#(( as you can tell. he has a perfectly normal healthy relationship with his kid !! no bad parenting here whatsoever !!! ))

[runelocked]

STAY DOWN. HE OBEYS, NOT BECAUSE HE’S LISTENING, BUT BECAUSE THE ANGER THAT WASHES OVER HIM AT HER WORDS LEAVES HIM TOO DIZZY TO STAND. He’d been ill all the time as a child too, always the smallest and sickliest — runt of the litter, he remembers thinking, and even back then, seven or eight, his cheeks had been awash in bitter hurt pride — and he’s supposed to be more than that, now. More than human.

Here’s humanity: the father’s legs buckle and he’s forced to sink back to the bed, the world dripping in his vision like the blood marring his hands. The daughter stands tall, for now, for once above him. “ Fine, ” he tells her, growls, because he knows they both know it’s a damn lie, “ I told you before. Needed fresh air. ”

The room does feel suffocating, so it’s not entirely false. Even more so when his lungs gasp for air like it’s a diminishing resource, leaving the breaths he takes wheezing, disorienting. The whole situation is — his daughter in front of her, her young childish face full of love and concern, holding his hand: Dad ? Are you okay ?

“ I’m alright, Ness. Just feeling a little tired. ” ( His answer to his little girl is always softer than to his real daughter. Some things never change. )

He’s always lied to her. As a child and as an adult. William’s head spins, and the thought of lying down and drowning the world out sounds great, but he’s got work to do. And he’s got a reputation to keep. And his daughter shouldn’t see him like this. This is pathetic enough. Damp with sweat and cold with urgency, he goes to stand again: pitches forward, almost onto the floor, if he hadn’t managed to balance himself in time. Fuck, he’s warm. “ Can you — ” First warning. When has he ever asked her for anything when he could take it instead? “ — get your Mom for me ? Be a good girl. ”

Stand up straighter. Stop smiling like that. It’s time you grew up. You’re going to hold this for me. Lie down, play dead. Bad dog. He hasn’t mentioned her mother in a long time. Drowsy eyes lift, only half certain of who he’s looking at, try to find hers amidst the tilting, teetering world. Be good.

CONTINUED. / @hazardess

[greyscale-enthusiast]

chapter 17 thoughts

You’ve forgotten about our promise.

Shut up.

I’m not your toy, Reo!

Nagi is a genius, in every sense of the word. We have been told this so many times. Of course he’s going to know the rich ‘i get what i want’ kid has taken an interest in him as a ‘tool’ for getting whatever recognition he’s looking for. But it’s also the first time he was told he was fun to hang out with, that he’s been made the center of someone else’s world if only for a couple hours a day (we have not been told his background yet).

Nagi knew he was a ‘tool’ for Reo, and he was okay with it. In a way, Reo was also a ‘tool’ for him, with the way the promise to feel alive was dangled by Reo over his head. He thought a friendship could be maintained like that, probably. And Reo had only had friendships like that, so they were both in for an unpleasant surprise once they started wanting more: wanting to be more vulnerable, more authentic. They wanted real connection. And boy they really are teenagers cause the way they seek it is so gut wrenching i had to stop reading for a bit :(

Reo is showing Nagi through his actions he has forgotten the promise to -become the best- together. Reo, before, was kind of okay with the idea of telling Nagi they’d see each other in the future. It was a show of good sportsmanship, he’d get across how he was strong enough to not fear what the future departs. Yet he couldn’t say the words because it wasn’t about only football anymore. It was about attachment.

Now, Reo doesn’t want Nagi’s kind words. He doesn’t want Nagi to look down on him here, because he gave it his best and it still wasn’t enough. Twice. Here, the possibility of Nagi leaving him became a reality to him. So he did what his ego needed him to do to survive and changed tactics. He made Nagi mad enough to ‘properly abandon’ him (still controlling Nagi which Nagi probably knew at some level), maybe to have a reason to leave soccer or to actually force himself to find another way to fight for himself, like he explicitly wanted to do in the MSC vs BM.

(Then Isagi had to come back and, not content with being the catalyst to their separation, had to go and make Reo overthink even more his ego survival tactics and further humiliate him in front of his person. Isagi ur so funny.)

What i really like with Nagi fighting back against the idea of being Reo’s toy is how they both had this perspective of their relationship. Because BOTH WERE DOING THE SAME THING. Both Wet Cat Reo and MSC Nagi were trying to make the other behave ‘out of character’, thus controlling them like toys. But that’s a really cold way of seeing normal friendship interactions. In a healthy friendship you change your friends and they change you, allowing each other to confidently explore different aspects of their personalities in a safe space. And Future Nagi, who had probably the least ‘materialistic and exchange-focused’ interactions through his life in the basis of having the least interactions out of the two, will see this, and think ‘i never wanted that but i can see why you’d think that’. Not like that but he’d feel the realization in his body, if that even makes sense.

TLDR Reo wanted to be the best and got stuck on the ‘together’ part and Nagi made Reo promise to stay together while getting distracted by the ‘best in the world’ part.

Also TLDR2 Nagi saw Eternal Sunshine and manifested it perfectly in his life. Really the epitome of born to shojo forced to shonen, these two.

[foreverrandomwritings]

Hi can I request ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜ with fanboy from the soft and sweet sentence starters? Thanks 😊

Changes

Summary: Going through changes while your husband is away causes you to become insecure. What will he say when he gets back home?

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x afab!Reader

Warnings: Body insecurity, weight gain, doctors office, depression if you squint and fluff.

Word count: 1381

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

It has been months since you’ve seen your husband in person. He had been deployed somewhere out in the middle of the ocean for around six months. For a mission you had zero clue about. He had only been allowed to tell you minimal details per usual. You had of course been worried like you always were when he was away.

You hadn’t realized this time was different from the others. You had grown depressed and had begun eating your feelings. You still hung out with Payback's wife and kids regularly. Your parents had made a trip out to you once and you had taken a trip out to his parents as well. You went out on hikes and picked up ceramics classes during his time away. 

You hadn’t noticed that you had started gaining more weight until you had a routine physical. When you stepped on the scale the number was higher than it normally was. Your doctor had reassured you that you were still perfectly healthy. She had told you that you physically had nothing to worry about with the added weight.  Even with her professional reassurance however you became a little insecure. 

You confided in Payback’s wife about your worries. She had dropped her jaw as the words left your mouth. She also may have smacked you a little harshly on your arm. Then proceeded to tell you that you were drop dead gorgeous and had nothing to worry about. She also made sure to tell you that if Fanboy had any problem with the added cushion that she’d find him and knock some sense into him. Which worried you slightly because she was a very fierce woman. 

You continued to worry, especially about how other people would view you. Not fitting into society's standards had always been something you struggled with but now it actually got to you. You would wear baggier clothes if you went out. Maybe not having your husband here to reassure you was a factor in your struggle. 

But you didn’t want to bother him with such trivial things while he was away. So you would make excuses why you couldn’t video call Mickey. You had slowly stopped sending him pictures of yourself. Which was something you had done since his first deployment. Some of the pictures would just be you being silly. Some of the pictures would be of you and your bearded dragon. Some of them would be of you in different positions in some of his favorite lingerie pieces. 

Now the pictures you sent were of what you had for breakfast or of the views you’d see on hikes that you went on. There were the ones of just your bearded dragon Tesoro or Treasure when translated. Some were of what you had made in your weekly ceramics class. You had sent some of you snuggled up on the couch covered in a large blanket and face mask. You had avoided sending him anything that really showed you at all. 

Fanboy had of course noticed the change in photos from you. He asked you what was wrong but you told him that everything was perfectly fine. He was secure enough in your relationship to know you wouldn’t cheat on him. So that thought was already out of the question. He also knew you well enough to know you would come to him when you were ready. 

He was just excited to get back home to you. As the days grew closer he became more and more ecstatic. He had been talking anyone’s ear off that got anywhere near him about how excited he was to be back on land, back with you. Payback was the only one that didn’t get annoyed as he was just as excited to go back home to his family. 

You however were very nervous to have your husband back home. Even though you still felt healthy and you didn’t think you looked terrible. It still worried you that the man you had been with for so long would see the change in your body and be turned off by it. The thought was silly though, you knew deep down that he would love you no matter what. He had always been a supportive husband and a radical feminist. He worshiped the ground you walked on since the very first time you met each other.

When the day finally arrived you woke up extra early to get ready. The start was slow as you studied yourself in the mirror. Looking over all the new stretch marks and cellulite. The way your hips dipped a bit more than before. Your cheeks had plumped up a little more. You looked at yourself and saw someone so beautiful and radiant that you had tears come to your eyes. 

But then the hesitation of what your husband would think came back to your mind. You have been together for many years now. The both of you had changed immensely since you first started dating. He had never stopped loving you and worshiping you and you never wavered in your love for him. Neither of you ever minded when the other changed. 

For some reason this time the change got to you. Maybe it was the fact that he had been around women and men that were fit as fiddles for the last several months. Maybe it was because this was the longest he had been away from you and you feared that the change would be too sudden. But you shook your head clearing those nasty thoughts out of your mind and got yourself ready. 

You put on a new pair of jeans you had needed to get due to the weight change. Then pulled on a graphic shirt that Fanboy had gotten for you when you first started dating. It was luckily pretty loose on you already so now it just had a bit of a tighter fit. You styled your hair quickly before slipping on a worn pair of vans. Then you were out the door and on your way to the unloading dock. 

Paybacks wife and kids were already there when you pulled in. So you stood with them. She had complimented your outfit which made you feel a bit better. You made idle conversation with her and the kids. The group of you were all extremely eager as you waited. The ship pulled up to the dock and you were squeezing her hand tightly. 

“Do you see them yet, Tina?” Their youngest and only daughter sat upon their oldest son's shoulders and was acting as the look out. 

“No Auntie I don’t see daddy or uncle Mick anywhere.” She pouted, shaking her head furiously.

“That’s alright dear, they’ll find us. They always do.” Denise reassured her daughter. Moments passed as you scanned your eyes over the Navy men and women exiting the ship. You finally saw Paybacks head over the sea of people. You knew that your husband couldn’t be far from him. 

You were right because as soon as Payback broke through your husband followed him. His eyes scanned over your form and you fought against hiding from him. He smiled at the shirt you were wearing. Then his beautiful brown eyes connected to yours and it was like he had found a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. He hurriedly stepped towards you grasping your face in his hands. 

He pulled you into a kiss that you both desperately needed. Lips melding together perfectly, two mouths made to collide like the waves and the shore. You held his hips in your hands as he pulled away. He looked you over again and you worried your lip between your teeth, nervous about what he was going to say. 

“Wow, I really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look.” You let out a loud laugh at his words, throwing your arms around him and bringing him into a hug. He nuzzled his head into your neck. Taking in the smell of your perfume. 

“You are absolutely gorgeous carina. The absolute love of my life.” Tears sprang to your eyes as your silly little worries went away. You would thank fate everyday that you got to call him your husband. 

A/N: Thank you so much for this request darling anon! So sorry it took forever and I hope you love it! I as always very much enjoy writing for my husband.

Tags(open): @wkndwlff @sylviebell @princess76179 @eternallyvenus @loving-and-dreaming

[wabatle]

hi emii 

IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE BUT SHH

id liked to be matched up please

uhhh for fandom oshi no ko and tbhk (if i can do more than one)

i use she/they pronouns but mainly she/her (and my gender is female)

i don’t mind male or female tbh 😭😭

uhm my personality uhh like i’m outgoing,  an ambivert i like spending time with my friends and i usually try to be nice to everyone although sometimes i fail and either look like a weirdo or a total asshole some personality traits i have are honestly lazy, sort of kindhearted, sometimes i can accidentally be a little manipulative (although i hate it) however im compassionate and sociable and quite honest, rlly loyal to people i like and yh..

i love drawing and making things for my friends, like gifts or food, and one of my main hobby’s is drawing Ocs or playing the piano, someday i want to be a paediatrician and work with kids (stupid classmates called me drake for saying that though 😭😭) things that make me feel negative are when people talk about me, or question things i do, or when someone leaves me out of something it hurts like shit but things that make me feel happy n positive are when my friends are always there for me when i have a panic attack or when they have to deal with my hopeless romantic energy lmao.

My love language is deffo physical affection, honestly i don’t like conveying my feelings with words i like doing little acts of service, making gifts and being able to give physical affection to them, i’d definitely like to receive the same thing, physical affection mainly (touch starved bby) yet i don’t like them giving words of affection to me, it’s just something that i don’t like as it makes me embarrassed.

uhhh let me just think of something random, like they do the little things to show they care about me like stopping me from walking into traffic or holding my hand when i feel upset like ahhhh i love that so much omg 😭😭

tyyy

𓆩⚝𓆪 — @sillynene-13's Oshi no Ko and TBHK matchup~!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: Hey pookie!!! Ofc you can do more than one!! I put a lot of thought into these, like. A lot. Idk why 😭😭 I work hard for my pookster 😼😼

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I think your Oshi no Ko soulmate is...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Akane Kurokawa!

I feel like you match each other's energy so well ngl...

Akane understands that you can come across as manipulative and she knows you don't mean to, so she always tells you.

She doesn't mind your physical affection. Although she herself may prefer words of affirmation (idk i just feel like she would), she doesn't mind and actually quite likes it!

Akane knows perfectly well how horrible panic attacks and depression can be, so she always, always has your back during it. Whatever you need, she'll be that for you.

If hand holding is what you like then she'll gladly hold your hand anywhere you go!

Akane also makes sure you always feel included and would feel bad herself if you were left out.

If you're trying to be nice, she can tell and if you're having a hard time conveying it she'll gladly help you.

Honestly, you guys make such a healthy relationship. You're both honest and open with each other, and you enjoy each other's company.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — I think your Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun soulmate is...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Mitsuba Sousuke!

If you're trying to be nice but you look like an asshole bro will make it known and laugh his ass off

He doesn't mind your physical affection that much you just need to be careful with it. There's certain people who he would be embarrassed to show that to.

He likes that you always listen to him. He feels comfortable around you and feels safe talking to you about anything.

He likes to listen to you play piano. Normally he wouldn't give that kind of stuff the time of day, but he makes an exception because he loves you.

Mitsuba makes sure he's always on your side. Seems like the type of guy to be on your side, even if you're in the wrong.

He knows just how to encourage you. If you're feeling down because of teasing, he knows exactly what to say. He's very insistent that you follow your dreams.

I hoped you liked it!! Ty for requesting pookie bear!!! I'm sorry Mitsuba's is so short grgrgrgrgrgrrr 😖😖

[ooops-i-arted]

I bet you’ve got a lot of thoughts about “The Foundling” and can’t wait to hear your meta-child development-analysis

Ah, Grogu on the beach. Relaxing and exploring like a real kid should be. Until it's time for FIGHT CLUB JR lol. But Din's desire for Grogu to be with the others is understandable - by now he's surely picked up that Schools Are For Children And That's Good. Grogu does need to be with his peers. But unfortunately there appears to be no Mandalorian preschool on Death World, so like in The Siege, Grogu is thrown in with the older kiddos. But he lifts his arms up anyway; Grogu always wants to please Dad, and probably feels even more desire to do so now that they're here among Dad's people.

Din saying "It's time you learn with the other foundlings. Playtime's over" isn't necessarily unusual in the real world, of course, and it's clearly well-meant. But since I have you all here, I'd like to remind you that children learn best through play! Grogu seems old enough to handle some structured lessons, but playing with his peers should be perfectly healthy and normal for him and should be encouraged. (It's a shame we never get to see Din and Paz set up a play date for their boys.)

So.... is Fight Club Jr. really appropriate for kids? I guess it depends on context. Overall, it really doesn't seem that different from elementary/preteen kids' karate or sports lessons in our world. Nothing is lethal, but discipline and hard work are expected and there is a chance to get bruises. In-universe, we know the Children of the Watch specifically have faced being hunted down and harmed, so it makes sense they train their kids to be able to protect themselves as soon as they're able. In itself, it seems reasonable. Where that gets tripped up is when Din throws Grogu in there.

Why is Din so eager for Grogu to join Fight Club Jr.? He knows Grogu trained with Luke and can jump, Din has seen Grogu defend himself (and almost always when already threatened) but fighting is another level. Is this what happened to him as a foundling (or what he remembers/perceives as happening) and he views this as normal? Did he have a ward who treated him this way? Din is oddly stiff and stern as he enters Grogu into a match and doesn't even ask Grogu if he's interested or ready, in sharp contrast to their other interactions. Normally he talks to Grogu like a fellow living being, including asking his consent for big decisions (such as when Grogu chooses to go with Luke). Referring to himself as Grogu's "ward" is just egregious the way it's casually dropped and skipped over. After all this, Din won't refer to himself as Grogu's father? And if it's still an internal thing he is coming to grips with, why isn't that dwelled on or explored more? Imo this seemed off compared to what we've previously seen in terms of Din being a father to Grogu. (But I guess it was all so Bo could tell Grogu Din was proud of him, when Din is perfectly capable of doing so himself and has expressed his pride in the past.) Din crouching down to quietly and calmly instruct Grogu how to use the launcher and tell him he'll be fine seems much more like how Din usually parents Grogu.

Grogu looks right to Din when he fails the first round, his usual source of reassurance. Din understands what Grogu needs finally, and assures him he can use his powers - a necessity, because Grogu has hidden so long and doesn't usually know who he can be himself around. (Also, for all we know he heard stories about the Old Republic era, where Mandalorians and Jedi were at war.) And as soon as he wins Grogu looks straight to Din, wanting to know he did good. Din is still so important for Grogu's emotional well-being. Grogu uses Din as a barometer to explore this new place and people and figure out if he's behaving acceptably or not. It's another sign of a very secure attachment and a relationship of mutual trust.

I do notice that Grogu is out on the beach when everyone else went inside after the latest Foundlingnapping. More likely a set-up for his next scene with the Armorer, but I do like the idea that he's not afraid of no Child-Eating Monster. Or he's gotta keep an eye out and make sure it doesn't get Dad, because DAMN Dad is ALWAYS getting into trouble and I, Grogu, am the only thing between him and certain death.

Grogu probably needs like, some Real Actual Therapy for his childhood trauma but sitting in the quiet forge calmly isn't too bad as a coping mechanism. In my preschool we often practice taking deep breaths to calm down, identifying our feelings, talking through them so another person can understand and help you. It's probably not dissimilar to what Grogu did as a Jedi youngling. That may have been what lead him to connect and relive his memories, and we finally see how he escaped the Jedi Temple.

The whole flashback is more about telling the audience how he escaped than being a character study, so there isn't much to recap from a child development perspective there tbh. You can tell he's so scared. He is clutching his blanket for dear life. Was it a comfort item he had as a youngling? Did he have other toys he left behind? How many other children did he watch die? How many people he knew and loved? It's no wonder his memories "went dark." That much trauma would be rough on an adult, let alone a little one who was probably between baby and toddler in development. (Judging how we see him as toddler-like in season 1, 3-4 years old-like in season 2, and 4-5 years old-like in BoBF and season 3, I'm guessing he was about the equivalent of 1-2 at that point, and probably had regressed in behavior/abilities by the time he met Din due to his treatment.) We don't know what happened between escaping Coruscant and meeting Din, but since we see him locked up as a commodity by the Niktos and showing signs of being neglected/abused (minimal attention-seeking because he has learned it won't get him what he needs, minimal vocalizations, avoids drawing attention to himself as he has learned it's a negative thing) I'm guessing nothing good. He does look calmer after his flashback, though, so I like to think he's facing it and processing it and continuing his healing process.

He looks so happy and proud to get a new piece of armor though! I bet he couldn't wait to show Din and I wish we'd gotten a scene of that! He's gotta be really working those muscles to be carrying around all that armor. Also, I feel like Grogu wouldn't be above rubbing his new shiny beskar in Ragnar's face. I really want them to be friends and have playdates now....

[thespiritofeon]

Bkdk

Just gonna assume you want all the questions answered so you can show all your friends how wrong I am

also idk how to make a read more on mobile so bear with me

1. Who most initiates PDA?

deku

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

deku is a huge cuddler, katsuki splays out and kicks blankets off in the middle of the night

3. Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

both

4. How did they first meet?

when they were babies

5. What is their love language?

insults (words of affirmation) and fighting (time together/physical touch)

6. When did they realize they loved each other?

took other people telling them they were dating one too many times

7. Who is more sentimental?

katsuki

8. What’s one way their personalities compliment one another?

.... idk read the manga

9. How are their personalities different?

again.. read the manga

10. What are some non-sexual activities they do together? 

bicker. read manga. gush about heroes

11. Which member is more physically affectionate?

deku

12. Which member is more verbally affectionate?

deku

13. Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

deku

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

mix of both - katsuki is (mostly) introverted and deku is extroverted so they compromise

15. Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

deku is impulsive

16. Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

deku stays up late

17. Who fell in love first?

deku has admired katsuki forever but realizing he has feelings for him hit him like a mack truck. katsuki fell over time and struggled with trying to figure out if his feelings were normal or Gay

18. What song fits them perfectly?

i will not say because xan disagrees

19. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

theyre fine until they reunite and deku turns into a blubbering mess and katsuki is extra tactile

20. Who holds a grudge the longest?

katsuki

21. Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

im not answering this

22. Who gets more easily embarrassed?

deku

23. Who overthinks the most?

deku

24. Which of the two is the most competitive?

equal

25. Who’s the most stubborn?

equal

26. How do they comfort each other?

depends on what needs comforting from, but 90% of the time deku needs some sort of physical comfort while katsuki doesnt want to be touched

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

everything

28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

yes, for the most part

29. What is their sex life like?

they have 10 kids

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

on dekus forehead, under his bangs

on katsukis arms

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

like all relationships

32. How do they resolve their arguments?

they do their best

33. Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

katsuki. at first he doesnt deal with them in a healthy way, but once he grows up he goes to therapy to work out his issues.

34.��Do they give each other nicknames?

yes

35. What movies do they enjoy watching most?

deku loves super hero movies

katsuki loves horror

36. How’d they meet each other’s families?

in diapers

37. What do they like the least about each other?

deku likes to cook but hates to clean

katsuki goes to bed too early

38. What was their most memorable date?

the first one that wasnt interrupted by a villain attack or by their friends

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

good question!

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

deku makes katsuki smile

[fumblingmusings]

I love your slow paced envy universe so much! It's so rich and I'm always a sucker for dysfunctional family dynamics. One thing I've noticed, both Alfred and Matthew are maybe not competing for Evelyns attentions but appreciating when that attention is on them even if its anger. Does this ever cause a rift? Is it something that would stroke Eva's ego, to have them both vying for her attention? Especially with Alfred sort of bringing all that focus on himself.

A rift over her attention? She would absolutely preen at the thought, but I doubt it. I think Matthew is too passive - and too smart - to fall into that trap. Swallow those feelings down down down... Alfred has too much pride to go down that rabbit hole either. Much easier to get angry at the person making you feel some sort of way than be vulnerable.

Having said that, I like the idea maybe, of when they were babies, Alfred would be hurt thinking she was so desperate to have a second boy was because Alfred wasn't enough, and you know Alfred loves to be the centre of attention, especially following the War of the Three Kingdoms when he was cut off from Evelyn so then getting her back only for her head to be elsewhere... So it all compounded a bit by the end of the 1600s. But I think that was weakened by the fact that no, he genuinely loved being around Matthew and his mama was trying to create scenario where they could be together, for Alfred's benefit as much as her own (so she says).

On the opposite end Mattie being lonely and kind of wistful thinking about Alfred who gets to spend all of his time with maman whilst Francis forgot to write that month. He knows what the alternative is, and she's forever promising him things she won't keep, but he's small and wants greener pastures and what Alfred has. But that's just little kids wanting to be the centre of the world because you are the centre of the world when you're a helpless little child. Figuratively. And it's a cold reality when it's harshly taken away, or you can see it with others, but you yourself are denied it. Resentful. Just a little. He thinks Alfred is a big dumb dumb after the fallout in Salem.

I think Matthew knew - as she told him - that Evelyn can be sweet and loving to Mattie and maybe even at time show preference to his company over Alfred until the cows come home, but there will be times that England will drop Canada in the shit because America - not even demands it - just the England infers that placating America is preferable. So he sort of internalised that hierarchy and thinks 'this is fine, this is the way it has to work', because what is a viable alternative? Realistically speaking. He was told that one of the main reasons England took him was for Alfred's safety - no more French on those borders. That screws with a kid's value and she definitely exploits it.

And I'm not sure Alfred for a long time quite understand how much leverage he had? Not until Evelyn says to him that she'll always pick him over Europe, when she tells him that the only time she will genuinely act is over his, Matt, Jack and Maia's safety, and then it becomes a game of 'well how far can we go beyond Europe then? Tell me the order of the children' and the answer is pretty much what you'd expect. And Matthew knows it too.

So Alfred, like Evelyn with Matthew, can have a relationship with his brother which is, on paper, perfectly normal and healthy and trusting, but I think there are times when - as nations - they all get a bit backstabby. I think they all accept it as part of the game - the nature of being a literal spirit. You cannot live a thousand years and hold on to every contradiction, it will drive a person mad. Some may hold a grudge and grumble (Alfred), some may be upset at the status quo but accept it (Matthew), some may excuse it and act even worse because 'it's just the way things have always worked' (Evelyn).

Maybe when they're adults it's just them drunkenly arguing about who is more of a momma's boy, but I don't think it would really go anyway genuinely hurtful. They're just dumb drunk 20 somethings rolling around on the street on a night out during a conference realising that they need a lift back to the hotel and do you think Eva would pick us up oh you would fucking say her wouldn't ya etc. etc...

I think the boys in modern day love each other more than her. And I think she comes to be actually very much at peace and happy with that fact.

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Malleus, Jamil and Floyd with a darling that just broke up with them

Yandere Jamil Viper

Do you know the best way to handle it when your partner wants to break up with you?

Well of course to manipulate their mind with magic *sarcasm*.

And then you can wonder why your partner called you possessive * more sarcasm*

Jamil doesn't like this at all.

He doesn't even understand how you can think something like that.

You are HIS partner.

This is a relationship HE has earned.

Jamil is possessive.

He wants to know why you want to break up?

Are you in love with someone else?

If you are Jamil take care of them.

Jamil will definitely use snake whisper on you.

At the same time, however, he is sad.

Jamil longs for true love.

He knows this isn't it.

But better than nothing.

"Y/N I can't stand this kind of disobedience. No, we are not different. After all I've put up with, I deserve this. You're leaving me no choice Y/N."

Yandere Malleus Draconia

Wait a minute... That's illegal.

Or If you are in the Briar Valley area Malleus certainly makes it illegal.

You can't stop him.

It was a perfectly normal day for him.

Malleus just didn't know that you had had enough of his yandere behavior.

And that you finally had the courage to say it.

Malleus can be really scary.

At first Malleus would not react in any way.

He would just stare at you.

It's like his green eyes are drilling deep into your soul.

Finally, Malleus asks if you're kidding.

That seems unlikely to him.

But he wants to be sure.

You can hear the rumble of thunder when you say you're not kidding.

Malleus just says "No".

He's not going to let you leave him.

If Malleus hadn't kidnapped you he would now.

Say goodbye to your freedom.

After this, you really don't have it.

"No Y/N you heard me we are not breaking up. I don't accept it. Oh what am I going to do? I'm going to take you to my kingdom and make a law to prevent you from leaving me. No Y/N I'm not overreacting."

Yandere Floyd Leech

You are either really brave or stupid to dare to say such a thing out loud.

Decide for yourself which one you are.

Floyd laughs.

He thinks this is a funny joke.

Surely Shrimpy is only joking.

Is not that right?

But when Floyd sees your serious expression he realizes that you are not joking.

Now Floyd is no longer having fun.

He is really angry.

Floyd would quickly come closer to you.

Of course you can try to run away.

But that would only excite this eel.

Floyd would slowly start squeezing you.

He promises to stop only when you cancel what you said.

And Floyd is serious.

You might end up with a couple of broken bones.

When you tell him you were only joking, Floyd is immediately happier.

A smile adorns the face of this eel.

Floyd kiss on your lips and makes you promise never to say anything like that again.

A perfectly healthy way to solve relationship problems *sarcasm*

"No Shrimpy I won't stop until you say you love me and you're wrong. *Floyd waits a moment* Oh really? I love you too Y/N."

[prettyboykatsuki]

ARI pls no pressure but im dying to read any bnha long fics ;;; i recently got into the fandom n i wanna read something if u have any recs itd be greatly appreciated i love u n if u dont have any its ok i hope ur having a good day king

i will be real i haven't done a lot of reading lately </3 i dont have the spoons to read anything long but of the stuff ive read

fill my little word right up - aizawa x reader by @/shibaraki

just like. such a wonderful and cathartic fic i really dont know what to say. its welldone and you can feel the specific care it puts into building healthy relationships with trauma involved. and we get to bone aizawa.

(monty has a lot of longfics and i normally read every single one bc they're crazy talented i would tell u to do the same!! if ur looking to binge this is a good place to be)

give you my wild - bakugou x reader @/spacelabrathor

this is bkg fic of all time to me personally </3 i love it sm. great worldbuilding and relationship progession seriously. cant be overstated. tw for hybrid stuff. cee also writes a lot long fic (affectionate) and they're . Literally all good. im waiting for break to read their new bkg fic but yes <3

if he's a serial killer - dabi x reader by @/willoswer | massive trigger warnings for violence and other things u might expect in a dabi fic

i genuinely think is one of the greatest characterizations of dabi in the history of ever. like its gut wrenchingly good and captures his vibe so perfectly. it's a little darker than the others so heads up but. so so good. i reread it p recently

(same as the above authors.... very talented and lovely pal)

im not done reading it but i can reccomend higher than the mountains, deeper than the sea, a dabi fic by @/phen0l in good faith. same warnings as above, pls heed tags but well done with FANTASTIC character voice and progression so far.

and sleeping in the garden by @/petrichorium which ive also started reading but haven't finished. it is a bkg fic and it is very lighthearted and a good spin on kid fic to me. also the specific interaction between bkg (angy) and reader (patient and Lovely). also i love ayame... she is dear to me

i would be repeating myself but above authors are also both very talented people and write longer fics (and a lot more villain content if that is bread and butter) so i can reccomend in good faith

i am missing many people and many fics bc again i havent done much reading but this are all the things i have read and reread ofter or think of fondly

[erodasfishtacos]

Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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-

“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

-

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

-

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

-

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

-

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

-

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

-

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

[camotherogue]

I think your friends should probably look very hard at the power imbalances in a relationship with that kind of an age gap. A four year gap between say, two people over 25 wouldn't matter due to the significant lack of change and growth in the brains, but there is a *lot* of growth between the ages of 16 to 20 and that will create a severe imbalance even if both sides are perfectly willing. I'm not saying your friends partners are predatory (though it's not unlikely, given that uni students around the age of 20 often view having a teenage partner as a "flex" and usually have one as a "barely legal" kink point) but I am saying that there's a significant power imbalance there.

I was basing Miles' age off of what *he* says, and he notes he's 15 years old when arguing with his parents during the rooftop party scene, and even a 16 year old should be wary of anyone over 18 who wants to be with them romantically.

It isn't a matter of culture or willingness or intention, it's a matter of brain chemistry, maturity and safety, and it worries me when I hear kids bragging about having partners who are 20, 23, and even older than that. Hell, I don't really think someone in freshman year should date a junior for the same reasons. It's a matter of a balanced power setting in the relationship and I will not cushion it: a 20 year old *always* has more power in any relationship (platonic, familial, romantic) than a 16 year old. And in a lot of cases that's what the older party *wants*, because to most people who think dating a teenager as an adult past 18 it's mostly a fetish or a flex showing how easily they can get someone that age. It can be tempting because of how mature or cool the adult is, but it isn't safe under any circumstances and it's better and safer to wait until you're of age to date another adult.

I do appreciate you apologizing and recognizing your tone, but I also want you to actually look at those relationships you see. Is it really that *normal* for someone who probably works a full time job, has income, a car, goes to college, has a lot of control over their life, to pursue someone who at most has a job or maybe a car, who's still reliant on their parents? Do the teens' parents know they're dating someone that old? If they don't, that should tell you something.

At the end of the day, I cannot control what you or anyone else does. But there's a good reason a lot of adults are very uncomfortable and down on the idea of someone your age dating someone in their third year of college, even more so looking down on the adult pursuing the relationship with kids your age. Most of us have been there and it is not safe or healthy. It's also illegal, which definitely adds to it, but it's almost entirely about the safety of the kid involved. I promise you, nearly nobody 20+ who wants to date someone your age has good intentions, I'd even go so far as to say basically none of them. Please stay safe kid, and help your friends look at their relationships critically. All of this comes from a place of concern, and it often starts with adults convincing teens that "it's just fiction, so what's the harm?".

ONCE AGAIN ATSV TUMBLR. HOBIE IS AN ADULT. PLEASE STOP SHIPPING HIM W THE TEEN TRIO (MILES, GWEN, PAV) I KNOW YALL LIKE THE DYNAMIC BUT HE IS NOT THEIR AGE. THE DIRECTOR CONFIRMED HES 19-20 PLEASE YALL

[sophiapathic]

Sk8: The Infinity - A Take on Love

Because my six unfinished assignments can wait until I throw this into the void, scream for five hours and after my voice gets hoarse, I resort to watching the beach episode on loop until next Saturday.

This was entirely sparked by the recap episode, which really pressed the reak havoc and theorize button in my brain. I am truly losing my grip on reality. Help. I apologize in advance, creatures of Tumblr. 

Me right now:

Anyways... 

I saw people mention here and there screaming that “we need canon relationships and they will get trust issues if a romance isn’t confirmed by the end of the series”. I think that mindset is harmful to have in this case. You can’t really avoid being disappointed if you get into the series expecting it to deliver on your wishes of gay romances. So, this might be controversial, but stay with me please. The anime and manga are both confirmed to be based primarily about the characters themselves and of course the sport -skating. I was hoping to take a closer look at what the series intends to do with certain dynamics and relationships according to yours truly. I also want explain my reasoning behind it not being queerbaiting, though it being inherently queer-coded, through the current lense of the canon.

Sk8: The Infinity is unquestionably a love story.

We need to state the genres this series is in, because some of us tend to forget. It is in fact not a shounen-ai, not a yaoi, not a romance, not even a josei. Say it with me it is a series in: COMEDY and SPORTS.

(Source is the official US Sk8 website.) The spotlight is udoubtedly on skating and what it means. Another important highlight of the show is how the definition of the sport relates to the characters, and how vastly different they are from what we expect. For example, when we see Shadow first, we pigeonhole him into this vulgar indecent rock and roll persona, only to find out later that he is actually a stweetheart at a flower shop. Joe is another very good case study. When we first see him we think of him as a womanizer muscle-head, later we find out he has a heart of gold and is very emotionally intelligent. We’re also quick to judge Miya as the cold, unfeeling prodigy then we discover how lonely and normal he is on the inside. And so on and so on. 

The show continues to defy our expectations of what each character should be like. In a way it is about breaking the conventional stereotypical roles we subconsciously assign to certain looks. We see that even in anime, multifaceted characters can exist without distrupting or damaging the delicate dynamics of a traditional sports anime. We successfully established the second focal point of the series as disproving stereotypes and presenting strong, diverse and unexpected personalities.

How about the defition of skating? What does it mean in the context of Sk8: The Infinity then? Where does a love story come into the picture? Skating is repeatedly described as a ritual of love within the anime, an idea that our villian, Ad*m, is obessed with. In a sense skating is a language of love canonically.

Then skating itself is love. Throughout the series we see varied styles of skating therefore different ways of expressing love, affection. We get to experience several metaphorical ways of “being in love” through characters skating with each other. Each dynamic shows us a type of love. Healthy, disfunctional, outright abusive. 

The way Reiki teaches Langa to skate can be interpreted as a direct metaphor for someone learning to love again after losing a person close to them. Langa’s father has died and Reiki literally brings him out of his shell again. It can also be interpreted as a queer kid’s experience of a world of romance that feels similar to his previous one, that being snowboarding, yet it still being new and different. Skateboarding. When due to Reiki Langa’s potential is discovered and his hunger for more and more develops, especially next to Ad*m, Reiki’s main frustration stems from them not being well-matched or on equal footing anymore. He feels like he cannot give Langa what he needs anymore. Which would obviously go againts the literal description of a healthy romance. Two people with mutual respect who both bring equal assets to the table. He feels like he needs to catch-up to be with Langa again. The only thing he doesn’t consider is Langa’s deep appreciation of him and the fact that literally he was the one who helped Langa experince the feeling of love again.

Kojiro and Kaoru’s relationships, to me, is very much representative of two people  wanting to be in each other’s presence, but due to their different language of love, miscommunicating horribly. Them bantering and insulting each other is the only way they know what to do with the other. The only way they can ensure the other’s attention and eyes are on them. This has worked so far. They are literal opposites, but both have a very clear definition of their form of love. To Joe skating, or love itself, is about the feeling and going with the flow. Being spontaneous. Whereas for Cherry, every move needs to be calculated and executed perfectly in order to be “efficient”. Their frustration comes from both wanting different things from the other, but not communicating their need properly. Despite this, they stick together due to a magnetic pull they obviously feel towards the other. The attraction is there, the trust is there, they are even well-matched in skill as we see them neck-to-neck constantly. They could give each other what the other wants. Only if they could express themselves well... This is why Joe pushes Reiki towards reconciling with Langa. he wants them to not fall into the same trap of not stating their  needs and thoughts properly.

Now Ad*m and Langa are obviously problematic and I don’t really want to have to explain, honestly guys. I really don’t  (since I have trauma regarding this subject), but I need to go into this a little bit. This is a textbook toxic predatory relationship. Where the older, twisted, damaged person, has an obsession with a young, outstading child. He wants to lead him into “Paradise” and show his “Eve” what love is really about. (Ain’t that disgusting you guys...) His form of love is inflicting pain, so I really can’t imagine a scenario where he and his “Eve” live happily ever after and everything is fine and dandy. He needs someone who he can torture. He literally is looking for someone who can handle his way of expressing affection, his “love hug”, who has the same type of crazy eyes for adrenaline and danger. His Eve. In his distorted mind, this all makes sense and Langa is that someone he was looking for thoughout the years. The problem is, he disregards Langa’s side where the relationship becomes problematic.

Cherry and Ad*m during their younger years seems to be a very innocent infatuation on Kaoru’s end. It is a one-sided relationship where someone is in love with the idea of a person long gone. They were discovering the world of skating, or the world of love together with Ad*m taking the lead. Cherry immediately became infatuated with him, wanted to learn his love language, wanted to be at the same level he was. It probably started very innocent. At first, Ad*m being gentle, because that’s how Tadashi was with him too, then after whatever happened between those two, Ad*m, disappointed in the way of love, or skating, Tadashi showed him, returned to what his aunts taught him. Maybe after injuring Kaoru with the “love hug”, therefore eliminating him from being his potential partner, started looking for his “Eve”, gradually became more agressive in love as in skating. Kaoru was distraught and wanted the Ad*m he originally learned love from back. Holding out some hope even years after. Trained to get used to his “love hug”, to literally condition himself to be able to get close to him. Ad*m, however showed Cherry brutally that he truly cannot handle his way of love.

Ad*m and Tadashi. *sighs* As of this post, I don’t really have enough information to give you a good overview of what I see this relationship representing. As far as I can tell Ad*m was abused horribly and to ease the pain and make him forget, Tadashi showed his another way of expressing affection. Skating or love. Basically a first love gone horrible bad, scarring an already abused child and turning them into a monster. Tadashi himself reinstates this during one of the episodes. It was his fault that Ad*m turned out the way he did. Their love slowly became strongly abusive throughout the years. Tadashi is stuck in it because he feels like he deserves it. This is a metaphor for  dangers of an emotionally and physically abusive relationship, where one person feels responsible and the other is using power. Tadashi’s guilt keeps him next to his master and he even endures abuse, now he is trying to break out and show Ad*m he messed up and I think this could potentially be a good representation of how difficult that process truly is. 

As far as Reiki’s, Miya’s, Shadow’s skating goes. Their main arc relating to love is first and foremost learning to accept themselves and aprecciating their uniqe way and style of skating. Only after can they become people who can truly be accomplished in love/skating (in Miya’s case I’m obviously talking about platonic feelings). Each of them had a preconception of their persona in love/skating, which gets questioned heavily throughout the series. Miya gets defeated, Shadow’s soft side gets discovered, Reiki... well. I get sad. :c Even though he taught someone to love again, to appreciate life again, he ended up discovering how dissatisfied he truly is with himself... These three all need to learn to love every aspect of themselves to reach fulfillment and to really experience healthy human relationships.

Sk8: The Infinity is unquestionably a love story, without explicitly being a romance, meaning that it is a tale about love, both romantic, platonic and everything inbetween through a queer-coded lens, showing both dysfunctional, abusive and healthy relationships, ways to express emotions and even delves into self-love and the idea of nature versus nurture in the villian’s case.

That is why I, personally don’t scream for a canon couple. To me, the show gets its main point about affection and love across, without making any of these relationships explicitly stated. Not to mention that it does justice to both of its assigned genres. Comedy and Sports as well. Yeah sure, I wouldn’t complain, but I think these dynamics are more than satisfying to watch, and much deeper than bishounens wanting to bang each other, which is, in my opinion, inherently sexualized. If they want, yeah they can confirm, make it canon without forcing it to be a center storyline. Hell, I would even be happy about it. I would clap with all of us. BUT, as the series currently is, I really see it taking the other route because of the above. This way audiences who want a yaoi or ikemen going at it, won’t be disappointed with the series when they find doesn’t revolve around that, straight viewers will just find it flamboyant, and people who look for subtext and want to read between the lines will certainly do that with the amount of crumbs and hints the writers gave us. 

We don’t need outright, written in black and white gay representation in Sk8 to experience very real types of love. The queer theme is secondary to me, just like queerness is, in most people’s lives. Yeah sure, it is a big thing, but not the only attribute a person has. My life doesn’t revolve around my queerness. I rarely talk about it. If I was a main character this would be a side-arc. Just like Sk8 doesn’t revolve around the characters coming out. It’s just them living their lives and possibly being queer while doing so. If you look at it this way, it is almost normalizing attraction between same-sex people by just showing it as regular love. If you can, why not interpret it this way, so it can be a liberating experience instead of a disappointing one.

Please don’t attack me! I am fragile and this is only my opinion. c:  *crawls back into her hole*

[ao3feed-obikin]

When I Kissed the Teacher

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41550747 by Keyboard_fish “Does he make you happy?” How was he supposed to answer that? Hanging out with Obi-wan was a high point in his week sometimes and he was now comfortable enough with him to be fully relaxed, but they weren’t really anything and he was happy with it being like that. How could he tell Padmé he was happy just fucking this man he met in a club months ago that he now practically spends every weekend with? Happy with his scheduled sex, happy that at the beginning he could make Anakin forget he was missing being with her and his kids all the time. Anakin Skywalker is dealing with his divorce in his own perfectly healthy totally normal way of continuously sleeping with a man he met in a club every weekend and taking care of his children on the weekdays. His life is going great he has Obi-Wan on the weekend, gets to hang out with his kids all week because he's closer to the private school Padmé wanted them to go to while she's busy with her job during the week, he stills sees his little family often, he can have both separately and balanced Obi-Wan is a teacher at a prestigious private school and is quite content to have the company of the man he met in the club on the weekends. what could go wrong? Words: 3614, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, Quinlan Vos, Qui-Gon Jinn, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, School, Private School, Misunderstandings, Except its not, Mechanic Anakin Skywalker, Teacher Obi-Wan Kenobi, divorced Anakin and padmé, Anakin Skywalker Raises Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker, Dorks in Love, But they don't know that, Past Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Happy Ending, eventual talk about feelings, Not Beta Read read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41550747

[sokkastyles]

Kind of annoys me when people say that Mai “just calls Zuko out on his shit” when “his shit” is like… his trauma symptoms

Yeah the thing about this is...if you really believe that Zuko treats Mai so poorly and/or he's such an awful boyfriend why would you want him with Mai? Unless what Mai gets out of the relationship is someone to criticize. Given what she tells Zuko about her relationship with Kei Lo in the comics, that she likes that he likes her more than she likes him, it seems like an unbalanced relationship where she holds all the cards is exactly what she wants. She blames Zuko for her needing that, but that's also exactly how she treated Zuko when she was dating him, and using her relationship with Kei Lo this way is another way for her to guilt-trip Zuko. Which makes sense if you consider both the way her parents treated her and that she grew up watching her friend Azula and their father mistreat Zuko, and then initiated the relationship at a time when Zuko was in a bad place and emotionally vulnerable. (And we can only assume that she was the one who initiated that relationship because she liked him first and we have no indication of how he felt about her before and have you seen this boy with girls?) That also follows with the way she didn't like it when Zuko started standing up for his own opinions. I don't think any of this was intentional which is why I generally think Mai is a victim of bad writing and try not to assume that what Mai actually wants is a relationship that she doesn't have to put any work into with someone who is too damaged to realize he deserves better, but it's almost ridiculous how many bad implications are packed into Mai and Zuko's relationship.

I'm not talking about the scene where Mai is right to call Zuko out for blaming her for his jealousy at the party, although I would argue that what led to that was her repeatedly shutting him down and refusing to engage with what was going on with him. It was shitty behavior on Zuko's part, yeah, but it was so obviously textbook "pay attention to me" behavior from an abused kid who has learned from someone they love giving constant negative feedback that if you can't get positive attention, negative attention is the next best thing. It's kind of amazing to me that people don't connect these dots because it exactly mirrors Zuko's relationship with Ozai; Zuko gets negative feedback/indifference from his father -> Zuko forces his way into the forbidden war room and emotionally explodes -> gets extreme negative feedback from Ozai which he convinces himself is his father giving him an important mission because he really cares about him. Zuko does the same pattern when he constantly pushes Iroh to see if Iroh will push back, only this pattern is disrupted because Iroh actually does care about Zuko and holds him accountable for his behavior. Which is not what Mai is doing when she breaks up with Zuko when she's mad at him and then gets back together with him when she's decided she's not mad anymore. Breaking up with someone temporarily as a punishment when you didn't actually mean to end the relationship, rather than actually addressing the things that made you argue in the first place, is an extremely unhealthy relationship pattern.

I'm talking about when people insist that Mai was also calling Zuko out on his shit when she told him that she didn't ask for his life story. In that scene, what exactly does he need to be "called out on"? Worrying about going back to a father who burned his face? He should be worried! Mai should be worried! Moreover, this is a healthy action on Zuko's part! This is Zuko actually beginning to break those destructive patterns because he's actually started to interact with people who aren't emotional black holes and realized that he can like, talk about his feelings and other people will listen. Mai doesn't want Zuko to break that pattern because that pattern is what their relationship is built on, and it's not really Mai's fault and she was in some ways a victim as well, but it does become Mai's fault when she encourages Zuko to turn back to unhealthy ways of thinking and refuses to let that relationship go.

I'm talking about people who condemn Zuko for breaking up with her. Someone legitimately tried to argue with me once that Mai didn't "consent" to Zuko breaking up with her and like, y'all. No. No. That's not how it works. Your significant other doesn't need to consent to you deciding a relationship isn't working for you anymore. The only person that needs to consent is you. That doesn't mean the other person isn't gonna be hurt but like, nobody's hurt entitles them to a relationship with someone. You do owe someone you were intimate with a certain amount of courtesy and that's why writing a letter like Zuko did isn't considered proper etiquette normally, but in a situation where your life is in danger and the other person doesn't want the relationship to end (and will actively prevent it from ending) and there's no safe way to end the relationship in person? Perfectly acceptable. Zuko did what he had to do to get out of a situation where he was actively in danger even if he hadn't decided that saving the world was more important than being prince (that's one thing I think doesn't get talked about enough. People talk about how Zuko could have followed the villain path that Ozai laid out for him, but he also could have been hurt again or even killed even if he didn't actively defy Ozai. Ozai disfigured him, burned him, seriously injured him, an injury that could have killed him, for like, the slightest disobedience before when Zuko was totally loyal to him, because parents like that don't really need a reason and what was behind it wasn't actually what Zuko did or didn't do but a fundamental belief that Ozai was allowed to treat his child that way. Parents who do this are also very likely to do it again. And Zuko was already in the place where he couldn't be that loyal son anymore, sooner or later he would have done something to upset Ozai or Ozai would have found a reason.) and Mai's desire to be in a relationship with Zuko does not justify jeopardizing his safety and well-being and that's what she should have realized at the Boiling Rock. I also get that sometimes people make these arguments to defend Mai because she suffers from underwritten female character syndrome but like, please, I'm begging you.

None of that means Mai should have to put up with bad behavior from Zuko or that she has to emotionally support him all the time at the expense of her own well-being (which incidentally is the problem in KA...) If only there were a relationship in the show where two people were able to call each other out on their shit but also support each other emotionally when it mattered, like real people do in a real relationship...a balance...a yin and yang if you will...fire and water...red and blue...if only...

[softyoongiionly]

Can I Make a Mess Now?

Jungkook’s never had sex before but, after realizing that he’s falling in love with you, he thinks he wants that to change.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Virgin! Jungkook, established relationship au, college au, smut, fluff.

Word Count: 4.8k

A/N: This is a part 2 to Will You Make a Mess Now? Please please please let me know what you think! Love you

Warnings: smut, language, 18+ only please.

Winter break never lasts long enough does it?

A few short weeks of bliss and then-

BOOM.

You’re forced out of the warm and lazy cocoon of holiday spirit and, back into the rigidity of modern education.

It’s not that you don’t enjoy your studies, it’s just that after nearly four years of exams and, group projects that never go exactly as planned; you are starting to feel burnt out.

It also doesn’t help that you spent the majority of your winter break sleeping over at your boyfriends house.

You got used to the weight of his head on your chest.

You got used to running your fingers through his hair; an act that lulled both of you to sleep.

You got used to waking up beside him every morning.

When the semester started once again, the two of you agreed that you’d reserve overnight stays to weekends only.

As encouraging as you were of each other’s success, copious amounts of alone time is a (delightful) distraction.

Especially since the two of you began exploring the boundaries of your relationship.

At the beginning of winter break, Jungkook had revealed to you that not only was he a virgin but, he’s never been touched before.

After a bit of discussion, he decided that he wanted you to change that.

And boy did you…

You still can’t get the images of him falling apart beneath the firm grasp of your hand out of your head.

It’s arguably one of the best things you’ve ever seen.

Jungkook’s room became the safe haven for exploration.

Many cold nights were spent underneath his duvet, touching on each other until things eventually got heated enough for you to take turns making eachother cum.

Happy Holidays indeed.

There was one night in particular that things got a little out of hand.

In the heat of the moment, Jungkook had torn off your t-shirt, leaving the two of you to make out in your underwear.

He positioned you on his lap with a low whine in his throat and, at the feeling of your heat pressing directly into his dick; he almost lost it right then and there.

It took everything in him to keep his hands steady.

To keep them from ripping your panties off…

However, he succeeded and although, it was painful to slow things down, he knew it was the right thing to do.

The only problem is, that night increased his desire to a level he’s never felt before.

He knows he wants you to be his first but; he’s so particular and, so sensitive to his surroundings that he wants to make sure everything is perfect.

Perfection is a concept he frequently struggles with and, although he’s lessened his standards over the years, he still finds himself reverting back to his old habits.

Losing his virginity is a big deal for him.

He can’t help that.

And because it carries so much weight, he feels the need to hold off until the moment is 100% right.

But, how does he define such a thing?

He knows he wants you.

He knows you want him.

He knows he’s falling in love with you…

So, how is a perfect moment established?

Can you plan it?

Jungkook doesn’t know but, he’s starting to believe that he can’t.

His brothers don’t understand his issues.

Seokjin’s been with his girlfriend for two years and, every time she comes to visit, he can hear her moaning through his bedroom door.

An event that continuously scars him.

Namjoon is engrossed in his studies so, he doesn’t make time for relationships.

But one time, when he was looking for his laptop, Jungkook walked in on him getting his dick sucked.

He’s still never gotten that image out of his head.

Hoseok literally attended an orgy two months ago.

Jimin’s dating his childhood sweetheart.

Taehyung stays over at the sorority house at least twice a week.

And, last but not least, Yoongi frequently walks around sporting various love bites and scratch marks after a night with his girlfriend.

Jungkook’s spoken with his hyungs’ regarding sex a few times but, it’s never a conversation he initiates.

He’s far too shy to openly speak about these things.

But from what he’s gathered, sex is top notch.

None of his brothers could think of anything that feels as good, although Yoongi did cite sleeping as a close second.

After a long week of lectures and tedious lab work, Jungkook has finally decided that he wants to lose his virginity.

Or at least…he’s ready to talk about it…

He starts off guns a blazing: he sends you a text trying to appear nonchalant despite the fact that his heart is currently pounding in his chest.

Jungkook: do you want to come over tonight? 

Jungkook: there’s a new season of that anime we started watching :)

His message does the same bit of damage on your heart because, although you two have been dating for quite some time, you still get excited at the thought of seeing him.

You: plzzz

You: this first week has killed me

You: I need to relax so bad

You: my brain cell count has dropped to dangerously low amount.

Jungkook chuckles to himself, shaking his head at your response.

Jungkook: wow

Jungkook: lower than normal???

Jungkook: that’s pretty bad jagi :/

You giggle, already gathering your toothbrush and, various other items needed for an overnight stay.

You:  I know

You: it’s a tragedy : (

Despite the playful banter between the two of you, Jungkook is furiously moving around his room, cleaning every inch of it.

He’s dusting the shelves, vacuuming his floor, rearranging his figurines on his desk.

He feels like a mad man…

Jungkook: lol you’re ridiculous

Jungkook: you can come over around 7 if you’re ready; I’m just finishing up an assignment.

Jungkook: miss you <3

Your boyfriend is literally sour patch kid.

You: miss you too 

You: falling asleep without you sucks

You: 10/10 would not recommend

Jungkook smiles, gripping his phone in his hand, a flurry of emotions stirring in his stomach.

Jesus, he really likes you…

Jungkook: stay the night then

Jungkook: I’ll make sure you sleep better tonight

He feels proud of himself.

He initiated you coming over, he’s holding a playful/flirty conversation with you, and he’s totally not freaking out at the fact that he’s going to have to tell you he’s ready to have sex.

Right?

Okay, the last part is definitely a lie but he’s just gonna go with it.

You: on my way :)

Jungkook receives this text from you roughly two hours later when he’s getting out of the shower.

He deep cleaned his bedroom, put fresh bedding on his mattress, scrubbed every inch of his body and, now he was standing in front of the mirror with nothing but a towel on his hips.

He takes time slathering lotion all over his skin, hoping that you like the vanilla-honey scent before applying a copious amount of deodorant.

He shaved in the shower, taking his time to remove the bit of hair around his crotch because it makes him feel cleaner.

Jungkook’s hair is getting longer too so, he’s been putting leave in conditioner on his ends to keep them healthy and spritzing his hair with anti-frizz serum.

After roughly 20 minutes of primping, he gets another text from you as he’s pulling on his sweat pants.

You: Here <333

Jungkook feels his stomach twist whilst reading your message.

Here goes nothing…

You’re standing outside the door of Jungkook’s house, dressed in a hoodie and a pair of leggings.

Comfy works out for you because, it requires minimal effort and, it’s also your boyfriend’s favorite look on you.

So, it’s a win win.

Given the fact that you and Jungkook usually end up fooling around, you took the time to exfoliate and shave whilst you were in the shower.

You may have also worn a new lacy red bra that had arrived in the mail earlier that day…

But, who knows?

“Yahhh there she is…”

You instantly light up as Jungkook eagerly swings open his front door, quickly pulling you into his grasp.

He smells amazing but, he feels even better and, you waste no time in pulling him close to you.

“I missed you.” You mutter into his hair

He grins, hugging you a bit tighter and, ushering you inside, “Missed you too, are you cold at all?”

Stepping through the threshold of his door, you notice that he’s freshly showered himself, his hair is damp and stringy but, it frames his face perfectly

“A little bit but, I plan on using you for warmth really soon so, I’m good.”

His hand is intertwined with yours as he leads you up to his room and, his face lights up with a smile.

“I got a new duvet on Tuesday, it’s really warm but,” He places a hand on his chest. “,you can still use me though, I missed having you here.”

Jungkook mutters the last half of his sentence, his cheeks warming up at his confession before he pushes open the bedroom door.

You don’t comment on his shyness but, it makes you smile and lean into him a little more.

His room is always clean but, the fresh scent of his disinfectant spray is slightly more pungent than normal. It isn’t a harsh smell; it’s a soft lavender cleaner that he special orders from Korea.

He absolutely hates the scent of bleach.

“It’s a nice color huh?”

Jungkook gestures to the muted grey of his new bedding, which is carefully placed over his mattress.

“I love it, it’s very you.” You smile as your eyes scan the room, “it matches your furniture really well too.”

His eyes light up, “Yeah, yeah that’s why I got it. I knew it would look good with the- um the desk and the dresser and stuff. See, I knew you’d notice that…you always notice things like that.”

Before you can respond he’s speaking again, his tone slightly uneven, “Um do you want to lay down? I know you said you were cold. I can hold you if you want-“ He grimaces at his word choice, not fully understanding why his nerves are taking over already, “not that  I don’t want to or anything. I do, I just…I know you’re cold.”

You touch your hand to his cheek, bringing his wandering eyes back to yours, “Are you ok?”

Jungkook swallows, his eyes locking with yours, “Y-Yeah, I just don’t want you to be cold…”

You’re not convinced.

Although the two of you have only been together for 6 months, you like to think you’ve gotten to know Jungkook really well. He isn’t exactly a closed book and, when he’s nervous about something, it’s fairly obvious.

“Are you suuuure?”

The question is paired with a soft kiss to his lips and, Jungkook can’t help but smile when you do, his posture relaxing slightly.

“I’m sure, I’m just happy you’re here. It was weird not seeing you all week.” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear before, pecking your lips.

Again, you’re not convinced but, you don’t want to pry.

He’ll tell you when he’s ready.

The matter of his worries is dropped and, Jungkook quickly (and neatly) pulls back the covers so, that the two of you can slip underneath them.

Moments later, you’re nestled against your boyfriend’s side, draping your arm over your stomach.

“You smell good…” You mutter against his sweater, nuzzling gently against the material.

Jungkook grins triumphantly, silently patting himself on the back for his choice of lotion.

“Thank you,” His chest vibrates with the sound of his voice, “so do you…”

With that, he tentatively raises a hand towards your hair, allowing his fingertips to brush over the top of your head.  

The anime begins playing but, you’re more focused on the way his fingers feel, as you melt into the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

And halfway through the first episode, Jungkook’s motions are beginning to take a toll on you.

But not in the way you’d normally expect…

He’s smiling softly, admiring the way you sigh at his touch, taking time to play with the ends of your hair before massaging gently at your scalp.  

“You’re going to make me sleepy…” You mumble contently, a few minutes later and, Jungkook chuckles breathlessly beneath you.

“That’s ok; you can sleep if you need to.”  

He means it.

Jungkook had other things on his agenda but, now that you’re here, all he cares about is your comfort.  

“Don’t wanna sleep-“ You nudge your nose against his ribcage, “I missed you.”

With another chuckle, he traces his fingers over the edges of your hairline, brushing over the shell of your ear.

You can feel goosebumps rising on your skin but, it’s not intrusive or sudden, they come on slowly along with a type of comfort that only Jungkook can provide.

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” He soothes, his motions continuing over the arches of your brows before, he traces back up the expanse of your forehead. “I promise.”

You can feel yourself smile as your blinking slows, taking another deep breath whilst your body seems to melt into him.

The heaviness in your eyelids is growing despite your best efforts to warrant off your exhaustion.

You didn’t want to nap, you wanted to spend time with your boyfriend but, when he tucks his fingers beneath your hair and, begins scratching gently on your scalp, the threat of sleep becomes more prominent.

“Sleepy girl…” He teases, a fond smile on his lips as he watches your eyes finally close. His thumb brushes over your cheek, gently pinching at the skin before, returning his hand to your hair.

This warms you from the inside out and, sooner or later you can’t help but, drift off into a light sleep.

Jungkook smile grows and, he slows his movements to a stop before tugging on the duvet until it covers your shoulders.  

He decides in that moment that he really wouldn’t mind spending every night just like this; tucked under the covers, falling asleep in eachother’s arms.  

He changes the show to something you’ve already seen; he doesn’t want to watch the anime without you.  

After some time has passed, you slowly come out of your slumber, happy you’re still laying on your boyfriend’s chest.  

You peer up at Jungkook to see his brow furrowed in concentration as his gaze is locked firmly on the screen.  

A smile immediately finds it’s way onto your lips, your finger reaching out to bop him on the nose.

He jumps at first, not understanding the source of the interruption before he quickly matches your smile, ““Yah she’s awake. Did you have a good nap?” He thumbs over your cheek once more and, you’re overcome by the urge to press a kiss against his lips

He’s willing and able to accept it.

His hands come up to hold you against him and, he slowly begins to move his lips against yours

“Mhm...”

His nose wrinkles with the joy on his face as he presses more kisses to your lips.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep, I just haven’t been getting to bed on time this week...”

An adorable pout comes over his mouth, “Don’t be sorry, I’m glad you were able to get some rest. It’s not late or anything.”

It’s well past sunset but, Jungkook’s vanilla cake candle is providing enough light to illuminate the details of your boyfriends face.  

You kiss him again, just because he’s cute and you can, “What did you do while I was out?”

His head reclines against his pillow again but, he tugs you closer, ensuring that you remain against him.

“I watched a few episodes of Naruto...” He admits, “I’ve seen it a million times but, I never get tired of it.”

Your arms drape over his shoulders as the upper half of your body rests over his chest. The wispy ends of his black hair are too cute to resist so you absentmindedly toy with them as you respond,

“I get it, I have a few different shows that I’m like that with; I swear I’ve seen The Office so many times I could quote it in my sleep.”  

A half smirk curves on the end of his mouth, “Yeah that’s a good one too, Jin hyung watches that show all the time.”

You giggle, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear, “Ah that explains a lot actually, Jin and Michael Scott have a lot in common.”

He chuckles at that, nodding in agreement, leaning his head against your hand.

“Which character do you think you are?”

You purse your lips, mulling it over, your eyes narrowing in thought, “Hmmm that’s a tough one cause like- I wanna say Kelly because, she’s amazing but in reality, I’m probably more of a Kevin.”

Jungkook’s smirk grows, “Isn’t that the guy who dropped his chili all over the place?

With a dramatic sigh, you nod, “God, I’ve never related to anyone more in my entire life...”

A full belly laugh comes from your boyfriends pretty mouth, his body trembling beneath you as he shakes his head.

It’s one of your favorite sounds, especially when it gets all high pitched like it is now.

“Jagi you aren’t Kevin...” He insists, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, “You are cooler than him.”

“You’re just saying that because you see the best side of me; in reality I am 100% Kevin.” You giggle, tucking more hair behind his other ear.

He still chuckles, shaking his head before nodding to you, “Who do you think I am?”

This definitely gets your brain going.

“I’m leaning towards Jim, you guys have a lot in common.” You nod as you continue to think about their similarities, “Yeah, you both have the same sense of humor and, even though you’re more sexy in an obvious way, you both have the same kind of sexiness?? If that makes sense?? But, you’re definitely hotter than Jim.”

You force your train of thought away from the office- style fantasy that pops into your head as Jungkook feels something stir deep in his gut.

“You think I’m sexy?”

You can’t help but laugh at the surprised look on his face, you swear you’ll never understand how Jungkook doesn’t see how hot he is.

“Duh.” You seal your response with a kiss but, Jungkook surprises you by sitting up and tugging you onto his lap.

He chuckles at the squeal that leaves your lips but, he carries on kissing you, his hands sliding up your outer thighs.

You don’t know what prompts his motions but, you’re not really in the mood to ask.

You’d much rather sit on your boyfriend’s lap and, make out with him.

“Can you-” He whispers against your lips, slightly breathless, “Can you say it?”

Your eyes flutter open to catch the shyness in his, “Can I say what?”

Warmth floods the apples of his cheeks, “Can you say that you think I’m sexy?”

A smirk teases the corners of your mouth and, tentatively you roll your hips against his.

“Are you trying to get hard Jungkook?”

You can hear him gulp, his eyes widening a bit before he nods.

With a smirk still on your lips, you tilt his head back, moving your fingers through his hair as you slowly begin placing kisses up the side of his neck.

His breathing picks up and, god help him, he immediately feels his dick hardening in his sweats.  

Jungkook’s neck is a sensitive area and, you know exactly where his weak spots are.

As you reach the lobe of his ear, you feel his grip tighten on your hips, his mouth parted slightly to make way for his shaky breath.  

“Jungkook?” You whisper in his ear, biting your lip as you see him visibly shiver beneath you.

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re sexy.”  

You nibble on his ear before quickly reuniting your lips, your hands sliding underneath his sweater.

His skin is so soft, so warm beneath your fingertips and, there is a large part of you that wishes you could spend hours just touching and kissing your boyfriend’s body.

Jungkook is eagerly reciprocating your kiss whilst his hands slowly move back up the outsides of your thighs.

His plan to get hard definitely worked because, you can feel him poking against your hips and, you’re already thinking of all the different ways you can make him cum.

“Did you get hard for me?” You whisper against his swollen lips, nudging his nose

Instantly he nods, his hands tugging the hem of your hoodie.

You take the hint, pulling back from him in order to remove it.  

Your plan is to continue kissing him of course but, as Jungkook spots the fire-red lace cups supporting the swells of your breasts, he lets out a tortured sigh.

“Is that new?” He swallows thickly, biting his bottom lip, allowing his hands to trail up your hips before securing themselves against your waist.

All you do is nod, sticking your chest out a bit and, encouraging him to keep touching you.

Jungkook leans in, dragging the tip of his nose between your breasts, inhaling when he reaches the space between your color bones.

“Did you wear this for me?”

His voice is ragged but, it’s deeper than normal, due to the arousal coating his tone.

“I wanted to look pretty for you.” You whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

You can feel him smile against your chest, his wet lips trailing back to tops of the bra, “You’re always pretty but this-” He grows bolder, biting softly at your breast, “this is torture”

A giggle bubbles past your lips, as you roll down against him once more.

“Jagi I-” The sensation of pleasure that toys with his body acts like a truth serum and, in an act of desperation that he definitely didn’t plan, a confession tumbles from his mouth, “I want you.”

But you don’t quite catch his drift, still rocking slowly against him, arousal slowly beginning to unravel you, “I want you too.”

No like,” He pulls away, his eyes glazed over with desire as they lock onto yours, “I want to be inside of you...”

It’s like a punch to the gut really, the way your boyfriend’s voice seems to quake under the weight of his admission.

You cup his cheek, “Really? Are you sure?”

He nods eagerly, licking his lips before turning to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist, “I want you so bad...”  

You’re quick to capture his lips then, kissing into him with more fervor than you ever have.  

"Can you do it for us Noona?” He croons into your mouth, his eyes darkened with lust as they plead with yours.

A nod is all you can manage at his devasting way of asking you to ride him.

For the first time...

You’re pulling off his sweater, securing your lips to his once more, kissing on them as you lean him back against the pillows.

Your bottoms are removed, leaving you completely naked as you tug his sweats down his legs.

Jungkook’s erection looks painful and, you feel yourself ache at the thought of finally being able to sit on it.

As you sit astride him once more, you lean down to press a kiss between his eyes before trailing your lips down the bridge of his nose to hover over his mouth.

He looks a little emotional, staring up at you as if you hung the moon just for him.

And you would, you’d do anything for him.

“Are you ready baby?” You whisper

He takes a deep and unstable breath through his nose but, gives you a nod anyway as he exhales through his mouth.

Right as you start lining him up with your entrance, Jungkook cups your cheek, his hand clammed up due to his nerves.

“Jagi?” He croaks

You kiss his hand gently, reassurance in your eyes, “Yeah?”

“G-Go slow please...”

You nod, “Of course, tell me if you want to stop at any point ok?”

He returns your nod before, letting out another breath as his head returns to his pillows.

Slowly but surely, you begin sheathing him in your heat, going as slow as possible so he can feel everything.

His body seems to freeze as you sink down on him, his hands tightening on your hips before a gasp leaves his throat.

Jungkook is quite sure he’s in heaven.

That’s the only explanation for the intense feelings of pleasure swimming through his body. He’s never felt anything so hot, so tight-  

So fucking good.

He’s going to lose his mind.  

With wide eyes, he stares up at you in awe, his lips parted as the length of his dick is fully inside of you.

You’re not fairing too well either because, Jungkook fills you up perfectly, nudging against the spot within you that makes your head spin.

“Is that ok?”

“ ‘ss so good...”  His voice is slurred as his hips jerk beneath you, sending a wave of pleasure through your core.

Biting your lip, you thumb his cheek, trying to hold it together, “Can I ride you now?”

You’re asking because, you want to make sure he’s prepared.

You know this isn’t going to last long but, you still want to blow his mind.

“I’m already so close jagi...I’m sorry...” He chokes on the end of his sentence when you start a pace on his dick, “Oh fu- oh my god...”

“Shh...don’t be sorry, you’re doing so good. You cum whenever you need to ok?”  

“Ah- Y/N...”  

His beautiful features are screwed up in pleasure, his hands falling off your hips because, he literally doesn’t have the strength to hold on at this point.

Jungkook’s breathing is growing rapid, as his eyes flit to where you’re connected, “Jagi I’m- I’m really inside...I’m really inside of you...” He marvels, his voice weak with emotion as his hips begin to meet yours.  

“You feel so good inside of me.” You assure him, increasing your pace which prompts his eyes to roll back momentarily.

“Will you kiss me? Please? I wanna kiss you when I cum...and I’m-” His eyes re-focus but, it doesn’t last long as you lean forward to brace your hands on either side of his head, “Jagi I’m gonna cum already...I’m gonna cum so hard. Oh sh- shit...”

You want every wish of his to come true.

You lean down to connect your lips, your hips moving faster and faster, wanting him to cum harder than he ever has in his entire life.

He whimpers into your mouth as his sweaty hands hold you tightly against his body.

“It’s...fuck I’m sorry, I’m sor- I'm cumming.” He chokes out, his grip tightening intensely as his hips weakly jerk with the force of his release.

He says your name as he cums inside of you, trying his best to kiss you properly but, it’s wet and sloppy.

You don’t care though, you ride him through his orgasm, keeping your lips connected.

“There you go, cum for me baby...” You coo, kissing all over his face as the pleasure continues to wrack his senses.

Jungkook knows his never cum harder in his life and, by the time his orgasm settles down, he’s properly spent.

He doesn’t completely register the feeling of you sliding off of him as his whole body is alight with tingles.

You make sure to clean him up, pressing gentle kisses to his stomach as you do.

You didn’t cum this time and, to be honest, it doesn’t really matter.

What you’ve both just experienced was too intimate to measure and, orgasms weren’t really the point this time.

Tucking into your boyfriend’s body you bring him close, tugging the duvet over his shoulders this time...

“Hi” He whispers, tucking his face shyly into your neck, his breathing not fully recovered.

“Hi you...”  

With a smile on your mouth, you press a kiss to his head, holding him tightly to you.

He kisses your chest, feeling ridiculous at how shy he suddenly feels, “I think-” He stops himself to peek up at you, a bit of moisture in his eyes, “I think I’m falling for you.”

Your heart throbs at his confession, kissing his lips once more before whispering, “I think I am too.”

Jungkook knows you didn’t finish and, he plans on addressing that when he settles down but right now, all he can do is hold you.

He thinks he’s finally figured it out:

You can’t plan a perfect moment because, perfection just doesn’t exist.

But as along as he’s with you, it doesn’t really matter.

[rocorambles]

Unpredictable

Pairing: Bokuto x reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Toxic Relationship, Violence, Non-con, Dub-con

Summary: You know his mood swings aren’t normal, aren’t healthy, but when he holds you like you’re the most precious person in his life, when he lavishes you with more love than you’ve ever felt before, it’s easy to forget the negatives.

Requested by Anon  

You recline on the futon your husband had left on the cold basement floor as you look boredly at the pipes on the ceiling. Shivering, you pull your blankets higher up over you until only your face is peeking out and you silently curse yourself for getting stuck in this position again. Bokuto had just been so needy and you were busy! You had been in the middle of cooking dinner when your husband had slipped his arms around your waist and started peppering your face with kisses. At first, finding it endearing you had just giggled, but when he kept on going for ten minutes, you had turned your face away and gently nudged him away as you tried to ladle out the food onto plates. Bokuto did not take that well. 

You realized your mistake when he practically wilted besides you. His arms went limp, he started to pout, and tears began welling in his eyes. You frantically turned off the stove and tried to reach for him, to console him, but he just stepped away from you and started crying about how you didn’t love him. Did you ever love him? You must hate him. The moping tirade went on and on and you cringed when the line you had been trying to get him to avoid saying comes out. 

“Go to the basement. I don’t want to see you for a while.”  

You released a deep sigh as you brought a plate of food and a cup of water with you before trudging down the stairs. You know better than to try and resist or convince him otherwise. An angsty Bokuto is better than an angry Bokuto, so you decided to just settle down in your cold cell until his temper evened out. His mood changes so fast you know it won’t be long before he lets you out. 

Sure enough, barely a few hours pass when you hear the basement door open and energetic steps bound towards you. You sit up only to be playfully tackled back down and you lace your arms around Bokuto as he embraces you in a giant bear hug and nuzzles his face in your neck. He enthusiastically kisses every inch of your face again, but you know better now and you just lie there and affectionately ruffle his hair until he’s done. You let yourself be dragged by the taller male and rearranged until you’re both lying on your sides on the couch, Bokuto acting as a big spoon, while you curl into him with your back against his chest. You chat about how your days were. He raves about how delicious dinner was. One of his hands plays with your hair, while his other arm wraps around your waist, holding you snugly against him. These are the moments you cherish. You know his mood swings aren’t normal, aren’t healthy, but when he holds you like you’re the most precious person in his life, when he lavishes you with more love than you’ve ever felt before, it’s easy to forget the negatives.

You slowly feel yourself drifting asleep the longer the two of you recline, but suddenly something hard insistently presses into your back. Sleepily, you turn to look at Bokuto and are met with golden eyes intensely staring at you. He swoops in for a hungry kiss and you moan as you instinctively lean in, but you break it off with a yawn. He starts to nip and suck down your neck, hands beginning to pull at the hem of your shirt, but you whine and place your hands over his. “Koutarou, I’m tired. Can we just go to sleep? I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I promise.” You close your eyes again ready to finally drift off when you’re jolted awake by your clothes being ripped off of you. You try to blink the drowsiness from your eyes as you frantically flail in an attempt to stop him, but Bokuto’s so much stronger than you, it’s not even a fair fight.

Your face pales when you finally look at your husband’s face and see his features hardened with anger. You try to appease him, tell him you were just kidding, of course you wanted to have sex with him, but it’s too late. He manhandles you until you’re face down on the couch, your ass perfectly placed in his lap, the rest of your body sprawled out. You barely have a chance to catch your breath when a howl echoes throughout the room. You don’t even register that it’s your own voice as a lancing pain spreads throughout your body. Bokuto rains down hit after hit, not holding back in the slightest. He uses the same strength he’d use in any professional volleyball match. There’s nothing sensual about this. He doesn’t care how much it hurts you. He doesn’t care how hard you cry. He doesn’t care how many times you tell him to stop. This is about him taking out his anger on you. This is about him showing you how much it hurts him when you reject him. 

You let out a body wracking sob when it finally stops and you don’t know if you’re crying in relief or pain. Probably both. You gingerly try to push yourself up, careful to not move your bottom unnecessarily, but you screech when hands roughly grasp your bruised cheeks and you collapse back down from the searing pain. You wail as Bokuto shoves his length inside you, not bothering to take the time to let you adjust before starting a brutal pace. It burns as his palms continuously knead your still extremely tender and bruised skin. It burns as his large shaft forcefully stretches you open. But you’re still aching from your punishment and you know from the way he’s pounding into you that Bokuto is still being fueled by rage, so you just dig your nails into the couch and try to relax your body as much as you can. 

Maybe it’s survival instinct. Maybe it’s your body adapting to the years of sexual activities with the man on top of you. But your broken cries soon turn into moans as your walls loosen enough that the uncomfortable stretch turns into intoxicating pleasure. Seeing you writhe beneath him, seeing you feeling good because of him dissipates the remaining embers of fury in Bokuto and he smiles as he adjusts his angle until he’s hitting the spot inside of you that he knows will have you hurtling towards the edge. His fingers sneak under your body to furiously rub your clit and you open your mouth in a silent scream as you fall apart beneath him. You moan as he continues to thrust in and out of you, chasing his own end, but he’s already so close from the beautiful sight of you climaxing that it only takes a few sharp snaps before he’s sinking one last time inside of you and spilling hot liquid into your quivering hole.

Bokuto’s careful when he moves you, making sure to keep your pain to a minimum, and soon he has you lying on top of him, chest against chest as he rubs soothing circles into your lower back. The pain is still agonizing and you’re completely drained emotionally, mentally, and physically from trying to keep up with all aspects of your husband’s unpredictable mood swings. But as you lay there, wrapped in his warmth and scent, enveloped by his sweet words of how much he loves you, you blissfully fall asleep with a smile on your face.