#AND TO BE CLEAR WHEN I SAY “LOVE” I DO NOT MEAN IN A ROMANTIC WAY. this isnt a shuakeshu thing.

[ruewritesoccasionally]

hii my love, do u think u could do an Aaron pierre x reader in a couple's interview plss 🥺

pairings: aaron pierre x black reader

summary: Aaron and Y/N sit down for a couple’s interview, answering 30 questions that test their wit, patience, and love for each other. Playful banter, inside jokes, and stolen glances—this is them, unfiltered.

warnings: fluff, playful teasing, suggestive banter, excessive sweetness, and Aaron being absolutely smitten.

word count: 744

a/n: hi anon 🥰🥰 when i saw the ask, my initial thought was teyana and iman's gq interview so that was my inspo and i hope this was the kinda thing you were looking for and you like it !

Aaron Pierre & Y/N – 30 Questions with GQ

The video opens with Aaron and Y/N already settled on a plush couch, hands intertwined. A warm studio light casts a golden hue over them, and the energy between them is undeniable—easy, familiar, magnetic.

Aaron leans toward the camera with a lopsided grin. “So… we’re here to answer thirty questions about each other.”

Y/N chuckles, squeezing his hand. “Which means we’ll probably expose each other.”

Aaron hums, amused. “Oh, absolutely.”

Y/N smirks, looking directly at him. “You nervous?”

He pretends to think about it, then shakes his head. “Nah, I got you figured out.”

Y/N scoffs. “We’ll see about that.”

They turn to the camera, their hands still linked.

“Let’s get into it.”

Wholesome + Funny

Aaron picks up the first card. “Alright—who dies first in a horror movie?”

Y/N immediately points at him. “You.”

Aaron’s jaw drops. “Me? Nah, you gotta be kidding.”

She nods confidently. “Absolutely you. You’re the one who’d go check a ‘mysterious noise’ in the middle of the night.”

Aaron gives her a look. “And you wouldn’t?”

Y/N shakes her head. “Nope. I’d be halfway down the road, sprinting.”

Aaron laughs, shaking his head. “Alright, fair. But I feel like—”

“Nope,” Y/N interrupts. “Gone. Vanished. No final girl monologue. Just out.”

Aaron sighs, reading the next question. “Who is most likely to finish the milk and not say anything?”

Y/N side-eyes him.

Aaron sighs, rubbing his temples. “Why are you looking at me?”

Y/N folds her arms. “Because it’s you, Aaron.”

Aaron drags a hand down his face. “It was one time.”

Y/N raises a brow. “One time?”

Aaron stifles a laugh. “A few times.”

Y/N turns to the camera. “Multiple. Times.”

Aaron grins. “But I make up for it in other ways.”

She narrows her eyes. “Mm-hmm. Let’s move on before you incriminate yourself further.”

Aaron clears his throat. “Next question—what’s my favourite protective style to see you in?”

Y/N tilts her head, already knowing the answer. “Knotless braids.”

Aaron nods, smiling. “Correct. But it’s specifically when you have ‘em fresh done. Edges laid. Scalp on display.”

Y/N grins. “You really are obsessed.”

Aaron leans in. “You have no idea.”

Y/N swallows, suddenly shy, then quickly changes the subject. “Next section!”

Playful + Cheeky

Y/N reads the next card. “Who made the first move?”

Aaron smirks. “Technically, you.”

Y/N gasps. “Absolutely not.”

Aaron shrugs. “You lingered when we hugged.”

Y/N groans, covering her face. “That is not making the first move.”

Aaron laughs. “It was a long linger. An intentional linger.”

Y/N huffs. “Whatever. Next question.”

Aaron picks up the next card. “Who apologises first after an argument?”

Y/N immediately says, “Me.”

Aaron laughs, nodding. “Yeah. And I love you for that.”

Y/N side-eyes him. “Mmm, because you’re stubborn.”

Aaron leans in, voice softer. “Because you’re patient with me.”

Y/N pauses, then nudges him playfully. “Whatever, next question.”

Aaron reads it aloud. “Who’s more likely to initiate…?”

Y/N cackles, shaking her head. “You already know it’s you.”

Aaron tilts his head. “But is that a complaint?”

Y/N shifts in her seat, suddenly flustered. “Next section!”

Aaron chuckles. “Mm-hmm.”

Deep + Romantic

Y/N picks up a card. “What’s your favourite thing about me?”

Aaron exhales, smiling. “The way you make me feel like home.”

Y/N blinks.

Aaron looks at her, earnest. “No matter where we are, if I’m with you, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.”

Y/N clears her throat. “That’s not fair.”

Aaron chuckles. “Your turn.”

Y/N looks at the card, then at him. “What’s something you’ve never told me?”

Aaron hesitates, then says, “Before we got together, I used to practice how I’d ask you out.”

Y/N laughs. “What?”

Aaron grins sheepishly. “I had, like… different scenarios. Different versions in my head. Some were smooth. Some were a disaster.”

Y/N shakes her head, smiling. “And which one did you end up using?”

Aaron chuckles. “None of ‘em. I panicked and just blurted it out.”

Y/N laughs, nudging him. “And look at us now.”

Aaron hums. “Look at us now.”

Final Question

Aaron picks up the last card. “What’s the one thing we’ll always have, no matter what?”

Y/N doesn’t hesitate. “Us.”

Aaron smiles, reaching for her hand.

Y/N intertwines their fingers. “No matter what happens, we’ll always have us.”

Aaron nods. “Damn right we will.”

The screen fades to black, leaving only the sound of their laughter lingering in the background.

comments and reblogs are appreciated as well as feedback, i hope you liked it 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

[sixofwandsss]

what do you need to hear now?

pick a cat

c1 - c2

c3 - c4

collective 1

maybe there is an opportunity for you to experience a romantic connection again. what you need to hear is that you are ready for it. don't self-sabotage. you have learned your lesson and you deserve to have someone to share your life with. i feel that this is due to lack of self worth. you might not feel worthy enough of a healthy relationship. as if you don't feel "healed" enough.

however, this is a time to reflect on what aspects of yourself you're growing tired of in regards to your love life. this is a chance to communicate your feelings towards someone you potentially would like to be in a relationship with.

collective 2

you don't need an explanation to cut something off. your message is to trust your intuition. perhaps you have been feeling like removing something that's not meant to be in your life anymore. but you are hesitant to go forward with it because of how far you have taken it.

you don't have to be sure that you're going to be successful to act on this. maybe this is a job or a relationship of any sort. there is a message of you ignoring your calling because of the fear that it gives you.

you need to be clear with your wants and needs. take some time to reflect. certainty is not what should you focus on.

collective 3

you don't have to wait until everything falls apart to communicate your boundaries to someone. placing boundaries doesn't mean you have a bad relationship with people. there is a need to communicate truthfully and without letting your insecurities get in the way.

if you need to say something, say it, don't hesitate and trust your heart. maybe in the past you have been criticized for expressing what you need. you have a fear of abandonment that comes into play when placing boundaries. the right people will support you no matter what. they won't leave.

collective 4

maybe you want to embark on a new journey. however, there are some feelings that you have deeply repressed and make you unwilling to accept your situation. there is some type of wound or heartbreak that you haven't processed. this is needed in order for you to face change in the most open-minded and flexible way possible. this is your opportunity to heal whatever has been in the back of your mind and affecting most of your decisions.

[fortemelody]

okay so like… imma say something maybe perhaps perchance controversial and hot-takey relating to sonic. and i’ve wanted to say this for awhile but didnt wanna get canceled becus it’s something that’s sorta difficult to convey through text…

i remember seeing a year or two ago that quite a few people thought shadamy was wrong simply becus amy reminded shadow of maria in SA2. so basically implying that like if amy is reminiscent of maria, this “inherently” means that shadow thinks of her also as his sibling of sorts.

but i honestly think this way of thinking isn’t correct. if you think about this in any context rather than this fandom then my point will be simpler to understand. for example, you can think to yourself “wow my partner has similar traits to {insert person here} in my family” WITHOUT thinking of them as the same person. acknowledging a parallel in personality should not be off limits when comparing someone you share romantic love with and someone you share platonic love with in my opinion, unless you’re the one constantly choosing to say/act upon that fact in an intentionally weird way.

we also don’t really know *exactly* what shadow was thinking in this exact moment, other than the fact that amy’s kind words changed his perspective and motives, which was the main point of that cutscene overall. it could very well be possible that shadow is experiencing some form of underdeveloped love for amy in that moment, but even he doesn’t know what kinda of love that may be becus he’s spent his whole life just traumatized and not exposed to relationship and friendship status quo of the outside world.

and may i remind you that shadamy is not the only ship to do this… so that argument really doesn’t even work?!? sonadow, probably the most popular ship ever in sonic, does this too. that official japanese art/story with shadow looking at the blue shoes references the parallels between sonic and maria i believe, along with MANY fan works i see regularly.

i’m glad the shift in shadamy has become apparent after TMOSTH and the twitter takeovers. i honestly change my opinion quite frequently between seeing this ship as more platonic or more romantic, but i wanted to still defend it nonetheless becus i find it quite ridiculous how much backlash it got for the stupidest things.

and in case this wasn’t clear- I DONT SUPPORT INCEST AND THIS POST IS NOT TRYING TO EXCUSE INCEST IN ANY WAY. i really just think that characters can be more complex than some people initially interpret them and so to quickly shame others based on these conclusions feels very odd to me.

[eternalera]

ngl im not upset that izuocho is canon because that means tha bkdk isnt canon or togachako isnt canon (although im a little sad i wouldnt say upset. because ofc people are gonna be a little disappointed when soemthing they want doesnt happen)

im more so upset about how fucking bad their get together was like holy shit. or how little they interact or how just not close they seem to each other. like they were always shown admiring each other, but it always felt like they were doing so from afar.

whenever ochako was saying how much she admired izuku and wanted to be like him, even changing her costume to match hers it reminded me of izuku making his first costume like All Might and uh... you see the problem there? she changed it because she admired him and because she admired him she loved him. it wasnt she loves him so she admires him and that always made their relationship feel so distant

then whenever they did interact it just felt like all might and izuku's team ups and stuff like that. even with the blushing i couldnt get into their relationship because they hardly interacted and when they did their relationship always felt so surface level to me that i couldnt get into it

also not even mentioning that literal SHIGARAKI himself says how BAKUGO is the closest person to izuku, NOT ochako. which is... you'd think the person you love/get together with should be the one that you're closest with but thats just not the case here

he's closest with bakugo and with ochako she was closest with tsuyu or toga for that matter.

toga and her bonded over their love for izuku and while yes it was romantic they saw past that and loved each other (whether you think of it as platonic or romantic). they literally saw that and cared for each other. toga valued ochako's opinion and we're shown this when she asks ochako if ochako would kill her in s6 and when she says yes thats when toga basically becomes a 'full fledged' villain

like its so clear that these two are not each others #1's and are NOT each others first thought or anything. yes they're blushing when theyre around each other, yes theyre cute together, but in terms of who they develop the most with? who they're always with? who's on their mind pretty much 90% of the time?

its not each other.

hell whenever izuku goes berserk its because bakugo gets injured and yes he would do it for any of his classmates but it establishes their relationship a LOT more and states bakugo's importance to izuku more than anything.

idk anyways thanks for coming to my tedtalk lol-

[ducksido]

Meeting Dahlia Spade and eating chocolate with Deuce (Deuce Valentine)

Valentine’s Day had arrived at Night Raven College, and while the atmosphere was buzzing with romantic confessions and sweet treats, Deuce Spade was dealing with a serious case of nerves.

He had spent the entire morning hyping himself up, pacing in his dorm room, rehearsing what he was going to say to Y/N. It wasn’t that asking them to be his Valentine was a scary idea—it was just that every time he tried to, the words got stuck in his throat.

Finally, after much internal debate (and some tough love from Ace, who told him to “just man up and do it already”), Deuce took a deep breath and found Y/N in the courtyard, sitting on a bench and enjoying the crisp February air.

“H-Hey, Y/N!” Deuce called out, voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck as he approached them. “Uh… mind if I sit with you?”

Y/N smiled and patted the empty space beside them. “Of course. What’s up, Deuce? You look a little… tense.”

Deuce swallowed hard. “So, um… it’s Valentine’s Day, right?”

They nodded, amused. “That’s right.”

Deuce fumbled inside his pocket, pulling out a slightly crumpled red envelope. “I-I wanted to give you this. And, uh, ask you something…”

Curious, Y/N opened the envelope and found a heartfelt, handwritten card inside. It wasn’t fancy—just simple, honest words from Deuce asking if they would be his Valentine. The effort and sincerity behind it made warmth bloom in their chest.

Y/N looked up at him, eyes soft. “Deuce, this is really sweet. I’d love to be your Valentine.”

Deuce’s face turned as red as Riddle’s hair. “R-Really? That’s… wow! I mean, great! I was, uh, kinda worried you’d say no.”

They chuckled. “Why would I say no? You’re kind, hardworking, and you’re always looking out for me.”

If it was even possible, Deuce’s face burned even hotter. He scratched his cheek and let out an awkward chuckle. “Geez, you’re gonna make me all flustered…”

Y/N grinned. “That’s the goal.”

After a moment of gathering his composure, Deuce perked up. “Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to come with me to visit my mom. She always makes a ton of sweets on Valentine’s Day, and I… I kinda want her to meet you.”

Y/N blinked in surprise. Meeting his mom? That was a big step, but the hopeful look in Deuce’s eyes made it clear that this was important to him.

They smiled. “I’d love to meet your mom.”

Later that evening, Deuce and Y/N arrived at his family home, a cozy little house that felt warm and welcoming. The moment they stepped inside, they were greeted by a cheerful voice.

“Deuce! Welcome home, sweetheart!” Dahlia Spade stepped out from the kitchen, apron on, her expression lighting up when she saw her son. Then her gaze shifted to Y/N, and her eyes twinkled. “And this must be the special guest I’ve heard so much about.”

“M-Mom!” Deuce spluttered, looking absolutely mortified. “I-I just said they were coming over! Not that they’re— I mean, they are, but—”

Y/N laughed, finding his flustered reaction adorable. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Spade. Deuce talks about you a lot.”

Dahlia chuckled, wiping her hands on her apron before clasping them together. “Well, that’s sweet to hear. I hope it’s all good things.”

“Of course!” Y/N reassured her. “He’s always telling me how much he looks up to you.”

Deuce groaned. “Y/N, please.”

His mother beamed with pride, ruffling his hair despite his protests. “That’s my boy. Now, come on, you two. I made chocolate-covered strawberries, cookies, and just about every sweet you could think of. You better have room for dessert!”

Y/N and Deuce shared a glance before grinning. Spending Valentine’s Day with Deuce was already special, but getting to meet his mom and share this moment with him? That made it even sweeter.

Later that night, after stuffing themselves with sweets, Deuce and Y/N found themselves lounging in Deuce’s old bedroom, surrounded by childhood mementos and trophies from his past. The two sat on the floor, passing a box of chocolates between them, the cozy atmosphere wrapping them in a warm glow.

Deuce popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth, sighing in satisfaction. "Man, I forgot how good Mom's chocolates are."

Y/N chuckled, watching as a smudge of melted chocolate clung to the corner of his lips. "Hold still for a sec."

Before Deuce could react, Y/N leaned in and kissed the chocolate away, their lips barely lingering before pulling back with a smirk.

Deuce’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed frozen in place. Then, his face turned bright red, and he sputtered, "W-Wha—Y-Y/N!"

Y/N grinned mischievously. "What? You had chocolate on your face. Just helping you out."

Deuce covered his face with his hands, groaning dramatically. "You can't just do that without warning!"

Y/N laughed, nudging him playfully. "Guess you'll have to get used to it."

Despite his flustered state, Deuce couldn’t hide the smile forming on his lips. Maybe this was the best Valentine’s Day ever.

[tojisprettylittlething]

Mr. and Mrs. Fushiguro 18

Pairing: Assassin!Toji Fushiguro x Assassin!Reader

Warnings: Couples Therapy- TWO sessions, fluff (if you squint)

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Chapter Eighteen: Marriage Counseling, Assassin Style

The therapist’s office smelled like lavender and bad decisions.

You sat on the couch with your arms crossed, staring at the stupid decorative bowl of fake fruit on the coffee table. Toji sat next to you, legs spread wide, looking as comfortable as ever—because of course he was.

The therapist, a woman with kind eyes and the patience of a saint, clasped her hands together and smiled in that infuriatingly calm way.

“So,” she said, “why don’t we start with why you’re here?”

You opened your mouth, ready to lay into Toji and his bullshit, but he beat you to it.

“She’s mad at me,” he said simply, as if that wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world.

You scoffed. “Gee, wonder why?”

The therapist nodded, her gaze shifting between the two of you. “And why do you think she’s mad at you, Toji?”

Toji exhaled through his nose like this whole thing was some great inconvenience. “Because she got hurt.”

“Because I got hurt?” You turned to glare at him. “That’s how you’re gonna phrase that?”

“What?” He shrugged. “I didn’t do anything.”

Your hands twitched in your lap.

You could kill him.

Right here, in this office.

The therapist blinked. “Okay, let’s unpack that. What do you mean, Toji?”

“I was just trying to fix things,” he said, like that somehow excused it. “And she got mad about it.”

You turned back to the therapist, your voice sickly sweet. “He tried to fix things by going behind my back, cutting some deals, and nearly getting me killed in the process.”

The therapist frowned slightly. “Can you elaborate?”

You gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Let’s say we had…a debt on our heads. A big one.”

“Right,” she said slowly.

“And he decided to try and clear it—without telling me. Which, great. Love that he was thinking of our future, really, so romantic—except he botched it so bad that I ended up with a bullet in my shoulder.”

The therapist’s brows lifted. “A…bullet?”

You waved a hand. “Metaphorically.”

She hesitated. “Ah.”

Toji sighed dramatically. “It wasn’t that bad.”

You turned on him so fast he actually leaned back slightly. “Not that bad? I bled for you, you asshole.”

“You would’ve been fine!”

“Oh, fuck you.”

The therapist raised her hands. “Let’s take a deep breath—”

“No, let’s not,” you snapped, whipping back around to face her. “He thinks this is nothing. That he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t try to get you hurt.” Toji tilted his head, giving you that lazy, cocky smirk that made you want to throw something. “You just have shit luck.”

Your jaw dropped. “I have shit luck?”

“You do,” he said simply.

The therapist sighed. “Okay, let’s pause for a moment. Y/n, what is it that you need from Toji in this situation?”

You let out a slow breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. “An apology would be a great start.”

The therapist nodded. “Toji?”

Toji looked at you, expression unreadable.

Then, finally—

“…Sorry.”

You squinted at him. “That was the weakest apology I have ever heard in my life.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. I’m really sorry you got shot.”

You clenched your jaw. “No.”

“What?”

“You’re not sorry I got shot—you’re sorry you fucked up.”

He huffed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I tried to fix things.”

“And you failed.”

Toji made a face, like he didn’t love hearing that.

Good.

The therapist leaned forward slightly. “Toji, it sounds like Y/n feels like her trust was broken. That she wants to know you respect her enough to communicate, especially when it comes to decisions that impact both of you.”

Toji scratched his jaw, thinking.

Finally, he sighed. “Fine.” He looked at you. “Next time, I’ll tell you first before I fix shit.”

The therapist smiled. “That’s a great first step.”

You eyed him. “And?”

He groaned. “And I won’t get you hurt.”

You gave him a flat look. “Swear it.”

Toji exhaled through his nose. “I swear it.”

You studied him for a second before nodding. “Okay.”

The therapist beamed. “That’s progress.”

Toji turned to her, expression blank. “So we’re done, right?”

She smiled politely. “Why don’t we talk about your tendency to steal, Toji?”

His brows shot up. “What?”

You smirked. “Yeah, let’s talk about that.”

Toji groaned, already slouching lower into the couch.

You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at Toji. "All my shit got burned in a fire, Toji. A fire. And yet, you—who did not lose everything—keep stealing my shit."

Toji, the absolute menace that he was, just smirked and leaned back on the couch. "We’re married now, sweetheart. We share things."

You scoffed, gesturing wildly. "Do we? Because last time I checked, you still have all your things. I have to replace everything, and somehow, you're the one stealing from me."

The therapist cleared her throat, trying to redirect the conversation. "Toji, can you see how this might be frustrating for Y/n?"

He shrugged, completely unfazed. "Nah."

You exhaled sharply, trying not to strangle him in front of a licensed professional. "Of course you don’t."

Toji smirked, like he was enjoying this way too much. "Look," he drawled, "I could buy you new shit, but where’s the fun in that?"

Your eye twitched. "The fun? The fun? Are you fucking serious?"

Toji just grinned, clearly entertained by how unhinged you were becoming.

The therapist, bless her soul, still tried to mediate. "Toji, maybe instead of taking Y/n’s things, you could help her replace what she lost?"

Toji made a thoughtful sound. "Mmm. Or she could just accept that what’s mine is hers."

Your mouth fell open. "But nothing of yours is mine! That’s my jacket you’re wearing, my toothbrush you keep using, my—"

"Like I said," he interrupted smoothly, "we share."

You turned to the therapist, hoping for some kind of support. "Do you hear him?"

The therapist smiled tightly, like she was deeply regretting taking you both on as clients. "I do."

Toji stretched his arms behind his head, smirk widening. "Look, baby, it’s not like I’m stealing important things. Just little things. Y’know, intimate things."

You clenched your jaw. "Oh, yeah? Then why the fuck are my weapons missing?"

The therapist blinked. "Weapons?"

"Metaphorically," you both said at the same time.

Toji chuckled. "You should see your face."

"I will kill you," you seethed.

The therapist held up her hands. "Okay, let’s try a different approach. Y/n, what would make you feel better about this situation?"

You exhaled slowly, trying to reel in your frustration. "Him—not stealing—my shit."

The therapist nodded. "And Toji, what are you willing to do to make Y/n feel more comfortable?"

Toji hummed, looking at you. "Lemme think about it."

"Think about it?" you repeated, outraged.

"Yeah," he said casually. "Marriage is about compromise, sweetheart."

"Compromise—?" You inhaled deeply, willing yourself to remain calm. "Fine. You can steal my things after you replace everything I lost in the fire."

Toji looked at you, amused. "Everything?"

"Everything."

His smirk deepened. "Including the lingerie?"

Your face heated. "Yes."

Toji exhaled, shaking his head with a grin. "Shit, guess we’re going shopping, then."

The therapist smiled tightly. "Well, that’s some progress."

You weren’t so sure. -----

So they went to another one...

-----

"I still don’t know why we’re here again."

Toji leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The therapist—a middle-aged man with tired eyes and a clipboard—stared at him expectantly, waiting for more.

Y/n, sitting beside him, pinched the bridge of her nose. "Because apparently, killing people together isn't enough of a bonding experience, and we have 'issues.'"

Toji scoffed, lips twitching. "We don’t have issues."

"You broke my nose last week."

"You dodged the first two hits. That’s on you."

"You threw a knife at me in the kitchen," Y/n deadpanned.

"You caught it."

"That is not the defense you think it is."

The therapist cleared his throat. "How long have you two been married?"

Toji smirked. "Three years."

Y/n turned her head slowly, eyes narrowing. "Two and a half."

He blinked, then nodded. "Right. Two and a half."

"Wow," she said. "Glad we cleared that up."

The therapist wrote something down on his clipboard—probably something about dysfunctional tendencies or potential homicide—before looking up again.

"On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you as a couple?"

"Seven," Y/n said immediately.

Toji’s brows furrowed. "Wait—ten being perfectly happy and one being totally miserable, or…"

"Just respond instinctively," the therapist cut in.

Toji nodded. "Okay." He turned to Y/n. "Ready?"

She kept her eyes on the therapist. "Ready."

"Seven," they both said at the same time.

The therapist blinked. "Well. That’s… consistent."

Toji turned to Y/n, expression unreadable. "Why’d you say seven?"

"Why’d you say seven?"

"Felt right."

"Same."

They stared at each other for a moment.

The therapist sighed, flipping the page on his clipboard. "How often do you have sex?"

Silence.

The air shifted—like a sniper adjusting their aim, like a blade being unsheathed.

Y/n cleared her throat. "I don’t understand the question."

"Yeah, I’m lost," Toji said. "Is this a one-to-ten thing?"

"Because—like, is one very little, or is one nothing?" Y/n added. "Technically speaking, zero would be nothing."

"Exactly. Plus, if we don’t know what one is, what’s ten?" Toji asked.

"Right… is ten…" Y/n chuckled. "Oh god. You know… constant?"

"Unrelenting…?" Toji offered.

"Twenty-four seven, without a break. For anything," Y/n said, biting back a grin.

"Not even to eat," Toji added, nodding.

Y/n let out a breath, resting her forehead against her knuckles before lifting her head again with a chuckle. "Like Sting."

"Exactly. Look at Sting’s day job. Who else has sixty hours a week to put aside in the sack?" Toji asked.

The therapist looked like he regretted every decision that had led him to this moment. "This is not a one-to-ten scenario. It’s a straight question. How often do you have sex?"

Silence.

They both froze.

"How about this week?" the therapist asked.

"Including the weekend?" Toji asked.

"Sure."

Y/n pursed her lips, pretending to count on her fingers.

Toji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean… Monday was a wash because we were in that car chase."

"Right. And Tuesday, we got into that fight in the alley."

"Which kind of led to something, but—"

"But then I fell asleep."

"Right, right," Toji said, nodding. "Wednesday, though—"

"Yeah, yeah. But if we’re counting that, then we have to count the morning, too."

"True, true. Thursday was—"

"After the mission."

"Yeah."

They both nodded, as if agreeing on some unspoken battle plan.

The therapist just stared. "So…?"

"Four?" Y/n guessed.

"Five?" Toji offered.

"Five and a half?"

"Five and a half."

The therapist pinched the bridge of his nose. "I—what is half?"

"Well, we started but didn’t—"

"You know what? Never mind," the therapist said quickly. "Let’s move on."

Fighting with fists was easier than fighting with words.

Toji hated sitting still.

Hated being asked stupid questions that had no purpose.

But when the therapist asked, "What do you love most about each other?"—Y/n didn’t answer right away.

And that?

That made something uneasy settle in his chest.

"Her aim," Toji said, shrugging. "Girl could shoot a quarter out of the air."

Y/n scoffed. "Really? My aim?"

"You like my arms," Toji said smugly.

"Yeah, but I wasn’t gonna say that."

Toji smirked, flexing slightly. "Too late."

The therapist exhaled, like he was debating walking out and never coming back. "Y/n?"

She hesitated.

Then, finally, she looked at Toji.

He was watching her, eyes unreadable, waiting.

"…He always comes back," she said, quieter than before.

Toji blinked.

His smirk softened—just slightly. Almost imperceptible.

But she caught it.

When the session was over, they walked outside, the sun setting over the city.

Toji stretched, rolling his shoulders. "Told you we didn’t need therapy."

Y/n snorted, glancing at him. "We still have ‘issues.’"

Toji smirked, slipping an arm around her shoulders, tugging her in close. "Maybe. But at least our sex life’s a solid five and a half."

She elbowed him. Hard.

He laughed, the sound deep and warm in the cool evening air.

And for now—that was enough.

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[bbearthyy]

cocoa butter kisses

cw: none, not an x reader, mostly fluff, insinuation to sex at the end but it doesn’t go into detail, boys kissing😱

none of my works are ever proofread btw🫡

jj maybank loved to kiss. not in like a romantic way, though he did love a good make out with his partners and sometimes preferred it over sex. he just never knew any other form of expressing his love that didn’t involve fighting.

~~~

jj and john b were 7 and 8 years old, sitting close together on the brunette’s soft couch. it was cold outside and the two boys had sat with their sides pressed to each other, sharing a warm blanket. they were watching a movie jj couldn’t remember the name of, and he honestly hadn’t been paying much attention to it for the last 30 minutes. until it happened.

the characters on the screen reunited at last, and in their moment of relief, they shared a passionate kiss. jj made an affronted noise at the scene, causing john b to pause the movie and turn to the blonde beside him, a confused look covering his face. “somethin’ wrong?”

jj shrugged, shoulders tensing up out of fear that he’d bothered his friend. “nothin.” but john b knew better, so he softened his face, placed a hand on jj’s arm, and tried again. “are you okay? it’s just a kiss.” the blonde sighed, knowing he couldn’t lie to john b, “i just don’t get it.” upon seeing the confusion appear on john bs face once more, jj continued, “why do they kiss? what’s the big deal? i think every time we watch a movie somebody’s kissing.”

but now john b was even more confused. what was wrong with kissing? “it’s just how people show love. like how mommies and daddies love each other.” john b regretted his explanation immediately however, when a sad look flitted through the younger boy’s eyes. “how do mommies and daddies love each other?”

8 year old john b felt his heart split in two that day, and unknowingly handed half of it to the blonde he pulled closer, pressing jj into his chest as he hugged him. “well,” john b began, “it’s not just mommies and daddies. you’re s’posed to kiss anybody you love.” jj lit up at this, he liked that idea, he liked it a lot. “really?” john b nodded affirmatively in response, but was baffled when jj swiftly moved.

before the routledge boy knew it, his best friend had his lips pressed against his. john b’s eyes grew wide, and he immediately pulled away from the boy. “what did you do that for?!” john b cried out, but before he could continue, a lump grew in his throat as he saw the pained look on jj’s face. “i thought,” jj began, clearing his throat and blinking hard to get rid of his tears of embarrassment, “you said we’re s’posed to kiss people we love. and we’re best friends. ‘n i just thought…” jj’s voice trailed off, sniffling sadly as he furiously rubbed at his eyes with his fists, trying desperately to get rid of his tears.

john b didn’t know what to do. on one hand, his heart was burning after the kiss, and he was confused what it meant. on the other hand, he’d accidentally made his best friend cry, and didn’t know how to fix it. so, the little routledge did the only thing he could think of. he kissed jj again.

reaching forward with gentle hands, john b cupped each side of the blonde’s face, bringing him forward slowly and pressing his chapped lips softly to jj’s. they sat there for a moment, slowly figuring out how to kiss as the tears dried on the younger boy’s face. eventually, john b pulled back, using his thumbs to wipe away jj’s tears before dropping his hands into his own lap.

jj watched his best friend curiously, hoping he’d have something to say, as jj was at a loss for words. “so, it’s okay that i kissed you?” jj had to ask, he was seriously so confused. “yeah,” john b said, “i guess so. i mean my dad did say you kiss people you love. i guess that means friends too.”

after a moment of just looking at each other, the boys returned to their previous position. jj pressed his cheek into john b’s shoulder as he pressed play on the movie, their hearts finally calming as they settled down for the night.

~~~

from then on it became almost instinct for jj. every time he saw john b he gave him a greeting kiss, a kiss goodbye, and sometimes a “i just felt like it” kiss. this became true for pope as well, who unfortunately never grew out of the furious blush he got every time the blonde kissed him.

it took a while for kie to become part of this ritual, as a matter of fact, she had to ask for it

“how come you don’t ever kiss me?” jj froze. he had just pulled back from giving john b a massive kiss after he caught a huge fish. “w-what?” kie, who was laying on the boat sunbathing, repeated herself calmly, “you kiss john b and pope all the time. we’ve been friends for ages now. how come you never kiss me?” jj didn’t know how to respond, so he just shrugged, reaching over and leaning over top of the girl to press a quick but gentle kiss to her lips. “there, i just did.”

~~~

unfortunately for poor sarah cameron, she was not aware of jj maybank’s love language. they were alone when it first happened. sarah was in the kitchen at the chateau, making brownies with the ingredients she’d gone to the store to buy herself the day before. the rest of the pogues were outside, and she was enjoying the silence with soft music playing in the background. jj stepped inside for a moment to grab another beer, walking up behind sarah. his chest pressed against the girl’s back and she gasped straightening up. jj dipped a finger in the brownie batter, moaning at the taste. staying behind sarah, he leaned down to mumble in her ear, asking if she could spare a couple to make him weed brownies. she nodded silently, and jj whooped, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips, mumbling “thanks mama,” before skipping out the door, leaving the previous kook stunned.

the next time it happened, they were with the other pogues. after spending a long day on the boat nobody wanted to get changed, the girl sat in their bikinis and the boys shirtless in their swim trunks. john b had gone inside to shower, dropping sarah onto jj’s lap before he went. the girl had blushed furiously at the action, ready to leap off of jj, but he just nodded at the brunette boy, wrapping an arm around sarah’s waist. she’d relaxed against him by now, and was beginning to drift off, his soft hand drifting up and down her bare side lulling her to sleep.

sarah was trying desperately to stay awake, and jj took notice. he leaned down towards her ear to whisper, “go to sleep, angel. i’ll pass you to jb when he comes back,” and pressed a slow kiss to her soft lips. sarah was too tired to protest, or even think about the other pogues watching. she kissed back, hers and jjs lips intertwined in gentle kisses before she pulled away, her head flopping on his shoulder. sleep overtook her immediately, so she didn’t notice that john b had already returned, having seen the whole thing. he let the group know he was going to bed, and asked jj to bring sarah to him when he retired for the night.

when sarah awoke the next morning, cuddled close to john b, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. her unofficial husband was still asleep next to her, and she gently traced his features with her pinky. john b’s eyes fluttered open, the brunette smiling upon seeing his girl, and pulled her close. sarah was too overcome with guilt to returned the embrace, and instead sat up. john b followed, sitting up beside her with worry etched into his features. “you okay?”

as if a dam broke, sarah began spilling to john b. confessing what had happened when she was making brownies the other day, and telling her husband about the soft make out that she’d had with his best friend last night before she fell asleep. there were tears in sarah’s eyes and she couldn’t make eye contact with her husband. after a couple seconds of silence, john b broke it, laughter shaking his entire body.

“yo, jay,” john b yelled, his voice echoing through the house. sarah was tense, unsure what was happening. upon receiving a response john b yelled for jj to come to him, waiting silently as the blondes footsteps padded down the hallway. as soon as jj stepped through the door he saw sarah’s tears, and worry ran through him. “hey, mama,” he mumbled, walking towards the bed and reaching out to wipe her tears, “whats’a matter?”

“what’s wrong is you didn’t tell her, dumbass,” john b grumbled. jj turned to him, brows furrowed. “you’ve been kissing her and she feels guilty. you were supposed to tell her, bro,” john b explains. jj felt his heart drop, realizing he was the reason for her tears. “shit.” the blonde turned back to the young girl in front of him, seeing her bottom lip wobble as she look at her husband with worry.

jj began rambling, giving a long drawn out explanation that seemed to be confusing sarah more than she already was. deciding he’d done enough damage, john b cut jj off, putting a hand on his shoulder and telling him to sit quietly on the bed. so jj sat, right next to john b, and leaned his head on his shoulder, feeling incredibly guilty. “in short,” john b said, “kissing is how jj expresses his love. he does it with everyone, i’m actually surprised you haven’t seen him kiss any of us.”

relief washed over sarah, her shoulders slumping as she visibly relaxed. “oh thank god,” she mumbled, crawling over to sit in the blonde boy’s lap. jj welcomed her with open arms, giggling at how easily she accepted the explanation. “i felt so guilty,” sarah mumbled, burying her face into jj’s bare chest. john b chuckled, running his hand over the back of her head, “i’m gonna go make breakfast. y’all come eat whenever you’re ready.”

jj mumbled an affirmative, while sarah silently nodded her head. john b left the room, and the two blondes sat together silently. after a moment sarah sat up, straddling jjs thighs. “that was so not cool jay,” she mumbled, crossing her arms with a pout. “aw, c’mon mama,” jj mumbled, wrapping his arms around her waist, “don’t be like that.”

“and about that,” sarah began, “why the fuck do you always call me mama?” jj raised an eyebrow, surprised at her bluntness. “sorry, do i need to stop?” sarah softened, uncrossing her arms and placing her hands on jj’s chest, “i mean, i didn’t say that.” jj smirked, his hands moving to squeeze her hips and pull her closer. “no?”

sarah smiled shyly, shaking her head no before burying her head into his neck. jj’s hands squeezed her hips again, pulling her into him in a grinding motion. sarah gasped, snatching her head out of his neck. jj smirked, tilting his head, “somethin wrong?” sarah stuttered, “d-don’t do that. jb said you always kiss people, he didn’t say anything about…that.” jj chuckled smugly, yelling for john b.

“bree!” hearing a muffled ‘yea’ in response, jj called out, “you mind if i get a taste of your girl?” john b’s laughed echoed across the house before he responded, “go ahead. but if you fuck her you better wear a condom.” sarah gasped, her breath getting caught in her throat when jj pulls her off his lap, tossing her onto the bed. the blonde boy tugs on the strings of her bikini bottoms, tugging the fabric slowly down her legs. “jb told you i like to kiss,” jj mumbled, kissing his way up her thighs, “lemme show you my favorite place to kiss.”

[citrusai]

taash said "they were doing it" and people ran with the interpretation of an npc that doesn't know solas or the history of the elvhenan even when bellara interjected and said, no, that's not right. that's not how it was for the elvhenan. they formed bonds before they had physical bodies. and people ran to doompost or create weird anti-solavellan shit even though mythal & solas refer to each other as old friends and when she releases him there is no tenderness or love in it. it is the act of unchaining a dog from his post, the stepping down of a general. but to each their own ig.

[takeyourheart]

gonna talk about a lil thing I noticed in p5/p5r about joker and akechi that I think everyone knows but nobody's really mentioned yet.

when it comes to confidants, we sort of make our own opinions about them outside of how joker actually is with them in game (example: mishima. so many people hate him but that's a topic for another day)

but the exception to this is akechi. sure, in p5r's confidant, we still get to choose what to say as part of the Silent Self Insert Protagonist™ shtick, but to my knowledge, we never see joker explicitly have dialogue in the form of thought bubbles revealing his (and not our) thoughts about his friends.

you know who he does acknowledge in his thought bubbles? akechi.

specifically, I'm thinking about 2/2 ("this isn't trivial!" "but akechi will...") and when you go to jazz jin after the palace, to realize joker has kept akechi's glove in his pocket this entire fucking time. and yea sure joker has tons of shit in his pockets, that's how inventory works, but keep in mind he's just having his hands in his pants pockets at this moment. he literally carries around akechi's glove in his regular ass clothing pants pocket.

what I'm trying to say here is that with all the other characters, you're expected to grow to like them. joker doesn't have special dialogue because you're expected to see them as his/your friends, and he doesn't need to establish anything different.

but with akechi, you're most likely going to have mixed feelings about him, and joker is making it very clear that no matter what the player thinks, joker loves akechi, and he wants to do everything in his power to help him. because he's joker, and that's what he does, and what he must do. (another discussion for a different time tbh.)

tldr; joker loves akechi even if the player doesn't. people who think joker dislikes or hates akechi can't read

[possamble]

I'm not allowed to be on social media for more than two seconds today but I just wanted to say that Laios will absolutely have his own reaction to all this as someone who would die for Falin but has also imprinted on Marcille as his Emotional Support Comphet White Girl Not-Girlfriend along the way

[sonknuxadow]

another amy and shipping related thing that annoys me is when people (mostly sonamy and shadamy fans from what ive seen) act like sonic is somehow in the wrong for not wanting to date amy. like saying he's immature or mean as if he's required to date her just because she likes him regardless of his own feelings on the matter

[jackass-jones]

Shinjiham is cute when it’s romantic but tbh I think i vastly prefer the idea of them being best friends instead. Like, neither of them really saw it coming and weren’t really looking to get another best friend (Shinji has Akihiko, Kotone has Junpei and Yukari respectively) but it happens anyway. Kotone takes a liking to Shinji much faster than she does anyone else and I’d say a big reason is just the fact that he’s so reserved that it allows Kotone to do most of the talking while he just listens and they love this arrangement cuz Kotone doesn’t get to talk about her own interests very much. Though I think some of her needs to talk to Shinji stems from this insecurity that he isn’t happy in the group and she has this people pleasing problem and wants everyone to be happy so she makes a much bigger effort to talk to Shinji. And it’s very unfortunate because Shinji intentionally acts cold and distant because he doesn’t want to form any attachments because he wants to die soon, but aaaaaaaagh dammit this girl just keeps talking to him and being sweet and encouraging him to engage in his interests and share them with the others and he just can’t seem to say no when she’s got those damn puppy eyes. And Kotone is just able to get him out of his shell by being persistent but not in an overwhelming way, she’s very cheerful and supportive of him. And Shinji is able to offer her support by encouraging her to talk about herself and by making sure she’s taking care of herself. They just click really well and make such a positive dent in each other’s lives and it’s all about basic acts of kindness going a long way you know?

[sapphire-weapon]

In your opinion, is the laugh from Leon at the end of the Ada and Leon encounter in the castle one of amusement, or more like frustration? People seem to interpret it as him being charmed by her which has lead to some butting of heads. I'm not really sure how to take it myself, but I feel like there's some lingering attachment there mixed with a lot of frustration... y'know, with her whole elusive, never explaining herself thing. Gets a little old for him, maybe.

I know you personally interpret Leon as being done with her shit, but I still wanted to know what you thought!

I think that "charmed" is a good word, but I don't think that people are using it the way that it should be used in that context. Leon isn't "charmed" by her in the sense that he just fell in love with her all over again; Leon is "charmed" by her in the sense that he found that particular interaction endearing.

I've seen people make the argument that Leon didn't actually know that Ada was alive until that very moment of reuniting in the castle, and he's just become so incredibly good at masking his emotions that it catches her off guard -- but I don't agree with that interpretation. For him to be so shocked at Krauser's introduction kind of disproves that theory, because -- remember, Krauser didn't even fake his death in this version of the story. And Leon is still so surprised to see him.

The way I interpreted their reunion was that Leon has seen unconfirmed reports of someone matching Ada's description running around doing shady shit in bioterror situations -- maybe even on missions he's personally run (RE4 was OG Leon's first federal mission but not Remake Leon's first federal mission; he's been doing this shit for a while already) -- so he's already been through the "what the... Ada???? I thought that bitch was fuckin dead!" (kudos to whoever gets that reference) song and dance in his head. But there was no hard and fast evidence that it actually was her -- until she finally tries to hold him up in the castle, and it all clicks into place as "confirmed" for him.

So, I think the smirk/pseudo-laugh following their reunion is born from a few different places:

Leon is genuinely happy to learn that she is, in fact, still alive. Being able to see her and confirm it with his own eyes was probably such a relief for him.

He's probably feeling at least a little bit smug that he was right about the aforementioned reports. So, not only was it relieving to know she's okay, it feels good to find that he was right.

She's not even trying to put up a front for him this time; he actually got to see and talk to the real Ada for perhaps the very first time ever (at least, in his mind; we as the audience know that Ada was being genuine with him at several different points in RE2, but Leon has no way of knowing that, himself). It's probably endearing for him to actually see her as her true self for a change.

The way that she exits the conversation (through the window after a tongue-in-cheek offering of sex??? LMAO) is so extra and over the top and so very Ada. It was very likely a very endearing "some things never change" moment for him.

I genuinely believe that their reunion was a feel-good moment for Leon for all four of those reasons -- and all of that can be true with it also being true that he's not willing to put up with her bullshit anymore.

The two of them don't speak again until the radio transmission where Ada tells Leon that she saw Verdugo carrying Ashley to the throne room. A lot happens between those two points (including "the fall [in love]" moment between him and Ashley, which, when juxtaposed beside the way that he fell for Ada, is striking in its contrast) and a lot of time passes in which Leon can let the enormity of his actual emotions re: seeing Ada again sink in -- and it also happens right after Ashley is taken from him, so that's why he snaps off with "I guess you're not completely heartless" in that conversation. (He's also probably still butthurt about the "leave the girl" remark, too, which only makes his reaction more volatile.)

And that kind of sets the tone for their interactions/relationship for the entire rest of the game. Leon cares about Ada (because lbr he cares about everyone), he's happy and relieved that she's alive and okay, and he's glad to see her again if only just for closure's sake -- but he's done with her shit, otherwise. He has nothing to prove to her anymore, he doesn't need validation from her anymore, whatever romantic attachments he had to her in RE2 are long-since dead, and he refuses to make the same mistakes twice.

All of these things can be true at the same time. And, in RE4make, they are.

[bisexualmaedhros]

transfem furries hornyposting online about the relatively niche/"out there" things they're into have inadvertently helped me accept myself more than the body positivity movement of the 2010s ever did

[todayisafridaynight]

and when i think of daigo telling mine he loves him i scream and cry and need to kill to feel normal

[autism-corner]

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