#HIS MOM IS ITALIAN AMERICAN

[textingutapri]

do you ever just remember ranmaru is canonically italian

[coconut530]

GETAWAYS

[envyenvys]

‘Just fleshing out’ a background character for a fic is so dangerous bc either all you do is slap a name on some guy who shows up one time and go on with your life, or you end up pathologically obsessed with a character that not only doesn’t exist anywhere except your own head, but at this point might also be directly contradicting whatever slivers of canon information they actually have

[americanata]

american pasta has harmed me once more

[inkykeiji]

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[br1ghtestlight]

i can't find it now but at some point loren bouchard said that bcuz of their last name being belcher, at least one of bob's parents had to come from french canadian ancestory (big bob). I think about this a lot. AND ITS NOT LIKE NEW JERSERY IS KNOWN FOR ITS FRENCH CANADIAN POPULATION

[crttvset]

this is because hes italian and american TRUST ME ON THIS

[tryinginvaintobreathethefire]

i just think any worthwhile exploration of bruce springsteen's queerness also has to take into account his italian-ness

[luigisleftshoe]

Dating Luigi Headcanons

How it starts:

Yall probably meet at like one of three places; some activity like surfing (you get a sneak peek of him shirtless in board shorts), at a bar and your trying to play pool and he’s like “ actually 🤓 you need to hold the stick like this” (man was actually just trying to flirt with you and he didn’t know how to), or HEAR ME out like a random niche gym class you both signed up for and your both just there like 🧍‍♀️🧍

First date I feel like is like slightly unhinged actually?? Like this man wouldn’t go straight for like “let’s get dinner together” the man wants to do an escape room to see how compatible you guys are at solving puzzles together ? Yall will progress to dinner tho

Also like I look at his Virgo moon and Aries Venus and I’m just like I feel like Luigi would lowkey play hard to get. Not in like the he likes to be chased way but more of a he’s like very anxious in commitment. Like it takes a lot for this man to be like yes ! Were bf and gf! Ya know like he really has to be warmed up to the idea

Anyways!

He takes a stupidly long time to actually confess that he likes you too! Like you’ll be there 3 “friend dates deep” and haven’t even held hands. But once he does it’s very heartfelt and dramatic and you know he’s using his hands a lot to try and convey how he feels. Definitely would prefer a friends to lovers type beat

That’s also not to say he hasn’t had his fair share of hookups bc look at that man who wouldn’t want him. But like he’s not just gonna bring anyone home to his mom ya know. Also italian-Americans boys are massive mamas boys imo so if he’s bringing someone home HES BRINGING HIS PERSON HOME. Like Look, Luigi would treat introducing you to his family as basically a marriage proposal ok. Not everyone gets to be brought home to his family and he will be stressing about it for weeks beforehand like it’s a final boss battle.

Being together:

The man loves being domesticated??? Legitimately it’s his favorite thing. Grocery shopping? A date! Washing dishes together? A date! Fixing a leaky sink together? Basically foreplay.

Bro he would love it if you hopped in the cart while grocery shopping and just directed him around and what to get. he’ll love pushing you around, but after like 5 minutes he’s dramatically like,“Okay my turn, get out. It’s my turn” And man would be a sassy king about it too.

Like you’ll reach for a random olive oil and he’s already behind you like,“No. We get the good one. That one’s disrespectful. Put it back.”

He’s surprisingly (not at all) very bossy but not in a jerk way, more of a him putting his hand on the small of your back and steering you left in the grocery aisle because “Babe, trust me, the good bakery section’s this way.”

Also he would be constantly glued to you when your at home together. Like everything is a group activity. You’re trying to wash dishes? He’s behind you, arms around your waist, doing absolutely nothing helpful but insisting, “No I’m helping, moral support.” You’re folding laundry? He’s throwing socks at you and laughing when you miss.

OHMYGOD he would be so serious about home improvement projects. Full engineer mode. It doesn’t matter that his engineering is not at all close to the project you're doing. He's got out his protractor and man is hard at work. And he would fully try and reenact like a porno trope of OHMYGOD the sexy maintaince man has come to service you 😏😏 while waggling his eyebrows.

Busts out unnecessary tools just for the aesthetic. You’re hanging one (1) picture frame and he’s got a full toolbox laid out like a weapons montage scene in a spy movie. Leveler? Check. Protractor? Check. Stud finder? Beeping it against his own chest like “guess I found one.”

OH and he will INSIST on doing it shirtless “because he’s sweating.” And it’s like sir you unscrewed two screws why are you shirtless. No ones complaining ab it tho.

He has absolutely zero chill once you praise him. You say one thing like “Wow you’re so handy,” and he short circuits. Immediately ten times cockier. “You know I could totally redo the whole kitchen. Build you a greenhouse. Knock down a wall. Babe we could have an open floor plan in like two weekends.” Man would be threads deep in Reddit that night trying to figure out how to rebuild your entire house just the way you want.

I feel like once this man is in he’s in and he’s absolutely whipped. Man is so obviously down bad for you and he doesn’t even care he’ll own every time his friends give him shit for it. Like “stay pressed you can barely get a tinder date”

Would insist on you stealing his clothes. Would purposely leave a hoodie draped over your couch like “Oh nooo I guess you have to wear it now, crazy how that happens.” But also the man like rotates the same closet from 8th grade so lowkey he starts running out of clothes v quickly if you steal them.

Gets quietly obsessed with your hobbies.You start painting? He’s randomly showing up with watercolor sets. You like baking? He’s researching recipes to try with you. Literally acts like whatever you love is now his life’s purpose too. He would absolutely die on the spot if you expressed interest in his too he’d be so happy.

Will never, ever, EVER forget anniversaries, milestones, or inside jokes.

Also just wanna say the man likes to argue for the sake of arguing. Like to be fair he probably is right but when he isn’t he doesn’t stop bc he just loves the debate. Lowkey gets turned on by it if it’s a good debate

Also idk why I have this feeling but I just know this man loves to get high and fuck up overcooked with you.

“Babe, trust me, I’m cracked at this game. I’m basically Gordon Ramsay.” 20 minutes later he’s screaming because he’s accidentally thrown a pot of soup into a trash can.

He gets high and turns into a full-blown Overcooked tyrant. Barking fake orders like “YOU’RE ON TOMATO DUTY, MOVE MOVE MOVE!!” Running around in circles on the screen shouting “WHERE’S THE PAN?! WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE?! WHO BURNED THE ONIONS?!” (It was him. He burned the onions.)

He absolutely BLAMES YOU for everything that goes wrong. “Babe you’re supposed to be dicing! Why are you just standing there?!” Meanwhile he’s throwing chopped lettuce at a plate that’s already on fire.

He’s losing every level but he’s like “One more time. We’ll get three stars this time. I have a new strategy.”(His strategy is yelling louder.)(I’ve never met a quiet Italian man in my life)

Afterwards he cuddles you and swears you’re a terrible teammate but he wouldn’t want anyone else. He’s laying on you like a weighted blanket, mumbling into your shoulder, “You’re the worst line cook but the best girlfriend. You can’t teach that kind of loyalty.”

Hes way more protective than he possessive

Like Walks on the street side of the sidewalk without thinking about it. Steps between you and a guy being weird at a bar. Double-checks your locks without even saying anything. Notices when you’re tired or uncomfortable before you even say anything and adjusts.

If a guy flirts with you? His vibe would be less “blow up and make a scene” and more “laughs coldly, stares daggers, and tightens his grip on your hand.”

Below the belt:

He’s way more dominant than he acts day-to-day. He’s playful and flirty outside the bedroom. But once the tension tips over? He’s heavy, needy, in charge, and a little mean (in a sexy way). “You’re not getting away from me tonight.”

Man is a golden retriever by day but night is a different story

Grips your hips, manhandles you easily, but with that slow patience — dragging it out because he likes hearing you beg a little

Slow build king. As he should be tho. Foreplay lasts forever if he has his way.

Kisses down your chest like he’s savoring a wine tasting flight. Hands everywhere — mapping you out like he’s learning you on purpose. Whispering stupid cocky things between kisses like “you’re not even ready for me yet, babe.”

Really into control( we’ve all seen how big his hands are you know he likes to put them around your throat)lowkey would love to sleep spooning with his hand around your neck. Loves when you tug at his shirt, moan for him, grab at his arms.The second you show him you want him to take it further, it’s over.He switches into that possessive slow dominance mode instantly.“Good girl. That’s all you had to say.”

He’s a growler, not a moaner. When he gets frustrated (aka you’re teasing him too much)? You’re gonna hear him low-growl “quit playin’ with me.” It’s half warning, half promise, and it always ends with you absolutely wrecked.

HES A MUNCH. I KNOW A MUNCH WHEN I SEE ONE

Will happily spend hours between your legs if you let him. Turns it into a game — how long can he keep you trembling, gasping, falling apart on his mouth? Spoiler: longer than you can handle

[milkymora]

✧ mcl (hsl) flirts - voice headcanons ✧

note: receiving an ask wondering who i’d headcanon as voice for castiel, i got the idea of making hdcs what the hsl boys voices would sound like!!! obv everything is sfw, cts of the pics used to the respective owners on pinterest! enjoyy xo

𖹭 castiel.

i feel like castiel has the typical american english accent. i headcanon him to be born in a big city, like new york or los angeles, due to his parents having a well-paid job that allowed that kind of life.

for that reason, i think chris pine (jack frost’s voice actor in “rise of guardians”) would be a perfect example of what his voice would sound like;

sassy, provocative, yet kind and genuine.

𖹭 nathaniel.

as mentioned in my amber’s hdcs, i headcanon his family is german. both him and his sister can fluently speak german and they do have a little bit of an accent when talking in other languages.

someone like louis hofmann (werner pfenning’s actor in “all the light we cannot see”) would suit him good, even if his accent would be a little less marked than werner’s.

his tone is mostly quiet and low, but he does have his bursts of energy, especially when addressing castiel or others he doesn’t really like; that’s when the german kicks in the most.

𖹭 lysander.

oh, this boy is a gentle giant and his voice is definitely the deepest one, which is accentuated by the way he talks: basically whispering all the time. nobody knows whether it’s shyness or just his normal way of speaking,

all i know is that his voice would sound close to josh o’connor’s (price charles in “the crown”, season 3).

yes, he is british, with a beautiful londinese accent.

𖹭 armin.

lucas zade jumann (gilbert blythe’s actor in “ann with an e”) would be perfect for him. just a little more expressive.

listen, this guy is a walking meme, okay? he’d be dead serious for a moment and making questionable noises (yes, he’s the type of friend that would moan when you’re on call with your mom) the second later. he’s also freaking loud when talking and doesn’t even realize it.

another thing: he’s scarily good at making impressions of anime characters. beware for phone pranks.

𖹭 kentin.

even after puberty hit, his voice still remains the sweetest of them all. his french accent only makes it worse, making jessie james grell (armin arlert’s english voice actor in “attack on titan”) a pretty accurate option for him.

the voice actor isn’t french and i don’t really know if he ever played french characters, but just imagine his voice with a subtle french accent in it.

don’t get fooled though. the boy has lungs and, just like armin, can easily forget how loud he can get when upset. mostly happens when castiel’s around.

gosh i had so much fun writing these headcanons!! tbh i hope these are good, i mainly listen to italian stuff so my knowledge of english voice actors/actors is limited :,) lmk what you think, if the voices match what you think they’d actually sound like.

✧ mcl navigation. ✧

[pengold]

McLooy Rudboys "Retired", or is he...

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Head of the Rudboys family and currently in a turf war with the Italian mafia. He doesn't know who the head of the Italian mafia is, no one does, but he is currently looking for them so they can sit down and talk. He knows some people in the building work for opposite sides and tries to use that to his advantage.

Steven thinks he is training to be head of the family, but McLooy was going to make Nacha's late husband take up the mantle. Now that he is dead he is looking for a replacement, and keeping a close eye on his son. He doesn't know what Steven did, but he is very sus of him at the moment.

((Steven's mom was Indian and McLooy is Irish-American))

[deathsmallcaps]

If you’re Irish Australian would you prefer us to hit the last option?

[fear-is-truth]

How would Patrick react to you getting pregnant?

getting knocked up by patrick bateman .ᐟ.ᐟ

tw ; unplanned pregnancy (duh), intrusive thoughts, suggestive, not proofread at all

a/n: i finished writing this then forgot about its existence lol. anyways, safe sex is important !!

if you’re already married:

patrick’s reaction to the pregnancy would be shaped by his obsession with image. being 27 and married, he’d likely face pressure from his colleagues. he’s the quintessential wall street yuppie: the suit, the power, the status. kids? they’re just another box to check for the perfect american dream.

he’d flip from denial to forced enthusiasm, playing the role of the expectant father. he’d talk about starting a college fund, buying a bigger apartment, even hiring the best nanny money can buy. it wouldn’t be about the baby itself, though—it’s about appearances. patrick would treat the pregnancy like he treats his designer wardrobe: another accessory to show off.

in private, he’d still be unraveling. he’d resent the disruption to his routine, the messiness a baby would bring. but he’d also feel trapped. divorce or walking away isn’t an option—how would that look? his friends are your friends, after all. patrick would pour his insecurities into overcompensation, obsessively showering you with gifts and planning every detail of your life.

but behind closed doors, he would remain emotionally unavailable most of the time. he’d throw himself into his work, his gym routine, anything to avoid facing the reality of impending fatherhood.

he’d have a mental meltdown over your body changing—obsessing over how “the weight is distributed” while simultaneously marveling (inappropriately) at how your chest looks fuller. (“…better than any breast implants”), the way your skin glows, but also how your clothes fit differently. he doesn’t even try to hide his vanity. “you’re still beautiful, obviously,” he adds quickly, “but maybe we should talk to a trainer after the baby is born. just to make sure you bounce back quickly.”

he’d absolutely flip between moments of pathetic awkwardness and his usual cold arrogance. for example, he’d randomly caress your growing belly, but then suddenly blurt out “your… tits looks great, but do stretch marks happen to everyone?”

he’s constantly offering unsolicited opinions about your diet and fitness routine. he’s the husband who insists you on buying expensive organic groceries and then criticises you for craving something as mundane as ice cream. but when you do cry about it (because hormones), he panics and makes the whole situation awkward.

if you dare deny him sex because of pregnancy hormones, patrick would sulk like a child. but then quickly bounce back to showering you with gifts to stay on your good side.

patrick’s jealousy of your attention is borderline absurd. he starts competing with the baby before it’s even born, constantly reminding you of his accomplishments.

maternal clothes for you are only the best—chanel, hermès, and gucci maternity collections. he refuses to let you look frumpy. if you wear anything “off-brand,” he’ll throw passive-aggressive comments like “are you trying to look like a suburban soccer mom?”. also, he’d browse catalogs and stores for gucci, armani and burberry baby clothes.

the nursery is black & white and minimalist—think pristine white walls, sleek italian furniture, and splashes of gray for “warmth.” no toys that clash with the aesthetic. he insists on vitra rocking chairs, fendi baby blankets, and a custom crib.

patrick spends hours making sure the initials won’t spell something embarrassing and that the full name looks good on a business card.

he’d pick out names that scream “old money”. for boys: theodore, alexander, nathaniel. for girls: charlotte, victoria, isabelle, madeleine, genevieve, anastasia.

his obsession with control would bleed into the smallest details. he’d blast his favorite music at your presence—huey lewis & the news, whitney houston, or talking heads—arguing it’s “good for the baby’s development,” while monologuing about how these artists represent true genius.

he’d talk to your stomach, but awkwardly, fumbling over words in his usual detached, overly-rehearsed way: “your dad’s a very successful man, you know… i hope you inherit my bone structure.”

if it’s an unplanned pregnancy:

if you’re not married, holy shit… the stakes are different, but patrick’s reaction is just as selfish. first of all, the pregnancy is absolutely. his. fucking. fault. patrick hates wearing condoms (would sometimes straight up lie about wearing one) and he always tells you that nothing “bad” will happen—until it does.

his immediate response would be to downplay the situation. “are you sure?” he’d ask flatly, trying to buy time. his inner monologue would be a chaotic swirl of paranoia and blame—his mind races with possibilities: is this some gold-digging ploy? a mistake? could it even be his? and he even has the audacity to ask “are you sure it’s mine?”

the next stage would be denial. patrick doesn’t deal well with reality when it doesn’t serve him. he’d try to act as though nothing has changed, refusing to acknowledge the pregnancy in conversation. he might even subtly suggest that “it’s early days, we don’t have to make any decisions yet,” thinly veiling his hope that you’ll take care of it and spare him the inconvenience. but when it becomes clear that you’re keeping the baby, his panic would fucking escalate.

he might lash out, picking fights over nothing or disappearing for hours at a time to “work late” (read: spiral into his usual vices—drugs, violence, torturing sex workers).

he’d start compensating in weird ways. he’d lavish you with gifts—jewelry, designer clothes, a bigger apartment—anything to make you think he’s excited, supportive even. they’re attempts to placate you, to make the problem go away without addressing it.

in private, patrick would unravel. his inner monologue would become a torrent of rage, fear, and morbid fantasies. he’d think about running away, faking his own death, or worse—doing something drastic to ensure the pregnancy never reaches full term.

the idea of fatherhood would gnaw at him. as a child of divorce, patrick is deeply insecure, and the thought of raising a child dredges up unresolved feelings about his own father. the self-loathing buried under his narcissism rearing its head. he’d compare himself to his colleagues and realise that many of them already have kids—or at least talk about starting families. peer pressure.

this sense of competition would push him to overcompensate. he’d brag about how “ready” he is, throwing money at every conceivable solution: top-tier obstetricians, prenatal yoga classes, nursery designers. he’d try to mold himself into the perfect father-to-be, but only because he wants to win.

but patrick being patrick, his selfishness bleeds through. he bitches about your mood swings—“it’s like living with a completely different person”—but also refuses to acknowledge his role in them.

he spends hours staring at himself in the mirror, wondering if fatherhood will make him less attractive. he starts paying extra attention to his skincare routine, convinced that stress is causing him to wrinkle.

[forsaken-headcanons]

Random assortment of fartsaken headcannons GO‼️‼️

-Chance called Spade his baby so often that the other survivors thought that it was an actual child and not a pet

-C00lkidd likes to climb on people a lot, the other killers don't really tolerate this besides Mafioso who lets the kid hang off his arms and climb up his back ect

-TwoTime stims by chewing on their own hair and clothes (totally not projecting)

-When C00lkidd likes someone (platonic) he just puts a hand on them and stares at them for uncomfortably long amounts of time before going back to whatever he was doing like he wasn't just acting like a little freak

-Mafioso fluctuates in weight a lot, in the span of a few months be can go from 200 lbs to 250 and then down to 180, he forgets to eat for really long times and then when he remembers he eats a lot at once then forgets again

-Mafioso autism, he gets random nonverbal shutdowns where he just wants some to talk at him but not to him (definitely not projecting)

-Elliot is a mix of Italian, American, and Portuguese. Italian American on his dad's side and Portuguese on his mom's side. His parents had him when they were young and the relationship didn't last, his sister's mom is his step mom and she's American.

-Strange Green Bug Anon

LOVE ALL OF THESE AND ARE NOW YOINKING THEM. GOODBYE THEY'RE OURS NOW /J

[sukunas-wife]

Can we get a longer fit on meeting Sukuna's dad🥹

I tried 🤍🤍

“No,” he was judging the woman tying the obi on your waist, “No no no, you’re doing this all wrong woman, move..” You wanted to laugh at the situation, especially when she started talking to him in her mother tongue and he answered back just as snappy leaving her speechless.

You smiled looking down, shaking your head, “I didn’t know you knew more than one language Sukuna.” You looked in the mirror, he was focused, face angled down, you could feel his hands moving, the rustling of the fabric was soft. It was a small shop that hadn’t changed much, its traditional sliding shoji doors, the classic wooden and simple decor, the snappy lady at the front desk scribbling away in her book. All the fabric that was on display or folded away in their respective boxes. Oddly enough it felt like you belonged here in this moment, you looked over your shoulder, Sukuna had stepped back looking at you through the mirror, his eyes fell and met your eyes over your shoulder as you smiled at him. There was a faint tug at his lips, “charming.” You broke out into a grin at his single word before he settled your debt much to your dismay and pleasure as soon as you learned how much the fancy fabrics would’ve cost.

He helped you into his car, a classic black Mercedes S-class, it wasn’t his first choice but his mom beat his safety into him, snapping that if he wanted to risk his life in a flattened down Italian sports car or some useless motorbike he would have to buy it himself. When he had saved up the money to buy his motorbike on his own, his father had sat him down, “Ryomen, listen to me. I would never try to control your life, but I will tell you this, your life is not always lived for just you. On your little bike you could risk your life all you want, but think of the day you meet a fine young lady and want to take her out. It takes one rain, one slide, one bad driver to not only hurt you, but someone you care about deeply.” He smacked his boys back with a heavy hand, “Now, save your money, I’ll let you think about your choices a little longer, don’t tell your mother I’m doing this but considering you have worked hard enough to prove your dedication to this dream of yours.” He gave Sukuna the keys to one of the Sedans, “Don’t tell your mother.” He gave Sukuna a serious look, “I’m serious, you know how she gets it.” Sukuna smiled with a nod, “I really appreciate this, I’ll take the time to think over what you said.”

Of course the first thing he did was go see you in his car, the thought always lingered in the back of his head when you awed over his car. Would he ever put your life at risk for one of his dreams?

“You okay?” Your hand covered his fingers that were tapping away on the middle console, he looked over at you before looking at the road, he nodded, “‘m alright.” His hand stilled under yours turning to hold your fingers in his hand. In his head he was thinking of those American cars where the front seat was built as a single row, he would’ve pulled you into his side if he could’ve. “Ready?” You looked up at him with a small smile, “I’m ready.” It was a lie, you were nervous and it only got worse when he pulled into the Shinden-Zukuri.

He sat you in his room throwing his shirt over your face as he changed so you wouldn’t see him. You sat there nervous but with a small smile on your lips wanting to giggle at his little “Give me some privacy pervert.” When he was the one that brought you into his room after you had said you could wait outside his room.

It all played out well, he brought you to the room where his dad could usually be found drinking tea and unwinding after a long day.

When the doors opened and you saw a larger more profound version of Sukuna you froze. He was a handsome man, square jaw, cold calculating eyes, his hair was a paler pink thanks to the greying hairs. He had a bit of scruff, his eyes were a bit paler with age, his brows dropped in judgement, the choko in his hand was minuscule, his robe was partly open exposing more chest, as he sat there. The thought passed through your head, ‘if that’s what Sukuna was born to be, I WILL marry him..’ it took less than 10 seconds for you to grow a little girl crush on his dad, until Sukuna cleared his throat. Signalling you as he said he would, you snapped back to reality bowing and introducing yourself in the most respectful and put together way you could, your inner child was squealing in delight but you were nervous now. You didn’t see the exchanged looks between Sukuna and his father, until the elder let out a rumble of laughter, “Stand up girl, and then sit. You are an interesting character.” Sukuna wanted to laugh, your practice had flown out the window, at least you had remembered enough to not insult his father.

The three of you sat there, “Well then Y/n,” He looked down at you, a smug look on his face, “I must say you must be quite the character to catch this young man’s attention, I’m interested in how you became involved with him, of course that’s a story my wife would like to hear also I’m sure.” Your eyes widened, “I-“ you swallowed as you looked at Sukuna who looked blankly at the table, “It’s an interesting story so I'd love to share with both you and your wife Sukuna-san.” He smiled bigger, “Sukuna-san? I’m sure if my son is presenting to you he must have other intentions so get comfortable, call me Ryomen.” You looked at Sukuna almost in disbelief, “You have the same..?” The elder laughed, “He’s my only son, of course he’d have my name. Branded him the day he was born, that’s my boy and everyone needs to know it.” You smiled at how his dad seemed to be enjoying himself so openly, you were more confused than ever still when Sukuna spoke with a smile and sigh as he nodded, “My father Sukuna Ryomen, The Man of two faces.”

Soon conversation fell into Ryomen Senior telling you stories of how his little Ryo was a destructive boy. Going as far as to send one of the servants to bring a book which made Sukuna sulk and frown slightly. It was a large leather album, the elder opened the book showing you realistic hand painted pictures and photos of Sukuna as a child, more often than not with bandaids and scrapes, “His mother never liked to put her hands on him, so she found another form of discipline. He loathed standing still considering he was an active child. So when he would cause trouble or get himself hurt with his actions, even getting into fights. She would bring him home, stand him right outside in the garden and have someone come and paint his picture forcing him to stand there scowling for hours.” You were flipping through the book Aawwing and cooing, his father watched proud when you’d ask about certain pictures that had no caption. His answers were lively and entertaining, voice getting louder when he’d begin his stories leaving Sukuna slightly embarrassed at his past. “Look at that boy, embarrassed, it just means it worked to break his bad habits.” He laughed and quickly stopped when he heard the door behind him open. He sat up cleaning his throat. “Oh? We have a guest?” Your eyes moved up the lady's beautiful kimono, she was more filled out in a beautiful manner, her hair was long and dark, her eyes a vibrant red. She was beautiful, you looked at his father thinking in the war of genes he proved to be dominant. “Mom.” Sukuna locked eyes with her as he moved to sit by her husband who was now sitting in a more appropriate manner pulling his robes a little tiger, “This is L/n Y/n.” She looked away from him, staring at you intently, you locked eyes with her you almost felt vulnerable under her stare until she closed her eyes with a soft smile, “It is very nice to me the young lady that has my son huffing at his phone when he gets no messages.” You broke into a grin turning to look at Sukuna who was giving his mom a look and you started to laugh, “Here I thought you didn’t like when I bothered you so much.” “I-“ hsi mom cut him off, “I’ll tell you a story, there was a week during the summer when we left for Kyoto. That poor boy was constantly laid over the table or floor just staring at his phone tapping it off and on to see if anything happened. He even persisted in checking to make sure we had paid for cell service many times. I had become worried he became involved with drugs or something worse until I peeked over his shoulder one day and saw he was continuously refreshing a conversation with a girl” she gave you a look of disbelief, “a girl! Do you know how much disbelief I was in to see my little Ryo was talking to a girl and more importantly patiently waiting for a message? I was astounded, I tried to see a name or picture but he locked his phone, sighed and laid his he’d on the table and scared me, with his little ‘I know you're looking. It wa just something I couldn’t believe, so I knew he either had to bring someone home, or he was just going to leave one day in the middle of the night and I’d have to track him and his little loose woman down and beat the sense into the both of them before dragging him home weather he liked it or not.” Your smile was there but the blank look in your eyes was fear, “ah, I understand entirely, my father is the same way.” She smiled again, “Well, I’m glad you’re the former and not the latter, you seem like a very lovely girl y/n. You can call me Akira, there are too many Sukuna’s here as it is.”

She turned to look at her husband who had an elbow propped on the table, chin resting on his fist while he stared at her, there was a small smug smile on his face, his eyes were lidded, that’s the same look you’d caught on your Sukuna’s face on occasion. You turned to look at him. He was making a face at his parents when his mom brought her hand to hold his dads face. That face was the same face one of your friends had made when the both of you had unintentionally recreated the scene once. You smiled nudging his hand under the table was yours, he looked at you with that same face before he shook his head, his fingers slowly taking yours in a soft hold, his thumb ran over your knuckles and you did your nest to squeeze your hands, oblivious to the way his dad’s eye brows rose motioning to the both of you with his eyes, his wife turned her head slightly. The serene smile on your face was rare for a lady to have around her son considering how much of a brute or cold he could be, what pulled their attention more was the soft look in their son's eyes matching the small smile pulling at his lips. They looked at each other, the silent conversation between the two in an exchange of looks and small head tilts, until his mother let out a hushed laugh. Your both turned to her becoming flustered when you had seen both of his parents were staring at the both of you, “oh-I’m sorry-“ you were about to apologise for falling silent until she waved you off mid sentence, “It’s alright, but my husband here was telling me before I walked in you were going to share the story of how the two you became involved.”

You looked at Sukuna with a grin, “It’s simple really, It was our last year of junior high and during the end of the school year festival, some of the students were running booths to raise money for a school trip before we were let out for break. My friend's father runs a small pet store so we set up a goldfish toss, and everything was going great, kids, adults, couples, everyone loved being able to win a prize to take home.” You sighed, eyes looking away “Then came Satoru Gojo. He's not troubled, just spoiled in my opinion. My dad says the same, he says no one corrected that boy or put hands on him when he was growing up and it shows.” Sukuna’s dad chuckled, “I agree.” You smiled at him, “Well he came along with his friends, his friends were polite when they took their turns, but Gojo,” you made a face staring down at the table, and empty cup, “He kept leaning over the counter and I kept telling him to lean back because it was literally a flimsy folding table, and he didn’t listen and kept leaning further trying to score a fish bowl to take one home but he’s as coordinated as a bat in broad daylight. Just as my friend signalled a teacher the table flipped he tumbled over and knocked into me, we both fell into the table where the fish bowls were and everything came crashing down,” his mother gave a sympathetic look and his father was looking at him pick pick at his nails, “My friend and I rushed to find a decent broken bowl and try to get as many fish as we could back into the water Gojo and his friends ran off when the teacher didn’t do anything because he’s SaToRu GoJo” you shook your head in a sassy way, “It was Terrible and my dads a modest man so I kinda grew up wearing longer skirts and it was a struggle trying to not get wet and save fish and my friend turned to me “Maybe we should just leave them? It might not be too bad?” I wanted to cry because I don’t like the thought of someone or something losing its life as the consequence of some idiots actions, then came Sukuna jumping over the table mumbling something and picking up gold fish left and right throwing them into the bowl we managed to find and I was so grateful, I offered him any of the prizes or fish prizes ended up taking all 13 fish and paid as if he played 13 times even though I persisted it was enough that he had helped but he walked off fish in hand. Just waving me off.” You missed the way his parents shared a look, “Since our booth was broken we just cleaned up and went off to enjoy the rest of the festival. Until the end of the day when I had to take the folding table back to the teachers who had let us use it. I came across Gojo and Sukuna in a standoff in the shoe locker room and I turned a deaf ear to convo after some things were said I kept walking after seeing Sukuna land a punch right on Gojo’s face, I was satisfied seeing it happen and told myself “I won't say anything, that priss deserves what he got.” I turned in the table and made my way out of School just to see Sukuna walking down the school path and I screamed “Hey!” I didn’t know his name, he was kinda scary, and he just stopped. It’s funny because I could physically see him sigh before he half turned to look back, and asked “WHat” kinda intimidating but I managed to catch up and thank him for his help and he just shrugged, and we kinda walked- no I walked you followed me.” Sukuna cut you off, “fine fine he walked and I followed him to the bus stop and we waited for the last bus in silence, I asked what he was gonna do with thirteen goldfish, he stayed quiet, then the bus came. I got on first and he didn’t, I turned around to ask him and he had a stupid smirk on his face, “I’m gonna feed them to the Koi.” The bus door closed, I felt my face drop, and he just started laughing. Anyways, after that, I kinda just kept pestering him, saying hi and trying to talk to him after that day to the point he just accepted I wasn’t leaving him alone. Now that I think about it, he never actually asked me to be his significant other, it just kinda fell into place.”

You finally looked up at his parents, they were nodding, his mom staring at you with a soft smile, his dad more curious “So, how hard did you punch him?” He turned to his son who cracked a smile. “He had a bruise for the next week and a half.” His dad laughed, clapping his hands, stopping and clearing his throat when his wife gave him a look. “Ryo, I’ll leave you to talk to your boy, Y/n will you accompany me?” She stood and you rushed to stand, “I will.” You looked at Sukuna who rolled his eyes letting his head fall to the side with a lopsided smile, before he locked eyes with you, you could almost hear him say “go, you’ll be alright.” So you went, following his mother out onto the engawa into the cool air. You both walked in silence as the crickets and frogs started their symphony. You looked over the garden, zen ponds, zen gardens, lush greenery and plants. You stepped down following her through the zen garden to a red bridge. There were three Islands in the large pond connected by bridges, “My Sukuna…” She trailed off, “He has strong character and a difficult heart, he’s complex in ways no one is able to understand, a bundle of twine no one has found the patience to untangle. Somehow you managed to find a single end and pull it free to see he’s not the bundle of twine, but a gold thread.” You were nodding along, not entirely sure until you made it to one of the islands. “We have a koi pond, but this isn’t it. Take a look.” In your head as you knelt to look closer your brain screamed, ‘She’s gonna PUSH US IN AND KILL US.’ Still you looked at your reflection, it was hard to see without the sun's light, so you pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight. Looking harder until you saw the flash of colour. “I thought it wasn’t a koi pond?” You asked and she hummed, “It’s not.” You watched as she knelt beside you, she pulled a sleeve up moving her hand into the water and you watched as a light lit up, the bundle of Gold moving in the water caught you by surprise, “Those are-“ she cut you off, “The goldfish he brought home that day. He didn’t tell us where he got them from, or why, he only showed up and asked if he could use the empty pond. Of course we allowed it, it was interesting to watch him empty the fish into the pond, watching him struggle to find a decent food, putting lights into the pond and planting this tree to keep the birds from so easily diving into the water to snatch them up. They’re the original thirteen you know, the others he freely released into the bigger pond.”

You looked up at his mother with a soft smile, she smiled at you, the crinkles by her eyes made it genuine. “GET OFF OF ME OLD MAN!” You heard the struggle behind you and you both turned back to look, there was the elder Ryomen hugging his son in a bone crushing hug, the younger trying to escape, “Let! Me! Go!” You watched as he squirmed with every word until you heard “Alright squirt.” Your Sukuna tumbled unto the water while his dad stood taller, arms crossed over his chest with a burly laugh. You watched as Sukuna sat up in the water, dripping sleeve smacking him in the face as he tried to push his hair back. You laughed with his mom as you both approached. She moved to her husband's side, smacking his chest and scolding him. They watched how you kicked off your shoes getting ankle deep in the water to help Sukuna stand despite his protests and telling you to stay out of the water. How you took his face in one hand pulling him closer when he leaned unto your hand, taking the handkerchief tucked between your body and obi before gently wiping his face, “Ryomen Sukuna you are one of the most complex men I’ve ever met.” A grin grew on his face as his hands came up to grab your wrists, “You love it.”

“RYOMEN.” You flinched at Sukuna’s dads voice, Sukuna tensed up and smiled at you, “You got me into a lot of trouble you know.” You tilted your head, “Yeah?” He leaned in close whispering, “he got onto my ass about never asking you to actually be mine.” You smiled and laughed, “So will you?” You hummed, the smile on your face made your eyes squinty, “I dunno, not to sure I wanna be Y/n Sukuna.” He gave you a look and you closed your eyes shaking your head with a smile, “You’re such a brat.” You pulled him closer and kissed his cheek, “You love it, but yes, I will.”

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What ethnicities/nationalities I think the lads boys are:

Xavier: If he wasn’t from Philos he’d be Wasian (only way to explain the blue eyes) specifically Millennial (considering it takes place in the future) Chinese + Japanese mom and Millennial weeb dad who met in college. If he hadn’t been named Xavier he would have been named after Harry Potter or an anime or sm

Sylus: Asian-Italian

Zayne: Fully a stereotypical Asian but specifically Korean + Chinese

Caleb: American. Maybe some small percentage of Chinese bc of the game’s setting but my bro is fully Americanized. His birth parents were probably from New York or Boston or smth. He gives East Coast vibes. He grew up Jewish too

Rafayel: Ik he’s a lemurian but he gives French and Greek vibes maybe even some Danish in there but I feel like the waters he lived in the most were Greek waters. He ended up in China because he was seeking inspiration from the lunar new years festivals for his art and ended up finding MC so he settled in and made a name for himself there.