch his drums. He doesn't trim his claws and he will go for the eyes first.

Ifrit

•Loud talker. Absolutely terrible at volume control, if he's not actively thinking about it, he's yelling every sentence.

•Lover of spicy foods, the more tongue-numbing the better. Handles it better than any other fire Ghoul, it's scary...

•Big ol' goofball. You can't take anything he says seriously, it's either a setup to a joke or an elaborate prank. Ghouls will be Ghouls, I guess.

•Secretly a huge magic nerd and is VERY ashamed of it. Pebble is his #1 bully about it. Only a select few can be trusted to see him do a trick or two. He's very good at slight of hand.

•Old ladies seem to love him. I don't know why. He doesn't either. He's not complaining though, he fucking loves being invited to bingo night.

Zephyr

•Fiber glass eater. I am so serious he thinks that shit is delicious.

•Chronic pain, mainly in his legs and back. Lucifer knew he would be too strong if he had full mobility.

•Closest with Ifrit and Mist. Other than that, he doesn't really enjoy being around that many people. Not because he's a hater (like Pebble) but because he's a loner. Fiercely protective over the few he lets occupy his company.

•Quiet. Doesn't talk often, but when he does, he's very direct and well spoken, cool and calm, never raising his voice.

•Clueless. Cannot read social cues, its takes someone starts screaming at him for him to realize he may have said something upsetting.

•Ifrit is always "borrowing" his clothes because he just smells too damn good. He pretends to be annoyed by it but in reality he's actually flattered. He's a terrible liar too, hence why Ifrit continues to "borrow."

Phil/Special

•Probably the most normal guy in the Ministry.

•Hes slightly off-putting sometimes because he zones out quite a bit and doesn't realize he's staring into someones soul. Even when he isn't zoning out his eye contact is really intense.

•Also likes to keep to himself most of the time. Nobody really knows what he does all day by himself, nobody asks. Enjoys the company of Zephyr and Alpha on the occasion.

•Cannot play music for the life of him, which is why he wasn't in the touring band. He tried to learn anything, guitar, drums, singing, and he sucks at all equally. It kinda bums him out sometimes, because he's so damn passionate about music. Its chill though, he enjoys his role in the Ministry fine enough. What is his role, exactly? Uhhhhhhhhh

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[kamisama1kiss]

Hiii!! I’m back idk if it’s too early for me to request again, 😭 I was thinking maybe you can do a headcanons for the ninja when their lover Y/n calls them a cute name in middle of battle and for Lloyd it could be “Green Bean” but for Kai “Hotshot” (used by skylor) but I can’t think of the other ninja, maybe you can think of ones for them. The ninja would act like they don’t like the nickname but secretly love it, I really wanna hear your thoughts on this 😭🙏

Honestly, this is a very cutie idea!! 😝🤭 Have been thinking about how to write this one for at least a few days since I got it! It's not the best as I did get stuck on some of the characters more than others 😭🙏

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How they'd react to cute nicknames in probably one of the most unconvinent timings? { Ninjago Headcanons }

~ Lloyd Garmadon ~ {Green Bean}

He halted in his movements after he heard you call out to him, "Grean Bean, watch your left!" You shouted this being the first time calling him this nickname, "What?" Nonetheless of being confused, he would continue the battle. Whilest he concealed a smile throughout it and would never confess nor agree that he did such.

Would approach you after about how it was most definitely irresponsible with the timing. Let's just say that you did recove maybe a kiss or more than usually after.

Even with how much he denied his like for it he did secretly wish for it to be used on a more casual term rather then open in battle, knowing the enemy would most likely laugh at him and not be able to take him seriously.

~ Kai Smith~ {HotShot}

Having you right behind him as his rock to hold him from bring hurt, "I've got your back HotShot." It's hard to believe he could be irritated, upset, or angry about it, especially as his lover. Feeding his ego as which also pushed him to work even better, confidence rushing through him.

His arm does often rest around your shoulders, even more now. When he knows you're capable of giving out nicknames, your shoulders will meet rest once again.

Wouldn't bring it out up right away, but he would use it against you if you tried anything in the near future.

~ Cole Brookstone ~ {Pebble}

Didn't even think twice about it and just accepted it at the time being, being too busy to worry about nicknames. Even if he'd get a few butterflies in his stomach from you every time.

"Need help, Pebble?" You had asked oh so sweetly, yet he acted as if he didn't wish to hear it. Crossing his arms with a neutral expression acting as if he didnt like it, but deep down, we all know he is just a softie who enjoys giving and receiving nicknames.

~ Zane Julian ~ {Sherbet}

He fully stopped coding and looked over at you. The only word to explain how he looked was confused. "Have you named me after an ice cream sort?" But decided to jump back to what he had to finish either way.

"I turned off the cameras on the first floor, Sherbet." Only informing him about the updates yet being confronted with a more suspicious reaction then intended.

~ Jay Walker ~ {Blitz}

"Catch Blitz!" Was the only words he heard before he was hit on the shoulder by the the nunchucks someone kicked out of his grip. His heart raced alongside his cheeks, heating up but luckily hidden under his mask.

He truly did appreciate and adore nicknames from the one and only you! He was embarrassed that it was in front of others, so he would "complain" about how he didn't like it even when he thought it was adorable. Flared his nose and shook his head when it came to this topic of liking the nickname.

~ Nya Smith~ {Lily Pads}

"Use the water, Lily Pads!" Her eyes widened, but shook it off quickly to continue her main gaol at this moment. She was confused at first but did find it cute, so she decided not to comment until a better time, at least until there wasn't someone trying to kill them was there.

Ended up never even mentioning it, but she looked unpleased about it. Having gotten used to you spitting out cute names here and there didn't bother her too much after a while.

A scowl on her lips about it, knowing it's best to show you that it wasn't okay for the nicknames to be spat out in important timings.

[xiaojunsmintchoco]

hey! could you do a reaction of seventeen with a partner who's afraid of needles? thank youuu

Hey anon! Here you go, I hope you enjoy it :)

tw: mentions of hospitals, needles, operations etc

Seungcheol:

“Y/n! That vaccination appointment you said you needed – have you booked it?”

Upon hearing Seungcheol’s voice boom from the other end of the living room, your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach like a pebble that was thrown into a pond. Looking back at him with guilty eyes, you shake your head and mouth a “no”, only to be met with his scolding stare.

“Y/n-ah, you can't avoid it forever,” he gently chides, approaching you as you direct your gaze to the floor and shift from foot to foot. “What about that nursing course you’ve been so excited about? You need the vaccinations to update your medical records to be eligible for application,” he reminds you. 

“I know, it's just…” your voice trails off mid-sentence as you contemplate whether you should tell Seungcheol the truth – your fear of needles was stopping you from getting it done. 

You didn't have to decide, because your boyfriend can read you like an open book. “You're scared, aren't you?” he guesses, softening his gaze. As you nod slowly, he reaches out to give your arm a comforting squeeze. “What about this – I book an appointment for you and we go together. I’ll be there to comfort you if you're scared. How does that sound?” 

“You know what, having you there might make it a little better,” you answer with a small smile. “At least I won't be alone”. 

“Let’s book an appointment now then,” Seungcheol declares, taking the phone from your hands and scrolling through the clinic’s calendar. “There’s an empty slot for three days later, and it happens to be my day off too. Does that work for you?” 

“Book it quickly, before I chicken out again,” you declare.

You're rewarded with a gentle flick to the forehead and a “tsk” from Seungcheol as he makes quick work of booking the appointment. “Alright, it's done”.

Jeonghan:

”Yah, y/n,” Jeonghan calls from his seat across from you. Your head snaps up, only to be met with his mischievous grin. “I can see the cogs in your head turning — you better not be thinking of running away”.

You groan, knowing that Jeonghan had seen through you. “Okay, fine, you got me,” you concede. “But even if I tried I wouldn’t be able to”.

”Hey, I know getting the cannula inserted is scary,” Jeonghan acknowledges, empathizing with you. “But think about it. Once this operation is done, your wrist will be able to heal easier and quicker and you can get back to doing everything you love doing,” he adds, attempting to make you see the bright side. 

“The first step is always the hardest, isn’t it? I’m only watching the nurse and anaesthetist prepare the needle and all, and I’m already terrified,” you confess, eyes darting left and right tentatively. 

“Don’t look at them then,” Jeonghan responds. “Look at me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here until they wheel you into the operating theatre. And when you wake up, I’ll be right beside you too. I’ll be with you all the way,” he reassures, and the corners of your lips turn upwards slightly as gratitude blooms in your heart. “Remember. An ant will bite you, you’ll fall asleep and wake up as if you had 10 shots of soju, and you’ll be a cyborg,” he jokes as you chuckle at the mental image that he had painted for you. 

“Thanks, Hannie,” you answer, shooting him a grateful smile. “When you say it like that, it does make it sound better”.  

When the anaesthetist inserts the cannula, Jeonghan sings to you throughout the whole process to put you at ease. His honey-sweet voice calms you down and steadies your rapidly-beating heart, and you get the cannula inserted with little pain. “You’ll be okay! I love you,” he calls as the operating staff wheel you into the theatre, and the last thought you have before falling asleep is of his encouraging smile. The operation goes without a hitch, and before you know it you’re out of the operation room again.

Indeed, true to his word, the first thing you see when you wake up is him sitting next to your bed with a shiny, metallic “get well soon” balloon with a cartoon print on it meant for children, a sheet of stickers, and a “bravery certificate” he designed and signed himself.

other members under the cut!

Joshua:

“Do I really have to do this?” you groan as he sits down on a chair in the waiting area, leaving one seat in between the both of you to adhere to social distancing guidelines. Joshua shoots you an empathetic glance, having picked up on your anxiety.

“I know you hate needles and injections, y/n. But this vaccine will help to keep you safe, and allow you to go about daily life easier,” Joshua reasons. “You need to be vaccinated in order to go out and about, because there’s checks for vaccination records everywhere now”. 

“It’s kinda useless, though, isn’t it? You get the vaccine, and then you get boosters, and even after all that you can still catch Covid. It’s not like chickenpox or measles vaccines, where you’re basically immune to it after the vaccine,” you argue, still not seeing the point of the vaccine. 

“I get what you’re saying, but at least it offers a little bit of immunity, right?” Joshua suggests. He really wanted to be able to hold your hand and comfort you, seeing how scared you were. “Even if you do catch covid, you might get hit less hard at least. I’ll try to follow you in and stay with you so you’ll feel less afraid,” he promises. 

Unfortunately, because of social distancing guidelines, the nurses tell you that Joshua has to wait outside for you. Fear rises in you again at the thought of facing it alone and your heart begins pounding at the speed of a galloping horse, until Joshua suggests staying with you via video call, which the nurses agree to. “I know it’s not the same, but I’m still there with you, alright?” he reassures you as you nod weakly and follow the nurses in. 

“This is terrifying, Shua. They’re already cleaning my arm and preparing to inject,” you protest, cringing at the feeling of the nurse rubbing your arm with the alcohol. 

“It’ll be over soon, y/n. Just breathe with me, okay?” He breathes in and out in an exaggerated manner to ensure you can hear him over the call, trying to get you to copy him. “Good job. You’re doing well,” he exhorts, the loving, gentle warmness in his tone putting you at ease. Before you know it, the needle is in and the injection is given, and you’re walking out of the tent pressing down on a cotton ball plastered to your arm. 

The moment you’re home, Joshua pulls you onto the couch for a hug and presses a kiss to your forehead. “It was scary, but you did such a good job. I’m proud of you, y/n”. 

Junhui:

”Holy f-“ You almost exclaim, anxiety taking over as you catch sight of the nurse preparing the needle. Junhui claps a hand over your mouth just before the curse word slips out, hurrying to shush you and turn you away from the horrifying sight. 

”Calm down, baobei. It’s just a blood test, and it really won’t be as scary as you think,” Junhui blabbers, saying whatever he thought of to try to soothe you. 

“‘Just’ a blood test?” you question incredulously, looking at him as if he had grown four more limbs. “That’s the most terrifying thing in the world!”

”Trust me, it’s not that bad,” Junhui reiterates, hoping it would calm you down. “And besides, I think we’d both feel a lot better if we could find out what exactly is wrong with you. This blood test will help us figure that out, and get you the treatment you need,” he coaxes, rubbing up and down your arms to further quell the quivers running through you. 

“I guess you’re right. As much as I hate needles, I’d like to quickly recover from whatever I’ve been ill with and get back to normal,” you concede. “If this will help, then let’s do it”. 

Junhui squeezes your shoulders again as the nurse walks back over with the needle. “Just hold my hand, okay? I promise it’ll be over and done with in a flash”. 

As the nurse rubs your arm with the alcohol swab, you inhale and exhale, trying to steady your breaths as you ready yourself for the inevitable stab. All the while, Junhui is by your side, rubbing the back of your hand gently to try to ease your fear. But as the needle makes its entrance, you cringe slightly, feeling the prick that came with it. “Relax your arm, baobei”, Junhui reminds, having noticed you wincing. “It’ll hurt more if you tense up”. 

Following his instructions, you take a deep breath of air and relax your arm — and true enough, it didn’t hurt as badly as you had expected it to. “See? It’s almost over. As soon as the nurse takes the sample needed, it’ll be out and we can go home,” Junhui points out, grinning brightly. “You’re doing amazing, baobei”. 

Hoshi:

“Come on, y/n,” Soonyoung says with an encouraging lilt to his voice as he drags you into the waiting area of the clinic. “It’s not as bad as you think, really”.

”I thought all my vaccinations were up to date, and I’d never have to do this again,” you groan, reluctantly plonking yourself in the chair next to him. “Who would’ve thought that I’ve actually missed one booster shot”.

”At least now we know, and you can get the missed shot,” Soonyoung comments, pointing out the positive side of things. “Better now than never, right?”

”I’d rather the latter,” you deadpan, and Soonyoung gently nudges you, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Look! I’m terrified of needles, I’m terrified of pain, and I’d rather just avoid them altogether if I could”. The words pour out of you at a mile per minute, and a shiver runs down your spine at the mere thought of the needle.

”I know, jagi. But travelling with an updated vaccine record would be much safer for both of us, and we’d be able to enjoy our trip with more peace of mind,” Soonyoung reminds you, gently squeezing your hand as a sign of reassurance and comfort. You squeeze his hand back as he goes on. “Besides, I’ll be there with you. I’ll do anything you need to make the process easier”.

”Could you distract me?” you implore, looking at him with hopeful eyes. “Just anything to take my mind off it”.

”Of course!” Soonyoung replies, puffing up his chest like a proud peacock. “Anything, you say? I can sing silly, dance crazy, make funny faces-“

”That’s true, your face is always funny to look at”.

”Hey!”

Wonwoo:

The fever had been raging in you for three days straight, with no signs of going down. You and Wonwoo had tried everything you knew — from the fever medicines you had in the fridge, to the cool fever patches Wonwoo applied and changed for you religiously, to old wives’ tales of taking shots of apple cider vinegar (which Wonwoo had warned was not going to work), only for everything to fall through. Despite you insisting that all you needed to do was to sleep in bed for a few more days and continue self-medicating, Wonwoo was not convinced and insisted on taking you to a doctor. “That’s all you’ve been doing for the last three days, and it clearly isn’t working. You need a doctor,” he asserted, marching you into the doctor’s office. 

“They’re going to be alright. I’ll prescribe them with a course of antibiotics, but because this is quite a serious bacterial infection they’ll need an antibiotic injection too,” the doctor muses, typing down notes on his computer. 

As you process his words, you turn paler than a sheet of paper, the flush from the fever completely dissipating in that instant. “Can I perhaps…just take the oral medications?” you suggest, hoping that the doctor will accede to your request. 

“It would take a lot longer, because it needs to be metabolized by your liver before being released into your bloodstream. Intravenous medication would act much faster, since it goes directly into your bloodstream to fight off infections. Right now you need something fast-acting, because leaving such a serious bacterial infection to fester could make it worse,” Wonwoo explains, hoping that it would convince you to take the injection. Next to both of you, the doctor nods in agreement with your boyfriend’s words.

You shoot a playful glare at Wonwoo. “Okay, nerd,” you fire back jokingly. “As scary as it is, I guess I’ll take it”. 

“Don’t worry. You can hold onto me throughout, okay?” Wonwoo says, taking your hand and gently rubbing circles on the back of it. “It’ll be over before you know it, and then you can go home and sleep, just like you wanted to do”. 

You nod weakly, feeling too drained by the illness to do anything else. But as soon as the doctor brings out the needle, adrenaline goes coursing through you again, and you’re back in a panicked anxious state, trying to pull away from the doctor who’s trying to administer the injection. Wonwoo notices, and he’s quickly rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear to calm you down. “Just this last step, y/n-ah. It’s gonna be over soon,” he assures. “All you need to do now is breathe in and out slowly”.

Doing as he says, you feel nothing more than a mild pinch as the needle goes in, and the injection is done. “Good job back there, y/n,” Wonwoo praises, shooting you an encouraging smile as you walk out of the clinic with him. “You were really brave. Let’s go home, and then you can get the rest you deserve”. 

Woozi:

Your knee bounces up and down nervously as you sit on the chair in the consultation room, awaiting your dreaded fate. Beads of cold sweat appear on your forehead as you try to steel your nerves to face your biggest fear- needles. You thank your lucky stars that at least your boyfriend was off work today, so he had kindly offered to accompany you to the dreaded appointment to get a booster shot. 

Next to you, Jihoon stands in silent comfort, gently squeezing your knee to try to calm you down. “I know it’s scary, y/n. I’m scared of needles too, so I know exactly how you feel,” he murmurs, gently rubbing your back. 

“How do you do it?” you ask, turning to face him for a brief moment. “How do you cope with injections?”

”It’s been a while since I’ve had to have one. But I remember that once, a nurse taught me a simple trick to make them hurt less,” Jihoon answers, brow furrowed as he tries to recall the advice given to him. “Don’t look at it- it’ll be scarier if you do. I’ll count to three before she inserts the needle, and breathe in as it happens. After that, just keep taking slow deep breaths. Can you do that?” He fleshes out a plan to you, and feeling hopeful, you nod. “Okay good. And just keep in mind, I’m right next to you,” he adds as extra reassurance.

As agreed, he counts down for you when the nurse does the injection. “One, two, three, breathe in. Very good,” he whispers soothingly. “Now just breathe in, and out. In, and out,” he instructs, and you do as he says, surprised at how little pain you felt. ”You’re doing great, y/n”. 

“I didn’t feel much of anything,” you remark, still shocked as you make your way home with Jihoon. “That trick really helped”.

”Told you,” Jihoon replies with a smile. “If it works on me, it’ll most definitely work on anybody. 

Mingyu:

“Shh, y/n, it's gonna be okay,” Mingyu reassures, stroking your hair in an attempt to comfort you. Sitting in the chair, you take deep breaths in and out, trying to steady your rapidly beating heart. 

“I don't know why I even decided to do this, Gyu. I knew I was scared of needles, but God-knows-what possessed me to think I could push past it to donate blood,” you sigh, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice as you lean into Mingyu’s embrace. 

“That just shows how kind and brave you are,” Mingyu affirms. “I asked you multiple times if you were sure you wanted this, and you were so intent on stepping out of your comfort zone to contribute to a good cause. That's truly admirable,” he adds, beaming at you encouragingly.

“Thanks Gyu,” you reply, grateful for the reassuring presence of your boyfriend in such a scary moment. Unfortunately you catch sight of the nurse preparing the needle, causing you to flinch and turn away. 

Mingyu notices and is immediately back at attempting to comfort you. “Don’t look, y/n. It’ll just make it scarier”.

”Well too late now, isn’t it?” you remark, wincing as you feel the nurse already rubbing your arm with the rubbing alcohol. “I’ve already seen the needle”.

“Unsee it, then”, Mingyu blurts, garbling out whatever nonsensical phrases come to his mind to try to humour you, succeeding as both you and the nurse chuckle. “Hey, you survived the prick earlier for the haemoglobin test. You can do this too,” Mingyu exhorts you. “I’ll be here with you throughout. Just take deep breaths in and out”. 

You do as he instructs, inhaling and exhaling deeply as you feel the needle make its way through. “And it’s done!” Hearing Mingyu’s confident announcement, you open your eyes to find the needle in your arm connecting you to a blood bag, hooked up to an IV rack. “You did well, y/n. I’m very proud”. 

For the next 10 minutes, Mingyu stays by your side and tells you all kinds of jokes to keep you entertained, until the nurse removes the blood bag and tells you that you’re all set to go. “When we get home, have a good rest while I prepare a steak dinner for us. Eat up and replenish your iron stores,” he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he holds your hand, leading you out of the clinic. 

DK:

“Modu uril chyeodabwAaAa~” 

Seokmin’s comically out-of-tune voice rings out through the clinic, a far cry from his usual angelic vocals. His clumsy dance moves add on to the hilarity of the situation as he mimics the infamous “Boys’ Planet” performance of his group’s hit song “Hot”. Across from him, you're laughing like a hyena, a far cry from the anxious state you were in earlier. Even the nurse beside you was trying to hold in her laughter as she readied a vaccine dose.

You had a vaccination appointment for today, but because you were so deathly afraid of needles and injections, you had almost backed out of it completely. Seokmin, knowing this, volunteered to come with you to the appointment to hopefully ease your nerves and provide some comfort. “I’ll be there to entertain and distract you,” he promised. “You’ll be so amused, you won’t feel a thing”. 

“Are you sure? As embarrassing as it sounds- I’ve cried at every single injection ever since I was a kid,” you confessed, scratching your head sheepishly.

”Y/n, it’s not embarrassing,” Seokmin responded, wrapping you in a warm embrace. “Everyone has their own fears and it’s perfectly normal. Hey, I still scream at the sight of bugs!” He brought up his own fear, hoping that it would make you feel less ashamed. “Jagi-ah, don’t worry. I promise I will make this the first time you ever walk out of an injection laughing instead of crying”. 

He was right. “BaMi EoMnEuN nAt HaNeUrEuN bUlGeUnSaEk” the horrible singing and wacky dancing continues as you double over in laughter, abs burning from the exertion. Who knew you’d end up enjoying your vaccination appointment so much? You continue chortling away, thoroughly amused by the antics of your boyfriend. So much so that, you fail to notice the needle making its entrance and exit and the medication going through your veins. 

“And you’re done! Just press on the injection site for about two to three minutes,” the nurse says, interrupting Seokmin’s clown show as she secures a cotton ball over the injection site with a plaster. 

“Wait, that’s all? It’s over?” you exclaim, mouth agape in shock. 

“You’ve got a very good boyfriend. He did such an amazing job at entertaining you, you didn’t even feel a thing,” the nurse chuckles, gesturing at a beaming Seokmin. 

Linking your arm with his, you prepare to leave the clinic. “He’s the best,” you reply with a confident smile.

Minghao:

”I’ll never understand you, y/n,” Minghao splutters, looking at you incredulously. “You can stay calm after getting bitten by a wild monkey, but you freak out over a tiny needle?”

Your hiking date in the nature reserve had taken a nasty turn when a macaque, apparently after the snacks in your bag, turned aggressive and bit you in the leg. By some miraculous power you were able to stay calm, stumbling away from the situation while reassuring concerned passersby that you would be alright. Minghao’s meditation efforts from the morning must have paid off, as he too kept a cool head and called for a Grab to take you to the Accident and Emergency department of the nearest hospital. Which is how you end up sitting in a consultation room, bandage wrapped snugly around your ankle to keep the wound dressing in place, and awaiting an injection. 

“It's not tiny, have you seen the size of that thing?!” you argue, eyes going wide in fear as you point at the terrifying piece of equipment.

“It's tiny compared to the jaws of whatever beast took a bite out of you earlier!” Minghao insists as he shushes you and turns you away from the nurse who's preparing the syringe.

“Okay, but the doctor has already cleaned and dressed the wound, surely that's enough to stave off infections? Why do I still need an injection?” you question, gesturing wildly in confusion and fright. “Not even just one, multiple jabs over the next few weeks”. 

“The disinfectant will keep bacterial infections of the wound at bay, yes, but it's not enough to prevent viral infections that could have already been transmitted into your bloodstream through the bite,” Minghao explains, squeezing your arm gently to try to comfort you. “All these vaccines will do the job for you”. 

“Why can't I just take medication orally then?” you argue, still not understanding why you needed an injection of all things. 

“It’s too slow for such dangerous viral infections,” Minghao clarifies.  

You sigh, still shaking slightly in fear. “I'd rather not have the injection, if I can help it”. 

“So you think catching tetanus or rabies is a favourable alternative?” Minghao counters, an eyebrow arching upwards as he stares at you. 

“No! But like- okay, fine, guess I’ll take the injections,” you huff, slumping over dejectedly. “When’s the needle coming?”

“It's already been in and out of you, dummy. The whole time you were arguing with me, the nurse came, administered the jab, and left,” Minghao snorts. 

“Oh”. 

Seungkwan:

Sniffling, you cling to Seungkwan’s arm with one hand as you ready the other for the dreaded jab. Whether you were sniffling because of your horrible flu, or because you were sobbing in fright, you will never know. Adding on to the horrible sensation, embarrassment tinted your cheeks as you were well aware that you were bawling your eyes out even before the actual ordeal had begun, though you were not a child anymore.

“Oh no, y/n,” Seungkwan murmurs in empathy as he quickly sweeps you into a hug, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings to you. “You must be really scared”. 

Too afraid to say anything else, you merely nod your head in response. “Everything will be alright, okay? I know it seems like a lot, but you’ll be really proud of yourself for getting through this,” he exhorts, squeezing your shoulders gently and leaving a kiss on the top of your head. “Is there anything I can do for you? To make you feel less afraid?” He asks, sincerity in his gaze as he lowers himself to look at you. 

“Distract me. Do something, anything to make this less scary,” you sob.

”Alright then. What about I sing to you?” He suggests.

You mull over his proposition for a moment. “That could work,” you reply, still reeling from the sheer amount of cortisol running through your system.

”Alright then. Just breathe for now, okay?” Seungkwan keeps you in his hold, continuing to stroke your hair and whisper reassurances to you. 

When the dreaded moment finally arrives, Seungkwan holds your hand, singing “Candy” softly in his usual heavenly voice. As you take in the beautiful notes, you feel yourself calm down, your pulse steadying and your breathing becoming less erratic. The feel of his hand in yours makes the situation better too, knowing that you weren’t alone in your scary predicament. You squeeze his hand back in a show of appreciation to him. 

Seungkwan is still holding your hand as you exit the clinic and make your way home. “It was scary, but you sat through it. I’m so proud of you”. He encourages you, kissing you on the cheek again as he promises lots of cuddles when you get back home. 

Vernon: 

The look of horror that had crossed Vernon's face when he saw the hues of green and yellow oozing from your wounded knee was unmistakable, and before you knew it you found yourself surrounded by the smell of antiseptic and sitting in a consultation room. “We’ve been cleaning it for weeks, and it somehow looks even worse now,” Vernon explains when you ask why he had rushed you to the nearest doctor for something so seemingly trivial. “I know it seems like no big deal, but better safe than sorry”. 

The doctor grimaces as she checks your temperature and casts another worried look at the injury. “38.2. You're lucky you came, because the infection is starting to get really bad,” she says, disposing of the cover of the ear thermometer in a swift motion. “I’ll prescribe you with some medication and an antibiotic cream, but you’ll also need an injection of antibiotics”. 

Your blood runs cold at the words, and Vernon seems to notice because his hands are immediately rubbing up and down your shoulders in silent comfort. As the doctor motions to her nurse to begin preparing the apparatus, he turns you away from their direction before you can see anything. “God, I really wasn't prepared for an injection today,” you groan.

“Hey, don't worry, it’ll be over before you know it,” Vernon states matter-of-factly, hoping the certainty in his voice would help to ground you and calm you a little. “And besides, I’m here with you,” he reminds you, deep voice soothing you like hot cocoa on a stormy winter day. 

“You're right,” you reply, turning back to face him with a smile. “And like you said- better safe than sorry. I wouldn't want the infection to worsen,” you acknowledge, now feeling fully ready to accept the injection. 

Vernon says nothing, but grunts in understanding as he continues rubbing your shoulders. As the nurse approaches with the needle, you close your eyes and prepare for the jab. “Just keep breathing”, Vernon instructs, hand remaining on yours. Doing as he says, you feel nothing more than an ant’s bite and in a flash, the process is over. 

“Don't forget to apply the cream and take the medicines at home,” Vernon reminds you as you hobble out of the clinic. One of his arms is slung around your waist and the other is holding your hand as you make your way back to the car. “I will, don't worry,” you reply. “And thanks for looking out for and caring for me,” you add, gratitude filling your heart as you slip into the passenger seat. 

“Anything for you, y/n”. 

Dino:

“Y/n, please. Just this one time, you need it to get better,” Dino pleads. Fear, desperation and worry are written all over his face at once. “You really really need this surgery- or else I don't want to think about what could happen to you”. 

Weakly, you lift your head to meet his gaze, still holding on to your stomach due to the immense stabbing pain you felt there. The same pain that had caused you to collapse onto the floor, a shriek of anguish ripping from your throat just an hour earlier, and sent Dino speed dialing an ambulance and rushing you to A&E quicker than the speed of light. There, the doctor had diagnosed you with appendicitis and sent you for an emergency operation to get the aggravating organ removed. 

However, one obstacle stood in the way- your deathly fear of needles. Despite being in a tremendous amount of pain already, you couldn't handle the thought of having to get the cannula inserted. Still looking up at Dino, you shake your head ever so slightly. “I can't, Dino, I-I’m scared,” you stammer, with what little strength you have left. 

“This could save your life, y/n,” Dino reasons in a shaky voice, hoping to break through the tidal waves of fear and anxiety crashing over you in the moment with plain, simple logic. “I’ll hold your hand throughout, until you go for the surgery. And when you wake up I’ll be right here waiting for you. So please- just this once, okay? You’ll not need another jab for a really long time after”. 

With the urgency and potentially life-threatening circumstances looming over you, you take a shaky breath and slip your hand into his, seeing that the doctor was here with the needle. Closing your eyes, you accept the slight prick and realize that it was nothing, at least compared to the excruciating pain you were already in. But through all the fear, pain and anxiety, Dino’s hand never left yours, his touch grounding you and reminding you that even in such scary circumstances, everything would be okay. You open your eyes and find him looking back at you with a small smile, as if to reassure you of the same thing. “It’ll be alright, jagi. I’ll see you when you're done, and I love you”. He finishes, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your hand. You flash a quick smile at him, waving feebly as the medical team prepares to wheel you into the operating theatre. 

When you awake, you're greeted with the sight of Dino’s relieved face. “Y/n! You're done!” He exclaims as your eyelids flutter open and you sit up groggily, the effect of the anaesthesia still fresh. Noticing your apparent drowsiness, he gently pushes you back down and beckons you to rest. “It's okay. Now you should rest. Take all the time you need here, and when the doctors clear you for discharge we can go home together,” he murmurs, and you drift back to sleep with a smile, feeling his fingers gently run through your hair.

[dandysworldhcs]

greetings, dear modlings. as i am pleased with your astro headcanons, i will provide miscellaneous headcanons of my own:

(sorry for wall of text btw i’m just really really excited)

shelly has feathers on some parts of her body e.g. arms, calves, tail end. these feathers are iridescent & she likes to gift them to toons she likes. all the mains & tisha have one.

sometimes, shelly pronounces her ‘r’s like a small growl.

shelly is also extremely flexible, as cephalopods are. she’s freaked out many people and toons by squeezing through tight spaces. she’s passed under a door successfully at least once.

pebble, if he were a real dog, would be a cardigan welsh corgi. when he distracts twisteds, he’s just following his little corgi instincts & thinks he’s just herding them into one place. he also uses herding tactics while distracting, e.g. barking and nipping heels

the christmas toons no longer get locked up when it’s not christmas because the humans are gone, and now just live with the non-event toons. however, when winter passes, their energy levels are much lower and are less likely to go on runs.

twisteds can still talk, but the extent varies from toon to toon. mains are usually more vocal, with twisted vee being the most chatty.

the tapes are not old episodes, but are instead cut-up footage of the making of the toons. (the reason why they were even cut up in the first place was as a safety measure, so that you couldn’t know what the process was like unless you obtained all tapes.) the ichor operation is more or less dandy trying to find a solution to the twisted problem, or at the very least, put the twisteds out of their misery.

there used to be science events at gardenview for the older kids and teens. it was run by astro and brightney (the nerd duo ahahaha) and they’d do various experiments together. alternatively, they were also used to teach lab safety (e.g. how to handle apparatus properly esp. more dangerous ones like bunsen burners, how to properly store chemicals and keeping them from reacting with each other). astro and brightney may have been responsible for teaching at least a couple of teenagers how to make molotov cocktails.

as a reminder of those old lab days, astro and brightney have both kept their lab coats. they’re sometimes seen wearing them around gardenview as regular coats.

excess sensory input (bright lights, talking crowds) tends to make astro very tired as it’s all very overwhelming. thus, he used to dread public appearances as he knows he’s gonna get exhausted really quickly.

astro is ironically, or unironically, the worst toon to sleep in the same bed with because he’s so LOUD when he sleeps. not only does he move around a lot, his snores are so notoriously loud and is constantly sleeptalking. the other mains (as all the mains like to sleep in a pile together) describe his sleeptalking as ‘mildly irritated, as if he’s always complaining about something’.

all of the mains have detachable heads. vee is the only toon that does this in front of humans, as the action is required for some of her stunts in her dramatic entrances.

vee still hosts her ‘gameshow’ even without the humans. the show has now taken the form of a deranged hybrid of cards against humanity, quiplash and family feud. for obvious reasons toodles is not allowed in these games.

vee has access to the internet & is aware of the ‘can run doom’ meme. after some curiosity-fuelled experimenting, vee found out that she can run doom as well.

dandy’s world is still a widely-loved cartoon. this means that there was a massive poll ‘hear-me-out’ esque poll on which character they had a crush on either as a kid and/or now. (for obvious reasons i don’t think i should have to state, toodles, pebble and coal were excluded from the poll). this poll is immensely chaotic and has caused actual fights. vee knows about this poll and has also participated in some of those fights.

HELP these are so coolcore,,,getting you

[sweetfire01]

Honora Patrem tuum [pt.4]

Ta-da, surprise

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"Can you say my name? Sii-mee." "Aah…hee" No, they weren't the right sounds. You tried again, moving your tongue better. You knew what you had to do, it was frustrating that your mouth wasn't cooperating. But better than not talking at all. "Mmh…meeeh…mmh…ah." "Too hard, right? Try Daddy. Daa…dee" “Gaah…aaa…ghee.” The angel laughed, finishing taping your diaper on the waist. "It's Daa…" "A-aah..Gah…gaa…." "…dee." "Aee…ghe-ee…"

Oh, how adorable you were, trying to talk and call him! Simeon leaned towards your tummy, kissing your exposed skin playfully. "Daddy's little lamb is so cute, it makes you want to eat them. Yum!" You trilled with happiness, squirming on the changing table and kicking your legs as he nibbled you. "Ga-ga!" From this position you managed to grab a lock of his hair but, instead of rising up, he pressed his face even more and blew a raspberry at you. The ticklish sensation made you laugh so hard that you let him go, waving your hands as you giggled. Once you had calmed down, the angel finished buttoning your onesie and then rested his chin on your now covered ribs. He was looking into your eyes with a smile, and a look so loving that it made you feeling butterflies in the stomach . "You're Daddy's whole world, you know that right, little lamb?" You smiled back at him, babbling behind your thumb.

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You were going to the park. You loved this time of the day, even if you would never admit it openly. Well, actually there was no need to admit it, Simmy saw your eyes light up every time he told you that you were going out for a walk. It was absolutely humiliating to be in the pram, but it was comfortable. When he laid you down on it, you immediately snuggled into the soft mat. You couldn't turn around, sure, the band held you in place on your back, but it felt good. And you even managed to enjoy the ride, looking at the landscape of the Celestial Realm with curious eyes, as long as the other angels kept their dammit hands off you. But you quickly discovered that it was enough to fuss a little, grabbing hands towards Simmy and, once in his arms, hide your face against his neck. You couldn't stop the comments about how precious and shy you were, but at least no pinches on your cheeks or tickles under your chin. Every now and then you received strokes on the back, which were acceptable. The important thing was not to meet Michael again. Once you arrived, you were taken down from the pram and placed gently on the ground. You started crawling around as usual, exploring. Every day you went to a different area, today you were near a small pond. You approached it, looking at the water, so crystal clear that you could count the pebbles on the bottom. You were a bit disappointed that there weren't any fish. And those pebbles were all shades of white and grey. You expected something more colourful. Honestly, it was a little boring. “What is it, my lamby?” Your angel knelt behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Don't you want to play? Does it scare you?" He took one of your hands, slowly dipping it into the water. It was… it was… "Gam!" Simeon laughed. "Yes baby, the water is warm!" - how he managed to understand what you meant was a mystery. You dipped your other hand too. It felt so good, it made you want to take a bath.

As if reading your mind, Simmy kissed your head and asked, "What do you say, do we want to get these little feet wet too?" You looked at him in surprise before nodding vigorously, making him chuckle again. "Okay, come here then." He sat down in a more comfortable position on the ground and settled you better in his lap. He took off your socks and barely managed to roll your pants up above your knees as you started squirming excitedly. Your feet were bare, so they had to soak in the water now! There was no time for other frivolous things like a sock. "Easy, easy, baby, almost done. That's it." He let go of your legs and held you by the waist again as you squealed. You happily kicked your legs in the pond, even trying to stretch them out to catch a pebble with your toes. It was shallower than you had thought. Simeon rummaged through the diaper bag he always carried with him, taking something out and handing it to you. "Look here who wants to play in the water with you."

It was a little blue whale shaped toy that you absolutely loved playing with during bath time. You immersed it as he had taught you and when you took it out, you squeeze it, releasing a jet of water from its head. Like a real whale! Of course, you correct yourself, you didn't like the toy itself, only the way you could use to wet the angel. Now that was fun! You dipped it in the pond, moving it back and forth, because it's a whale and whales swim, they don't stay still. Then they come back up and let the water out! You continued like this two, three, five more times, maybe? It might have been even more, but that didn't matter now. Rather… what would happen if the whale went to the bottom? You held it up, looking at it for a moment. You dropped it, expecting to see it head towards the pebbles. Instead, it simply remained still, floating on the surface of the water.

That's right, you remembered, bath toys float. You were ashamed of your stupidity. Since when were you becoming… like this? Something wasn't good. “Hey, what made my little lamby so upset?” Simmy's sweet voice brought you back to reality. "Doesn't the whale swim anymore?" His hand wrapped around your smaller one, helping you hold onto the toy. “Here comes the whale down…” You both submerged it. "…and now go back up." He helped you get it out. "Then you know what it does? It spits out the water!". He gently squeezed your hand and whale, letting the jet out. Yes, you had seen it hundreds of times before. But it was always fun. You giggled. You continued to play with him, in your Daddy's lap as he helped you move the toy, your attention completely absorbed. At one point you felt his hand rub your hair, a little too hard. You complained, shaking your head and squirming a bit. He didn't know that- "Oh, don't they like when I do that?" You snapped your head up. That wasn't your angel's voice. That was Michael's. The only one you didn't want to see anymore.

You squealed, snuggling into Simmy's chest. You were still embarrassed from the last time he witnessed your diaper change. You knew you couldn't avoid him forever, but at least let a little more time pass before you meet again, dammit! "Ahah, they prefer more when you stroke the hair like this." You felt another hand, this one more familiar and right in a certain way, gently runs through your locks and massage your scalp. Just the way you liked it. You curled up a little more. “…you used the angelic ability, didn’t you?” "Hmm, I don't understand what you mean." Simmy's tone didn't really seem… sincere. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, suddenly interested in the exchange. Angelic ability? "They are too calm, you are putting their minds at ease." Michael's wasn't an accusation, just a simple statement. “Only at the beginning. Then they all settled down on their own.” He must have noticed you looking at him, because he looked down at you. He nuzzled your nose with his, murmuring “I simply have the most perfect little lamb in the three realm, isn't it right, baby?" You hummed in agreement. If he said so, it was right.

"Well, then you'll have to explain to me how you did it." Michael crouched down towards him and lowered his voice. "I spoke to our Father. He accepted forgiveness." Arms tightened around your waist as the angel unconsciously pulled you closer. “R-really?” What? What is happening? "Yes. And this means that…" the eyes of the strongest fell on you, meeting your gaze for a moment before you hid your face "...we have to do it tonight." "B-but…" "Simeon. We cannot delay. And if anything were to happen while he is here, you- no, we could lose them both." Simmy let out a sigh before giving you a sad smil. That was all it took, along with Michael's serious tone, to scare you. You were involved in something but you didn't know in what. You started whining. "Hush, hush, it's alright." The hand stroked up and down your back, calming you a bit. You suddenly felt tired, barely realizing there was even a second hand, a touch so light on your head it was almost imperceptible. "Come to the Palace after dinner. I'll take care of it." And with that, Michael stood up. "I'm going now. Don't worry, everything will be fine." He ruffled his brother's hair before walking away, leaving the park. Meanwhile, you were already dozing with your head on Daddy's shoulder, one leg still in the water and the other halfway on his lap.

A good place to stay and nap.

Everything will be alright...

"And then he said to me for the angelic ability, uh?"