#but I just wanted to make the quick video

[sheaabuttaababyy]

Mood swings - RR

Pairing: Roman x Kimora

Short Fluff

The sounds of buzzing filled the room as Joe sat in a chair at the barber shop. His barber Larry was cutting his hair as he received a message from his wife.

Wifey💍💗: Babe when you coming home? You’ve been gone for so long.

Joe bear ❤️🐻: sweetheart It hasn’t even been an hour😂

Wifey💍💗: I don’t care you’ve been gone too long. I miss you.

He sighed going to her contact. "Hey man. Do you mind if I call my wife? I just need to checkup on her"

"Nah go ahead man, it’s no problem" Larry waved off before continuing to trim Joes hair.

FaceTiming her it rung twice, before seeing her gorgeous face pop up.

"Hey baby. You okay?" He asked seeing a slight frown on her face.

"No. I miss you can you come home please"

"Ki I’ve only been gone 35 minutes" he laughed, But Kimora didn’t find shit funny. She just wanted him home.

"I knoww but I just want you to hold me and rub my stomach"

He heard her voice crack making his heart ache. "Okay baby I’ll be home in 25 minutes. Okay?"

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise. I love you I’ll see you soon"

"Love you too. 25 minutes Joe." She pointed her finger at him through the screen before hanging up.

Larry let out a whistle making Joe look at him. "Damn bro. She has you wrapped around her finger."

Joe smiled at his words nodding his head. "She really does, and I’m not even mad about it."

At home Kimora laid in her and Joe’s bed naked, Watching The game. A bowl of cut up pickles and hot sauce sitting on her 8 and half month belly.

"Derwin foul as fuck for that" she spoke to herself seeing Derwin cheating on Melanie.

She heard the bedroom door open, seeing Joe walk in looking fine as fuck in his black hoodie and matching shorts, with a bag in his hand.

"Hey baby" Placing the bag down by the bed he took off his hoodie, and shirt leaving him shirtless.

Lifting the covers up he got into the bed. Once he got comfortable he tried to pull Kimora into him but she pushed his hands away. Leaving him confused.

Scooting up to her side he tried placing a kiss on her cheek but she swerved it. Leaning back he sighed burning a hole into the side of her head. Kimora just staring at the TV.

"What did I do now?"Joe was used to this already. He had to deal with it everyday, since she got pregnant.

"You said 25 minutes…it’s been 40" ki crossed her arms finally turning her head to look at her husband, who was smiling.

"That’s why your mad? Kimora if you don’t scoot your ass over here and cuddle with me."

"No you lied. I don’t want wanna lay up with a liar." She crossed her arms scooting away from him.

Joe laughed at her dramatics "Alright. I guess I’ll just go to the living room and watch Tv by myself"

Kimora’s head whipped to him real quick at his words. Yeah she was annoyed yeah, and being overly dramatic. But she didn’t want him to go.

he got out the bed, grabbing the plastic bag that had all of Kimora’s favourite snacks. Also the reason why he took longer than 25 minutes.

"Here" he placed the bag on the bed giving her forehead and swollen stomach a kiss.

Taking a peek Ki saw all of her favourite foods. She started to feel guilty for being rude, as she realized that’s the reason why he took so long.

Grabbing his iPad and glasses, Joe left the room. Leaving Kimora in her thoughts.

Tears built up in her eyes as she grabbed the chips from the bag. Sniffling she opened it before stuffing her mouth with Doritos.

She ate some more silently as tears ran down her face. Licking her fingers clean she got up slowly going to washroom, washing her hands.

Grabbing her brown silk robe she put it on making her way to the living room where Joe was.

Going into the living room she saw him watching a YouTube video on his iPad with his glasses on.

Standing at the end of the couch she watched him, feeling sad again. How could she be so rude to him? He was just a giant, tatted, loving teddy bear.

Looking up from the screen he sent her a smile. Seeing the pout on her face he turned off the device, placing it beside him. Opening up his arms he gestured his wife over to him.

She went over to him laying sideways in his lap. She took a deep breath before bursting out crying. Making Joe rock her back and forth.

"I’m sorry I was so mean to you. You’ve been such a good husband. And all I do is have an attitude."

Joe let out a laugh as she spoke. "Baby. Baby it’s okay" he rubbed his hand up and down her back as little sniffles left her body.

"It’s not okay. Your so good to me and you have to deal with me. I’m sorry if I’m too much for you"

"Let me stop you right there. Your not too much for me to handle. Your carrying our child Kimora. That’s a beautiful thing and I’ve been through every moment of it. Your my wife, and I love you and I’ll continue to be here and take every step of the way with you. We’re in this together."

"Awhh Joe" she leaned in kissing his lips softly which he happily returned. "I love you so much" she spoke against his lips.

They both pulled away smiling as Joe placed one last peck on her lips. "You wanna go back in bed and cuddle?"

"Yes please I wanna be in your skin" getting off Joe’s lap with his help. Slowly she waddled to the stairs with her hand on her belly. Joe following her watching her in awe.

The two were in bed Joe in his boxers as Kimora was fully nude. Since she got pregnant, wearing clothes really irritated for some reason. So when she was at home. In her safe place she would always sleep and walk around naked.

Her right leg was across his torso, her head resting on his chest

"What about Alex?" Joe questioned as he kneaded Kimora’s ass with his right hand as his left was caressing her stomach. They were currently talking about baby names.

"Alex is so basic. No."

"Jaxon?"

"Mmm…no" Damn she’s picky Joe thought.

"What about…Josiah?"

"Josiah…Josiah" Kimora tested the name on her tongue, before a smile broke on her face. "I love it."

"Yeah?" Joe leaned down kissing her forehead. "Yeah. I think that should be baby boys name"

Joe felt a movement on his hand. Looking down at his wife’s stomach he saw an outline of little foot, pressed up her stomach.

He saw the little feet kick again. Feeling their baby kick the area of Joe’s hand that was resting on Kimora’s belly.

"Oh wow. I think he really liked that name." Joe had a goofy smile on his as he scooted down so his head was leaning against Ki’s swollen belly.

He started talking to their baby through her stomach. "Im gonna love and protect you, I can’t wait for you to meet mommy and daddy" Joe spoke kissing and caressing her tummy.

A big smile was on Kimora’s face listening to her husband continue to talk to their child, her heart feeling warm and full.

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[zanarkandss]

the perks of having a teleslate

phainon/reader: 656 words; established relationship; mentions of rough sex; phainon is whipped but also very down to ruin you; gn reader; nsfw (minors dni)

part of the reason i wrote this was bc i kept making jokes about how the hell they were gonna deal w phones in ancient greece. well turns out they did and also gave a guy a gun. so what do i know.

Phainon’s wallpaper is you. You’re pretty sure he had you as his teleslate screen before you got together - ‘It’s what best friends do!’ he’d told you, grin plastered on his face. He even rotates the image out on a weekly basis, wanting to make sure he captures every moment of your life. 

It’s a sweet sentiment, really. You’re just…slightly concerned for his storage space. Surely it’s getting full by now? You’ll ask to go through his phone and he’ll hand you his teleslate no questions asked, and you can’t help but put your head in your hands at how many photos he’s got of you. Some of these, you have no idea when he’s managed to take them, or how he’s managed to convince your friends to send him photos of you when you’re not with him.

(‘What did you bribe them with?’ 

‘Who?’ You glare at him. ‘Ahem. Aglaea gets to go through my wardrobe and sort through it. She said she’d keep what you bought me, though, and said it was a blessing you had—‘ 

‘No more, please. I can't fault her for that.’)

Oh, and Titan’s forbid you try to delete any. He’d swiftly pull the device up and away out of reach, using his height against you. Only when you provide him with the number of kisses he wants (a lot) will he let you go through them again. If you want to delete them, he’ll allow you, though, not without going on about what the photo means to him. Losing to him is an inevitability; you end up way too flustered to let him continue to harp on about how much he loved you in this single moment. That he can do that for each of the photos he has is…a bit too much for your heart.

Well, at least he has the other ones of you hidden. They’re behind another app, something benign that no one would go on. And even then there’s a passcode. He’d whined about wanting to get some photos of the two of you having sex so that he could have something to use while he was away from you. 

You found it hard to say no. After all, he’s so earnest, and a hero to boot. Who else could reward him with something like this? 

Now, whenever he feels it right, he’ll take a photo. Maybe a quick video too, if he’s daring, though he’d much rather tend to you. These photos you don’t really realise he takes at that moment. You tend to be too fucked out, malleable to his whims as he grips your cheeks with one hand to get you to look into the camera, eyes bleary and body covered with bites. There are others as well. Some, where your face is pressed into the pillows and he pushes you down so hard you can see the veins in his arms. Others, where he’s got you laying on his chest, too tired to sit up to ride him properly, make-up streaked down your face. They’re always followed up with pictures where he’ll be stroking your hair, gentle, placating, as if he didn’t put you in this situation in the first place. 

Not that you’ve got room to complain. He tends to you well. Maybe you’re more annoyed at the fact he calls it ‘making love’ like some young pining maiden instead of a man who can fold you in half and ruin you until morning comes, only stopping because he has duties to attend to instead of being left drained of all energy.  

Still, you love him. And he loves you too. You’re the only one he’d ever dream of being with like this, the one he wants to see the future of Amphoreus with. And if anything comes between him and that dream? Well, he’s enough strength to protect your honour. He is not a Chrysos Heir for nothing, after all.

© 2025 zanarkandss; do not plagirise, translate, or repost my works elsewhere.

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lover is a day. na jaemin

ex!jaemin x fem!reader

in which jaemin tries his best to make it up to you after months of being apart.

cw: smut ofc... mdni! riding, missionary, he cries while he's inside, p in v (it's not mentioned but they use protection), hurt no comfort :/, angst, the ending isn't happy beware... (wc: 2.8k)

It had been two months and three weeks since Jaemin had seen you, and it felt like he was going insane. Admittedly, it was his fault, considering he was the one who invited you over one night to randomly break up with you after a year and a half together. He wasn’t sure why he did it, all he knew now was how badly he regretted it.

Jaemin was unaware of how boring life would be without the long rants about your favorite show, the lazy naps you’d take together cuddled up, the homemade meals that he tried desperately to recreate in hopes of reigniting past memories – he painfully realized that they didn’t taste the same without you. 

The intention behind his actions was never to cut you out of his life completely, he just felt suffocated at times. You were affectionate, which was an attribute he was once obsessed with; you never failed to make him feel loved, yet it eventually became too much, making him feel as though he was trapped. 

Jaemin could recall the night it happened. He had been at his university’s library, trying to study for an upcoming quiz and it proved difficult when his phone kept buzzing with new messages. He was frustrated, to say the least, when the people around him began to share judging side-looks at the noise. After two more annoyingly loud notifications, a stupid video of a pair of cats hugging with an accompanying ‘us’, he was done. Aggressively stuffing his textbooks back into his bag, he typed out a message asking you to come over before entering his car and speeding to his apartment. 

When he first opened the door for you, you were sporting a smile, immediately throwing your bag on the couch to rush in for a hug. He didn’t reciprocate when you wrapped your arms around him, and after an awkward sequence of pulling away and looking up at him, you noticed the unfamiliar scowl on his face. “What’s wrong?” You immediately asked, stepping closer to place your hands on his face. The action set him off, and before he knew it, he was ripping your hands off of him, whispering the words under his breath yet loud enough for you to hear. I think we should take a break. 

The guilt came almost instantly, seeing you shakily cry as you wiped tears off, reluctantly stepping away from him and leaning over the couch to grab your bag. You never said a word, simply nodding and shuffling to the door to leave. As Jaemin remembers that night, he wishes you would have said something. He wishes you would have yelled at him, acknowledged the fact that he just wanted a break – nothing permanent, begged him to take his words back, anything, yet you did nothing. 

It only took ten minutes for the realization that you were gone to kick in, and his regret to activate as well. He was quick to find his phone, trying to call you and make you come back, so he could apologize and you could be happy together again, yet you didn’t answer his calls. He tried to reach out to you everywhere he could, texting you on every app, calling you on other people’s phones once the paranoia that you might’ve blocked him blossomed, yet all he was met with was radio silence. That was when his depression kicked in.

Jaemin wasn’t eating well, he wasn’t sleeping well, he began to skip out on the gym, and eventually even missed his lectures that he once stressed about eagerly. He didn’t have the motivation to do anything, not when you were out of his life and there was nothing he could do to fix it. Every night, he’d open his phone and scroll past the countless unanswered messages he had sent you begging you to come back, until he’d reach the video of the cats you sent him. He’d embarrassingly watch it on repeat all night, silently crying into his pillow as he realized he could’ve been hugging you like the cats were right now, instead of basking in the loneliness of his cold, messy bed. 

He hadn’t fucked anyone since you – he’s not fully sure he’d be able to even if he tried. Every night, he’d lay in bed with his hand lazily stroking himself, his eyes emotionlessly staring at his ceiling as he tried to feel something, yet it never happened. The only times he was able to cum was when he’d reopen his folder of pictures you had sent him when you were together. After a month, it began to feel creepy so he stopped. He didn’t dare erase the photos though, afraid he’d forget how you looked after a while, so he hid the folder instead. 

It was a rainy day when Jaemin decided to go out again for the first time in a while. The sky was gloomy and grey as his feet led him towards the closest local cafe. His plan of ordering a scone alongside a coffee to take home quickly deteriorated when he stepped into the room, his eyes immediately landing on you. You were alone in a booth, typing something quickly on your laptop while taking a sip of a drink. Jaemin’s heart clenched at the noticeable tired look in your eyes. You looked as miserable as him, probably even worse considering he broke up with you. 

You looked sad, and before he could even think about it, Jaemin rushed up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. He didn’t like the way your expression shifted to panic when you looked up at him, nor did he like the way you lightly shook with nerves as you let out a tiny hi. He felt bad, knowing this was the first time you had ever regarded him with such hesitance. It was your pained expression that reminded him that he was the bad guy in your story, and it made him regret ever even thinking of ending things.

“Hey… It’s been a while.” You awkwardly nodded at his words, avoiding eye contact. Truth be told, you were far from moving on, a part of you shocked because you never thought you’d see him again. You were embarrassed about the ordeal, remembering how annoyed he looked during the last hug you had given him. It made you want to cry when his harsh words would spiral in your head, looping over for hours. You weren’t ready to see him, you didn’t think you’d ever be. This didn’t stop Jaemin from taking the seat in front of you, staring at you intensely with pleading eyes. “Can… Can we talk?” You didn’t want to, but it was hard to decline when he was already leaning over the table, his hands twitching with a desire to reach out and hold yours. 

You nodded your head, appeasing to his request just how you did when he mentioned the break. He breathed out loudly when you agreed, his body flooding with butterflies – this was his chance to apologize and convince you to take him back, and he would rather die than mess it up. 

“How have you been?” He treaded lightly at first, offering small talk to ease you into the conversation but the efforts had the opposite effect as they made you feel more nervous than before. You opted for a small fine, before asking him the same question. Jaemin mirrored your response, neither of you acknowledging the irony behind the answer - the both of you were far from fine. 

“I’m not sure where to start, but I miss you, N/n. So, so much. I… I don’t know if you’ve been getting my messages?” He stopped for a second to gouge your reaction, yet you didn’t respond, looking down at your lap instead with a frown, “I get it. I was really mean, but… But I’m so sorry. I regret it so much, and I want to make it up to you. I really haven’t been the same without you.” You continued to look at your lap, dissociating for a second as you tried your hardest to hold in the tears slowly forming. It was a battle you lost as they began to flow down your cheeks. Jaemin’s heart dropped when you finally looked back up, your eyes swelling up. 

He moved his hands quickly to hold your face, placing his upper body over the table to stabilize himself before he wiped your tears away desperately. You shouldn’t have, but you let him, even leaning into his touch when his movements grew stronger.

The next hour passed in a blur as he moved next to you, letting you cry into his arms for as long as you needed to, walking you back to your apartment when you realized the small cafe wasn’t the place to break down in. You're not sure if it was your loneliness, or the fact that you hadn’t slept with anyone else either, yet you found it easy to melt in his hold as he led you to your bed, placing you down gently.

Jaemin knew this was probably his last chance to convince you to come back with him, yet the hope fluttering in his heart quickly overshined the fear of losing you for good. He let himself drift away from his conflicted emotions as he passionately kissed down your neck, dragging his hand towards the hem of your shirt until he was able to pull it right off. 

You gasped as he lowered himself onto your body, kissing and sucking anywhere he could. It had been so long, and he refused to let any doubt cloud either of your minds. He became determined, deciding the only way he could show you how much he missed you was to fuck you senseless. 

“Need you so bad, baby. I… fuck, I really missed you.” His warm words contrasted the way he moved you around roughly, stripping your clothes off quickly along his as his hands found your waist, pulling your bare body on top of his. 

Jaemin’s back was pushed against the headboard, strands of hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead as he pulled you into a heated kiss on his lap. You reciprocated, smaller hands finding the way to his shoulders, scratching them harshly as he finally pushed into you completely. His moves were calculated yet eager, thrusting into you like his life depended on it – in a way, it did. He knew that if he messed up and ruined the moment, you’d probably decide to avoid him again. 

The thought began to plague him as he ran a hand up your waist, holding you in place as it moved towards the small of your back. He put pressure on your skin, pushing you as close as you could be to him, which made you shift. Jaemin’s mouth opened widely as a moan escaped him due to the added friction when you moved on top of him. 

The familiar feeling of his climax began to flood his mind as he continued to buck his hips into you, pushing his hard cock sloppily inside of your cunt, forcing your back to arch into him. He was so close, too close, when his mind began to run, replacing all of his worries with the overwhelming love he felt at the moment – he finally had his soulmate back.

Perking up, Jaemin leaned into your neck, offering small words of affection alongside his deep thrusts. “I’m so happy you’re back, I haven’t been able to do this without you.” You leaned away from him, nodding your head, “Me neither… I…” You struggled to speak as his pace grew harder, clenching around him in a way that had his mind reeling, “I… Wish this wasn’t the last time.” Jaemin’s hips faltered, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he came to a stop. “W-what?” 

You frowned at the way his actions stilled, trying to initiate contact by grinding against him yet failing as his large hands moved back onto your hips, pulling you down onto him to stop you completely as well. “Jaemin, what are you doing-” “What do you mean last time?” His voice was frantic, along with his wide eyes that were trying to find yours. 

“Why did you stop-” “Y/n, please… What do you mean by last time?” The panic in his voice grew as he moved his face in an attempt to get closer to you. His feelings began to spread to you as you pushed yourself away from him, trying to further the distance. “I just… Well, you broke up with me so… We can’t do this again, you know?” You tried to appear calm and collected, yet the grip he had on your hips increased, and his breath grew uneven. 

When you finally gained the courage to look back at him, his head was shaking, small tears swelling in his eyes as he mindlessly sniffled. There was a flip in the atmosphere as he began to cry out, “Y/n… Baby please, you can’t do this. I-I love you… This can’t be the last time.” He was disheveled, holding your body as close as he could. Your arms that rested on his shoulders hesitantly moved until you weren’t touching him anymore. You weren’t hugging him back. The choked sobs he let out festered in the air as he held you tightly, your arms unsure of where to go. It felt like hell for Jaemin – maybe he was being punished for what he did to you, the ironic scene reminding him of when he refused to return your affection, taking it for granted and not realizing that he would be deprived of it for too long. 

“I thought you knew we… We weren’t going to get back together.” Your quiet words did nothing but tear his heart more, the finality in your tone feeling like a punch to his gut. It wasn’t until you began to shift uncomfortably that he noticed he was still inside of you, his hands not letting you go.

“I can show you, baby… I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” Jaemin begged you to consider what he was saying, an anxious pit in his stomach forming when you didn’t respond. It was then that he finally moved again, this time gently as he shifted the both of you around until you were under him. 

You hummed lightly in surprise as his hips met yours again, his rough pace now completely replaced by softer movements when he leaned down into you, his face hovering right above yours, eyes drilling into your own. His lips met yours, passionate yet caring as his cock pushed in and out of you slowly. It was hard to act like you couldn’t hear the small I love you’s he muttered beneath his breath with every snap of his hips. One arm being used to balance on top of you, his other moved to your face, cupping your cheek.

The way he fucked you tenderly reminded you of when he’d come home from a long lecture, releasing his stress by making love to you. It was intimate, something you had forgotten about during the months you were apart. You tried to ignore the way tears rolled down his cheeks, mixing with your own. You tried to ignore the way he held you closely as you both came. The hardest part to ignore was after, when he moved to lay next to you on the large mattress, holding you close how he used to when you were together. You missed it as much as he did, yet the weariness never faded as he cuddled into you, refusing to leave until you both fell asleep. 

Jaemin felt his world collapsing when he woke up to an empty bed, the lack of your warmth imminent. Your room was silent, the small chirps of a bird outside of the window providing the only noise he could hear as he stood up frantically, searching for you. You weren’t there, though, as he fell back into your bed, tears overwhelming him again. 

With labored steps, it took Jaemin an hour to find the effort to finally get up and leave your apartment. He took the familiar key from under your doormat, locking the door behind him. His movements were sluggish, similar to how he had felt ever since you slipped away from him the first time. 

It wasn’t until he finally reached his own home that he let himself go, tears falling rapidly as he threw himself onto his own bed, clutching the pillow on the right side of the mattress – what used to be your side. He had refused to even touch the pillow before, fearing the comforting scent of your perfume would disappear, yet now he couldn’t hold himself back, clutching the fabric in his arms as he tried his best to imagine it was you he was caressing. The pillow laid flat against him, resembling the way your arms draped next to you when he hugged you close for the last time, unreciprocated and cold.  

a/n: if any of you have read my other stories you’ll think i’m real repetitive bc i’ve overdoneeee the hell out of this trope it’s getting out of hand… that being said i might make a part 2 with a happy ending if the people ask for it :3

[trinityobsessesovatings]

DOMESTICITY~! {ARCANE HEADCANONS}

ARCANE CHARACTERS IN A DOMESTIC SETTING!

characters included; Caitlyn, Vi, and Mel

WARNINGS: me being a slut for domestic shit, lowercase, cursing, maybe miniscule punctuation usage, slightly suggestive (?), slight angst at some parts (?), LONG AF, and me just gushing for domesticity

hello! hello! i’ve been gone for a WHILE, i for the longest time have been wanting to write but two of my buttons on my laptop keyboard had broke 🥲 BUT i finally got my bluetooth keyboard came in and now i'm back!!! might be very long because i’m weak for these kinds of concepts! some might be longer than others. 

WOW WOW WOW WOW this one is a bit A LOT longer than my last one!

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!: for those who don’t know all of my writings, if a “reader” is involved they are most definitely female/have female anatomy! 💛

enjoy! 🥰

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caitlyn

LOVES HER LITTLE FAMILY DOWN!!

in the sheriff position

so she’s VERY BUSY but will always try and make time for her little family 🥰

DEFINITELY has twins!!

a boy and girl set to be more specific

her girl is definitely named cassandra in honor of her mother

i think her son would be named something fancy as well; callum? caspian? shit maybe even charlie! 🤷🏾‍♀️

i very much headcanon that the reproductive health care and science is VERY advanced in arcane universe

advanced hexstrap 🥴

so your kids are literally half of you and half of her

DOES NOT BELIEVE IN PUTTING YOUR CHILD IN FRONT OF A TABLET

that and it drives her crazy hearing ms. rachel repeatedly (speaking from someone who has a younger cousin who crashes tf out if ms. rachel is off) 

she tried it for a little bit after getting the suggestion from both vi and jayce

but it's a definite NO in her book

NEOW it’s not like she won’t ever let her kids use the tablet to watch kids channels and videos

she DOES they just have schedule and SHE IS AN ACTUAL PARENT WHO MONITORS ELECTRONIC TIME

her kids WILL not be exposed to shit they aren’t ready for

some of her favorite moments with her family is the days she's off work and she lets the twins help her with baking sweets

kids are covered in flour

giggles galore

you’re watching on with a fond smile

everyone helping decorate the sweet treats

just domestic bliss out the ass

now for some serious stuff…

y'all know how I said her daughter would be named cassandra…

YUH in the beginning she DEFINITELY had a problem with ✨favoritism✨ 

caspian (we gonna go ahead and name baby boy caspian) was for sure feeling left out at times a bit of a velcro baby with you because of it

you confront cait about and she genuinely didn't know she was doing it

fixed that shit real quick it took a bit of time rebuild caspian’s trust but after a little while and a lot of work everyone like this🤞🏾fr

I would say caitlyn is authoritative parent honestly

just the right amount of nurturing, responsive, and supportive but she knows where to draw the line and set them boundaries

like yeah she wants her kids to have structure… but she also wants them to have independence

VERY COMFORTABLE IN SAYING “No”

is a supporter of having kids sit at the table and write "I will ___" "I won't do ___" 100x and if she's really mad front and back TWICE

PLEASE TELL Y'ALL KNOW WHAT PUNISHMENT I'M TALKING ABOUT 😭

also very open to hearing her kids side of things

but you know… she has clear rules and expectations for her twins

vi

now would y’all hate me for saying after years of being a reasonable crash out… she would prefer to be a stay at home mom 🫣

like i can’t get out of my head how i just want this girl happy and thriving

SO FOR ME JINX AINT DEAD!!! WHYYYYY BECAUSE THIS IS MY WORK! NOW!

i feel vi would have boys for sure, triples specifically; khai (oldest), elio (middle), and ballar (youngest) ALL IDENTICAL TOO

not even gonna front with y'all… deadass would have trouble telling her boys apart at times

vi would be in the middle of lecturing who she thinks is elio but the entire time she's been lecturing poor khai who’s been minding his business the whole

elio is off to the side confused because vi keeps calling his brother…him??

khai is looking at vi like she’s insane and has lost her mine orange slice frozen in air as he was snacking on his fruit

then ballar who is so used to vi calling them the wrong names is like: “mama, that’s khai.” 😕

it was even worse when you insisted on dressing the three of them up in identical outfits for the first few months of their lives

she had to put a stop to that because really thought she was going insane

would also lowkey feel like she’s a bad parent because she couldn’t tell the difference between her boys

literally in awe with how you’re able to tell them apart

as they got older though and started developing their own personalities and styles it became a lot easier

a big believer in ms. rachel… LOVES MS. RACHEL DOWN

ms. rachel is her girl ON JANNA SHE IS

when she's behind on chores, sits her boys in the playpen in front of the tv and turns on ms. rachel to get housework done

some of her favorite moments is cooking and having dinner with her family 

isha and jinx are invited OF COURSE

i headcanon vi as a damn good cook SHE CAN’T BAKE but she can cook

teaching her kids how to chop veggies with those child friendly knife that can actually cut food but won’t injure the child

teaching her kids recipes

i have this small little headcanon that vi writes down recipes so she can hand them down to her children 🥹

now for some serious stuff…

now we know our girl vi is a retired crashout so she has a temper

NOW I'M NOT SAYING SHES LAYING HANDS ON HER KIDS❗❗

but there are moments where she hits them with classic;

“because i said so!”

“i’m the adult and you’re the child!”

or plain out just yelling out of frustration and anger

she always feels EXTREMELY guilty afterwards 

but after sitting down with her and talking with her she always comes back and doing so much better with controlling her emotions

when the triples were babies she was FOR SURE had an attachment style of parenting;

the boys sleeping in cots in that same room as you guys

always having them near her

skin to skin bonding as soon as they were born

as soon as SIDs aren't an issue the boys are in the bed with you until you have to tell her “hey they need to be in their own rooms now.”

as the kids get older develops more of a positive parenting style

very caring supportive and sensitive with her kids

like instead of focusing on the negative her kids do she focuses on the positive of what her kids do

for example; y’all remember when powder lost all of their loot in the first episode and instead of being mad she went “all that matters is that you’re okay.”

yeah like that

sets boundaries with her kids that supports their interests

does all she can to avoid punishment which in turn lowkey makes you the bad guy

but if need be she will take things away, give time outs, and worst of all grounding

cries in your arms after she has to ground the triplets after they get into a fight with some other kids

she also encourages her kids to be curious, have empathy for others, and just for them to be children

mel

MEL IS A GOOD MAMA!

I SAID IT!

i also feel she would be more of a one and done

mel 100% gives birth to her little twin fr 😌🤞🏾

all the good genes from her SHOVED INTO THAT LITTLE ANGEL SHE GIVES BIRTH TO

im talking gold freckles, eye color, perfect hair and all

DID YOU 🫵🏾 EVEN TRY!!!???

chile anyway

she’s still apart of the council y’all… but trust if need be… she pulling up with caitlyn for another 2v1 😈

has a little girl that she treats and dotes on

that’s her little princess

her little aurelia (which means golden child/golden one) 

takes her to work with her sometimes

definitely has one of those cute cozy baby carriers on and her baby always with her

isn’t really fond of sitting her child in front of a tv but does vibe with gracie’s corner

but she would much prefer reading to her child or doing other activities to embrace her child’s imagination and creativity and knowledge

her little princess is always dressed in the finest fashion and wearing name brand clothes

you lowkey don’t get it because… aurelia isn’t even gonna be able to fit those clothes in couple months

she tells you respectfully mind your business and shut your mouth 😌

“yes ma’am”

happy wife, happy life 🫡

mel’s favorite thing to do with her family… FAMILY SELF CARE DAYS

i'm talking waking up early because y’all got appointments all throughout the day!

first thing y’all waking up and taking off cold sleep masks

a nice breakfast out at y’all favorite cute breakfast spot

now y’all gotta go to your early nails appointments

right after that the nice calm family spa

after that you guys gotta head to your hair appointments

then y’all end the day with a nice dinner out 

serious tings neow!!!

now y’all know how i’ve been saying mel calls aurelia ‘“her little princess”

she lets her get away with EVERYTHING and ANYTHING

i feel it would come from her not wanting to have too many high expectations on aurelia like her mother had on her

and that leads to MASSIVE spoiling sprees 😬

it also leads to her stick up for her aurelia even when she is deadass in the wrong 🤦🏾‍♀️

it would get to a point where mel would get angry with you for giving aurelia any type of punishment

dare i say most the disagreements in your marriage came from you different views when it come to discipline for aurelia

like i’m talking arguments so bad y’all were sleeping in separate rooms 

which means FOR A LONG time she was a permissive parent

lowkey… she would be a mother-in-law from hell NO KIDDING

but back on her parenting type..

which is a mix of permissive/attachment and then when you guys had a serious talk

you informed her of trying to change her ways and she starting getting into more of a positive parenting style like vi

when it comes to mel’s attachment parenting;

constant skin to skin contact right after she was born

she walked around with aurelia in the baby carrier

had aurelia sleeping in the middle of both of you

constantly had her in her arms

aurelia finally had her own room at the age of 3

now mel’s permissive parenting;

mel is a really nurturing and emotionally responsive parent

but didn’t believe in punishing aurelia or putting her foot down with her

which ultimately lead to aurelia having poor self regulation skills

when sitting down with mel to talk with her about how you both were parenting very differently and not in a good way…

that didn’t exactly go well..

it lead to another serious fight because aurelia would act one way with mel and act completely different with you and no one else because she knew she could get away with pretty much anything with mommy mel 

the fight was so bad you stayed with your parents for a few days

so that meant mel was with aurelia 25/8

that’s when she started getting a glimpse of what everyone trying to tell her

because at some point in time keeping up that little princess facade for mel… aurelia would get tired of that and true colors show

after that you and mel sat down with one another and came to an agreement and the three of y'all went to family counseling 💛 

mel is starting to understand that she can parent her daughter without plain spoiling... but she did make a habit of it so it's something that she has to work on breaking

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hope you enjoyed! ○( ＾皿＾)っ Hehehe…

[risestarkiss]

No paywalls. (a mini rant + a promise!)

So, I'm working on my Kofi page and looking around for inspiration, but I don't like what I see: "Become a member for exclusive content." or "This tier gains you access to blah blah videos." etc.

It's the same on Patreon. All of the cool stuff is behind a paywall.

Also, I've realized that YouTube is quickly following suit... I tried to click on a video this morning only to not be allowed to view it because it was "members only." ....I don't like that feeling. And I never want YOU to feel that way either.

(BTW, No hate to any one plugging their exclusive content! I have no issue with people who do this! It's just a practice that I realized I'm not comfortable with doing myself, and I'll explain why below. )

You see, new Rise content is already few and far between. Also, when it comes to "exclusive content," I feel like the show itself was ultimately put behind a wall that we can never scale, a wall of executive decisions that were driven by MONEY.

They can do what they want. It's their show! But as for me, unless it’s an exchange for goods or services, I don't feel comfortable monetarily restricting access to my content. 😤

...SO, I'M MAKING A STAND:

I will NEVER lock my Rise content behind a paywall or make my Rise videos "exclusive to members only!"

Instead I want to offer free content, content that anyone can enjoy!

❤️ My ROTTMNT Analyses will be available for free.

🧡 The Rise Reprise Soundtrack will be available on YouTube for unlimited listening.

💜 All seasons of my ✨Don the Fashionista: The Animated Comic✨ will be available for free.

PLUS

💙 I will be offering free ROTTMNT assets on my KOFI (Backgrounds, digital downloads, extra tracks & scores, and more!)

All I ask is if you want to send me a slice ��� you can!

💜Otherwise, enjoy the free content in the shop!💜

(...OH AND PLEASE SUBSCRIBE TO MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL. I'M TRYING TO GET MONETIZED THERE AND NEED SUBSCRIBERS. MY BIRD’S GOTTA EAT-QUICK! SHE’S RUNNING OUT OF TREATS-)

[minimoll7]

Thank you very much for the tag! :D

Last song: Fun Time from Sprunki (its video game music so idk if it counts but I'm counting it lol)

Favorite Color: Green! Especially dark greens and more cyan leaning greens

Last Book: The bible! Still a current read as of now (really need to get back into it to, like outside of bible studies)

Last Movie: Its funny, it hasn't been that long since I last watched a movie but I'm struggling to remember what it was.. I think it was the Lion King? I know I watched that after rewatching the second movie (and I mean the ogs, not the "live action" ones). I also watched the Prince of Egypt and Toy Story 4. Again, just can't recall which was the last one

Last TV show: Bluey! Just watched some episodes! Love that cartoon to pieces

Sweet/Spicy/Flavory: Dog, I have no idea lol

Current Obsession: Working on my own characters lol tho its not something I'd want to share publicly (very shy about it lol). But if we're good friends, I might consider sharing them! Its been a lot of fun working on new characters and lore and all that

Last thing I searched up: I did a quick image search to get a screenshot for a friend (was showing her something) so idk if it counts? It was doing an image search and I used a pic of a fictional character named Arcjec lol but if that doesn't count then the last thing I searched up was a word, don't remember what it was, just to make sure I spelled it right lol

Hmm hmm I tag @geminiagentgreen @skunky2 and @caliboron!

10 people i’d like to know better

tagged by @nebulardrip

Last song 🎧: "Kind" by SHINee

Favorite Color 🎨 : Blue morpho blue

Last Book 📕: Uhhh... does One Piece count as a book? ^^;

Last Movie 🍿: Sonic 3

Last TV show 📺 : Arcane season 2

Sweet/Spicy/flavory 🍔 : wtf is "flavory". Sweet ig

Current obsession 🌀 : Linked Universe and my Simulacrum Spirits AU

Last thing I searched 🔎 : minish cap stumps (research for a fanfic)

Looking forward to 👀 : My upcoming 6 day weekend.

10 peeps to tag and/or get to know better: @whyoneartheven, @error-dream-was-found, @kuraiarcoiris, @cha-ra-nui, @quicktothebatjalopy, @zeldalizzy, @insertsomthinawesome, @breezy-cheezy, @niaswish, @blackxhawk1

[gamesetattach]

When World's Collide - Part 3

Jannik Sinner x Williams Race Strategist!Reader It's been over a year since you both met and, now in a long-term relationship, the worlds the two of you met through are starting to cause cracks in your connection. Cue angst and fighting, but also lot's of love. Catch up on Part 1 and Part 2

Jannik and you had built something rare—a relationship grounded in mutual respect, deep understanding, and an ability to make each other laugh even on the hardest days. Over the past year, your bond had grown stronger, weaving itself into the fabric of your lives despite the demands of your respective careers. When you were together, everything felt lighter. Whether it was cooking simple dinners in one of your Monaco apartments, walking the coastal trails hand-in-hand, or decompressing after intense weekends with quiet conversations on the couch, you brought each other a happiness neither of you had quite known before.

Jannik loved how you could turn any room into a stage, how your quick wit and sharp humor left people in stitches. You loved the way his quiet strength grounded you, the way his calm presence could soothe your most frazzled moments. Together, you balanced each other in ways that felt almost effortless—until it wasn’t.

---

You'd had a fair few points of tensions throughout your year together, but what couple didn't fight? All of them were insignificant in the grand scheme of your relationship. In fact, what grew to become your biggest, and only, point of contention didn't even start as an argument.

An understanding of privacy was always important between you and Jannik, it came with the nature of your jobs. In the beginning stages, it was mutual, a given. Of course the last thing either of you wanted was for the media to disrupt what was growing between you. Even as your relationship grew to be more serious and defined, you both agreed to keep it out of the public eye. Any hesitation you had about it felt minor, barely worth mentioning at the time. But, in retrospect, maybe you didn't start on the same page in the way you liked to think, because as the months rolled on the secrecy became harder for you to navigate.

---

One evening, you’d been scrolling through social media when you came across yet another post speculating about your friendships with various F1 figures. This time, it was a video of you and driver Lando Norris laughing over coffee in the paddock. You remembered it as a spontaneous, passerby conversation after you both had entered the canteen for drinks at the same time. The video, however, made the moment feel much larger—more established and intentional.

You generally stayed away from interacting with content that involved you; for a video about you to even come up on your own feed, it had to have had a lot of traction. You saw the many comments ranged from innocent fun to outright assumptions about some secret romance.

“They’re really running with this Lando thing, huh?” you’d said to Jannik, showing him the post.

He only glanced at it briefly, his expression indifferent. “You know how people are. They’ll always find something to talk about.”

“True,” you’d said, brushing it off. But deep down, you wished he’d said something more reassuring or had more of a reaction, or even just stayed on the topic just a little longer. Anything that acknowledged the absurdity of it all.

---

The next time wasn’t so easy for you to move past. You’d been joking with Alex Albon on the Williams team radio during a practice session, and the clip had gone viral. Fans loved your lively banter on track, but the scrutiny of others was unrelenting.

“People are saying I should be more serious,” you told Jannik later over the phone that evening. “That I’m too friendly with the drivers and too chatty on the radio.”

“You’re good at your job,” he said. “That’s all that matters.”

“Well yeah, but is it?” you’d asked, searching his face on the screen for something more. “Don't you ever worry about what people think?”

“All the time,” he admitted. “You know that. But that doesn’t mean I let them in.”

His words felt like a wall—one you couldn’t quite scale, and you felt like maybe you were crazy to care so much.

---

The tension finally came to a head at a tournament in Italy. You’d come to support Jannik but weren’t to be seated in his box, per his request. It had become standard practice ever since you started dating. Initially, when you were still friends, there wasn't such weight on any suspicion that could be drawn from some new guest watching alongside his friends and family. But now that there was truth to the speculation, you sat a substantial distance away. You would still have a good view, but you'd be somewhere where the camera could catch you on the big screen and only assume you were an avid fan of tennis, not the partner of a top player.

And, as unconditional the support between you was, the distance was getting to you. His celebrations, his shouts, and even his few curses were never said in your direction. He'd finish each point with his body and fist oriented towards his box. He probably couldn't find you in the crowd even if he wanted to. Going to his matches in person, and feeling alienated during, was starting to feel like the ultimate example of the strain the secrecy was putting on your dynamic. On you.

So when he told you he'd be leaving your hotel room to meet and warm up with his team before the match, you’d made some passive-aggressive comment after your usual wishes of good luck.

“I’ll just be somewhere out of the way, like always,” you’d muttered under you breath, crossing your arms.

“Come on,” he said backtracking from the door at your tone, trying to placate you even in his rush. “It keeps things simple, that's all.”

“Right,” you’d replied coldly, brushing him off.

You don't even know why you started anything then. You never wished to disturb the flow of his matches in any way, and it was unlike you to make a scene right before his departure, but that unvoiced worry in your chest was beginning to weigh on you more than you could bear. And maybe that's why Jannik re-entered the room despite the full day of obligations waiting for him floors below.

He came closer to you and placed a hand to your shoulder. When you still didn't look up at him, he ducked his head to be in your eye-line and tried to meet your gaze. You kept your eyes glued to the ground. At first it was a show of stubbornness, but now a few, plump tears sat on your water line. Your vision had begun to blur and you worried if you made any sudden movements, it would all flood out. That you'd cry or lash out, and that wasn't like you. Especially not on his match day.

He nudged your chin up with two of his fingers, and clicked his tongue when he saw your tears.

He called your name softly then, and gently said "Heyy, what is this?"

And you couldn't just say nothing, because you were beginning to feel it in everything. And keeping it in was only making it hurt more.

"This is me being sick of hiding away," you burst out, "If even my support has to be suppressed, then what am I even here for."

"Where is this coming from? You know why it is this way," his accent coming in stronger as his volume increased to match the heat in your voice, "We've discussed it many times before."

"Okay, yes," you snapped back, voice sharp, "but now I'm telling you that I'm tired of it. Why should we go out of our way to lie for the sake of what other people think?

"It's not a lie, it's protection."

"Well, it doesn't feel like it. I should be able to express my love for you—or at least be able to mention you without feeling like I've overstepped or overshared."

He softened then, and took a breath before speaking again, "I just think it's safer we keep things close and private. If we open up it becomes... Our relationship isn't something for others to discuss"

You shook your head, unsatisfied with the response, "I think our relationship isn't something for us to omit. And I guess that's the difference."

You stood firm, though still tear-stricken, and he looked a little dejected. With no resolution in sight, he sighed and moved to hold you. When you dodged his touch, he shook his head a little and spoke quietly, "We'll talk again about this, I promise. But I should go now."

You nodded, and looked past him, "...Yeah. Good luck."

---

Despite feeling guilty for letting him leave on that note during a tournament, you didn't go find him in between the warm-up and the match start. You wouldn't have been able to go up to him anyways, but you usually slipped into the players lounge to sneak a wave and sometimes you'd even get to pull him off to some un-trafficked hallway.

Instead you made a beeline to your seat in the stands alongside other high-profile guests. You had a great view of the court but, as usual, you were a ways away from his box. Jannik could compartmentalize well, especially when it came to tennis, and you trusted that he'd still play at his best. And maybe if it had been a race day, you could've have tucked the fight away as well. But as you sat removed from his team and other guests, you had to will yourself to focus on the game without replaying the argument in your head.

---

After the match, you passed through the cool-down room with other guests in your row. You congratulated Jannik and his team with a polite smile, mindful of the cameras streaming the room live. You felt his eyes on you, a heavier stare than usual during your practiced, impersonal nod to each other.

Then you worked your way around, offering kind words to other players as well. It was an innocuous interaction, but one that set off an unintended chain reaction.

As the guests filtered out, Jannik overheard a conversation among the players. Matteo Berrettini was explaining your significance to Ben Shelton, who was unfamiliar with F1.

“She’s a genius strategist,” Berrettini said. “Williams has been killing it since she joined. And she’s… let’s just say, a big fan favorite.”

“Wicked smart and cute,” Shelton added, grinning. “Should’ve asked her out.”

“Oh, but she’s with Lando Norris I believe,” Berrettini said casually. “That’s the talk of the paddock.”

Jannik’s chest tightened at the words. He stayed silent, but as realization settled in, the blows kept coming. Not even his friends and peers knew about the relationship he valued so deeply, and today you'd had to conceal your hurt just as much as you always had to conceal your relationship. And, if the fight was anything to go by, you'd been masking your distress for some time now and he'd had no idea. Not to mention, on top of it all, he had to listen to someone else being linked to you. It was a bitter pill to swallow.

---

He returned to the hotel room that night after finishing up with all the press, already intending to apologize, but when he walked in, his heart broke at the sight of you.

Sitting at the edge of the bed crossed legged with your laptop, it appeared as though you were just catching up on some work. But when you'd looked over at the sound of him entering, Jannik could see your eyes were puffy and red the way they only got after hours of crying.

“Mio cuore” he said softly, mostly to himself, making his way over to you. “I'm so sorry.”

He sat beside you and tucked a stray hair behind your ear before wrapping his arms around you. You let him hold you but your voice trembled as you spoke, his tenderness reigniting your tears from earlier. “It's so hard” you started, words still a mix of hurt and frustration, “To feel like… I don't know... ”

He stayed quiet and let you finish your thoughts. "... Like I'm something to be covered up," you said, your voice trailing off at the end. And whatever was left of Jannik's heart shattered.

“I love you.” he said quickly and earnestly, hugging you tighter into his chest and resting his chin on your head. “I could never be ashamed of you, you're the best part of my life.”

“I know. And I love you, I love being with you more than anything,” you asked, your voice breaking. “and I get wanting to keep things private, but this… it feels like something else. And it has for a while now.”

He exhaled shakily. “I thought I was protecting us,” he said. “But I didn’t see what it was doing to you, to us.”

You wiped at your tears. “I don't blame you, Jan. We both knew what our lives were like before we got together, being in the public eye. I just… didn't anticipate that all the secrecy would affect me like this.”

“You matter more than anything,” he said firmly, taking your hands in his. “and I should have noticed how you were feeling sooner. Or asked... Hearing you earlier and seeing you now—"

He sucked in a sharp breath before continuing, "I'm sorry. It only hit me today, and that’s my fault. I don’t want to hide anymore, and I don't want you to hurt anymore. Our relationship is our own, whether or not people know about it.”

You squeezed him back, and leaned up to look at him. “You mean that?”

“I do,” he said, his voice steady. “And I think we don't even need to hide to still be private... or mostly private.”

A small, teary laugh escaped you. “That sounds… doable.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, placing a kiss on your brow. “Together.”

---

You both settled on moving about the world as you always did, except now there were no spaces exempted. There was never any social media launch, or press panel announcement, but you now attended each other's events unguarded and open. Speculation arose pretty soon after the shift, and people spoke of the two of you being spotted out together or documented small appearances seen in broadcast, but both of you still mostly kept overt details to yourself.

And for a while speculation was all it was, until the accidental reveal that made the news undeniable. A photo snapped at the right (or wrong) moment when you and Jannik were leaving a celebration dinner you'd attended together after a Williams podium. Whilst waiting for a car outside the restaurant, his hand was resting on the small of your back to guide you down the steps. You leaned up to whisper something in his ear, he'd laughed in response before catching the back of your neck in his hand and leading your face back to his for a kiss.

The series of pictures that captured your clear closeness and laughter would've already been enough to fuel the fire, but the kiss just sealed the deal. The photos went viral within the hour, sparking a frenzy of dialogue and excitement.

The headlines were everywhere:

“Tennis Star Jannik Sinner and F1’s Power Strategist Confirm Relationship!” “The Crossover Couple We Didn’t Know We Needed” “F1 and Tennis Collide: Fans Are Obsessed with This Power Couple”

Social media exploded with reactions. Fans from both worlds—F1 and tennis—were abuzz, delighted by the unexpected pairing; people scrambled to learn more about your relationship.

“They’re like the ultimate power couple,” one tweet read. “My two favorite pastimes coming together. What more could you want?”

“Jannik is so reserved, and she’s so outspoken. It’s perfect. They must balance each other out,” another fan commented on Instagram.

The media painted your relationship as a modern-day fairy tale—two rising stars in completely different worlds finding common ground and supporting each other in all their success. Analysts went back and noted how Jannik’s game had improved noticeably over the past year, linking it to the steady role you’d likely played behind the scenes. Meanwhile, your ability to remain composed under scrutiny was celebrated as a testament to the strength of your bond.

Your public appearances together became a point of fascination. Tourists captured candid moments of you laughing at dinner or holding hands while walking through Monaco. And as much as you both steered clear of the noise, what you did receive felt pleasant and manageable—most of the coverage celebratory rather than intrusive, as if the world had collectively decided to root for you.

When asked about the relationship during interviews, Jannik kept it simple and succinct as always, but his words were inevitably heartfelt. “She’s incredible,” he said in one post-match interview, a rare, genuine smile lighting up his face. “It's very, very special, and I feel lucky.”

For your part, you handled the attention with humor and grace. “I think the real challenge is convincing him to let me strategize his matches,” you joked during an F1 press panel, earning laughter from the crowd.

Together, you became the model of a supportive, successful relationship—one that thrived not just despite of your demanding careers, but because of them. And the two of you? You knew your deep respect and unconditional support would always get the both of you through any obstacle, in your relationship or otherwise.

---

Yayy! I love this pairing, I hope you do too xx

[pessimisticloather]

Haven...

Pairing: Hwang!Hyunjin x fem!reader, established relationship, non-idol au

Synopsis: you come back home from a very bad and shitty day at work but your loving and.. dramatic partner boyfriend is there to comfort you

Genre: fluff, comfort, slight possessiveness

A/N: .. so this is my first time trying this.. didn't know what I was doing most of the time.. so enjoy.. I guess.

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Y/N sighed heavily as she stepped off the bus, her shoulders slumping under the weight of an exhausting day. The sky was a deep shade of navy, dotted with stars that twinkled above her like distant, indifferent spectators. The cold evening air nipped at her skin, but it wasn't nearly as biting as the frustration gnawing at her heart.

She had woken up that morning full of optimism, thinking maybe today would be better. But work had been a disaster. The project she had spent weeks on had been ripped apart in a meeting, her boss barely acknowledging the effort she had put in before criticizing it in front of the whole team. Then, to make things worse, a coworker had taken credit for an idea she had casually mentioned last week, and instead of speaking up, she had just swallowed the unfairness. By the time her shift ended, she was drained, disheartened, and in desperate need of comfort.

Y/N climbed the steps to her apartment, her legs feeling heavy with exhaustion. She just wanted to curl up in bed, bury herself under the covers, and shut out the world for a while. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Maybe she’d find the courage to stand up for herself. But right now, she just wanted the day to be over.

When she unlocked the door and stepped inside, the warm scent of something savory filled the air—garlic, butter, and a hint of spice. Normally, she would have paused to appreciate it, maybe even smile at the thought of her boyfriend, Hyunjin, making dinner. But tonight, she barely noticed.

Laughter drifted from the living room. Hyunjin and one of his friends, Changbin, were on the couch, a video game paused on the screen in front of them. A couple of beer bottles sat on the coffee table, along with a half-empty bag of chips. It looked like they’d been having a good time.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin’s voice was warm, affectionate. “Hey, babe, how was work?”

She didn’t answer. Didn’t even glance in his direction. She kicked off her shoes, set her bag down, and walked straight to the bedroom without a word.

Hyunjin’s smile faltered. Changbin glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

“What was that about?” Changbin asked.

Hyunjin shook his head, frowning slightly as he stared after her. “I don’t know.” He leaned forward, setting his controller down. “She usually says something.”

Changbin exhaled, pushing himself off the couch. “She looked upset, man. Maybe you should check on her.”

Hyunjin nodded. “Yeah… I will.”

Changbin grabbed his jacket from the chair. “I’ll head out. Let you two talk.”

“Thanks, man.” Hyunjin gave him a quick fist bump before walking him to the door. As soon as Changbin left, Hyunjin turned his attention to the closed bedroom door.

His heart tightened. Y/N was normally so bubbly, full of warmth and laughter. But tonight… something was wrong.

He knocked softly before pushing the door open.

Y/N was curled up on the bed, still in her work clothes, her arms wrapped around herself. She didn’t turn toward him. She didn’t say anything.

Hyunjin stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

“Y/N?” His voice was gentle, careful.

She sighed, her breath shaky. “I don’t want to talk, Hyunjin.”

He hesitated, then walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. “Okay,” he said simply. He wouldn’t push. But he wasn’t leaving either.

For a few moments, silence stretched between them. Hyunjin could feel the weight of her sadness like a storm cloud in the room, thick and heavy.

Then Y/N finally spoke, her voice small. “Today sucked.”

Hyunjin glanced down at her, watching as she stared at the wall. “Yeah?”

She nodded, and just like that, the dam broke.

“I tried so hard on this project at work, and my boss just—he tore it apart in front of everyone. Like it was nothing.” Her voice wavered. “And then this guy at work—he stole my idea. Just said it like it was his, and I didn’t even fight it. I just sat there, Hyunjin.” She sniffed, turning onto her back to stare at the ceiling. “I just let it happen. And I feel so… small.”

Hyunjin’s jaw clenched. His protective instincts kicked in, but he forced himself to stay calm. Y/N didn’t need anger right now. She needed comfort.

He lay down beside her, reaching for her hand. “That’s not fair,” he said, his voice steady. “You worked hard. And you deserved to be acknowledged for it.”

Y/N let out a bitter laugh. “Tell that to my boss.”

Hyuny squeezed her hand. “I wish I could. I’d tell him he’s an idiot for not seeing how amazing you are.”

Y/N turned her head, finally meeting his eyes. There was exhaustion there, but also something softer. A flicker of appreciation.

Hyunjin continued, his voice quieter now. “And I know you, Y/N. I know how much you care about your work. I know how much effort you put into everything you do. And just because some jerk took credit for your idea doesn’t mean it wasn’t yours. Doesn’t mean you’re not brilliant.”

Y/N exhaled slowly. “I just hate that I let it happen.”

“You were caught off guard,” Hyunjin said gently. “It doesn’t mean you’re weak. And it doesn’t mean you won’t stand up for yourself next time.”

Y/N didn’t respond right away. She just looked at him, the weight in her chest slowly lifting.

Hyunjin reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Do you want me to beat him up?” he teased lightly. “I’ll do it. I’ll fight him. Right in the middle of your office.”

A small smile tugged at Y/N’s lips. “You’d get arrested.”

“Worth it,” Hyunjin said without hesitation.

Y/N laughed softly, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit.

Hyunjin smiled. “There she is.”

She rolled her eyes but shifted closer, resting her head on his chest. Hyunjin wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a while. Hyunjin traced slow circles on her back, and Y/N focused on the steady rhythm of his breathing.

“Thank you Jinnie,” she murmured.

Hyunjin kissed the top of her head. “For what?”

“For just… being here.”

He smiled, his hold on her tightening. “Always, babe.”

And just like that, the day didn’t feel quite as heavy anymore.

@furioussheepluminary

[tingedautumn]

what I find funny is that when Charlie told Alastor to make a commercial, a video commercial, he just... went and did it. like yeah it was shitty and he was mocking the hotel but Alastor made it anyway. everyone makes the joke about him learning how to edit and film the whole thing like an old man but they seem to forget the fact that Alastor, the guy practically known for HATING modern technology, made the commercial. for her. he went and edited it. for her. he could have gone against what she asked him to and made it into a radio commercial, which would have probably gone a lot better considering it's his area of expertise, but nope! he did what she asked and he didn't even do it for a deal like he did with Vaggie.

Alastor the notorious living-only-in-the-30s radio demon saw Charlie from the "picture show" and he admits he hadn't been entertained since 1929 then proceeds to make a video commercial despite disliking the video making aspect...

ok so if it's anything else he hates modern technology but if it's Charlie involved it's fine???🤨🤨🤨

clenches my fists together i think about this ALL the TIME it is enough to send me spinning in place like a top

i LOVE the idea that anyone asks alastor to do ANYTHING and he's just absolutely not. never in this lifetime. the most difficult man alive he'd throw a cup of coffee onto the ground before he passes it to someone who asks. the literal thought of even LOOKING at a television drives him to hysterical, murderous laughter. just the biggest, most irritating troll in hell, doing his own thing for the fun of it.

but charlie mentions absentmindedly she might need something, or something might be helpful, or maybe she'd like to do random thing in the future, and alastor is tripping over himself to do it for her. oh you need a tv commercial charlie? haha i just made one for you, no big deal only took me six hours it's not because i like you or anything! you want to go for a walk into the vees territory? gosh i better come with you and hold your hand and mention how pretty you are it's vital hotelier responsibilities. you want to fight the angels and perhaps god himself? what a fantastic thing for my ego which does not act as a way for me to protect and impress you let me shine up my shoes real quick.

even just the image of alastor filming for the commercial and all his material includes footage of charlie - charlie talking, charlie doodling, charlie napping at her desk and drooling - and there's just hours of alastor staring at charlie. because he's a good hotelier! (he is obsessed with her)

[crow-quilll]

Hello :) i really like ur writing style and wanted to know your writing tips!

Like, how do you get a clean and nice pace? Or how to write intense scenes? Or what words to choose? Etc

I thank you graciously for sharing your works 🙏🙏

HELLO SLEEPY!! I meant to respond to this way earlier but stuff got in the way -- however I have arrived!!

Let's dig in:

In terms of pacing, it is always helpful to have a clear outline of every event that will happen - I write all of mine in a notes app, write down each key event and how the chapter will progress. I think that way I get a good idea of what sections should be longer, which are more important and need more detail, and which should be intentionally fast to amp up pressure. Ofc it depends on what you're writing! I've always written these sorts of angsty hurt/comfort fics, so I've just had a lot of practice with them. I can assure you that I'd struggle with a slow pace slice-of-life au in any fandom.

Writing intense scenes mostly comes with practice, I've had 10 long years of experience haha! But there are some things that I've learned to do for those scenes:

Positioning is important, set it up early. You want your readers to know exactly where your characters are so they aren't confused which will slow down how they read the scene. You want them following the speed of the scene you've set.

Shortening your sentences and descriptions will make your scene more intense because your reader feels like they are struggling to keep up with it. It also makes them predict a breaking point - a point in the sentence structure where it reaches a limit and either stops completely or slows back down. So they hang on to every word, waiting for that drop.

Metaphors and imagery are great for describing emotional or physical pain - but I try not to overdo it, especially in "Nobody's Soldier" when those scenes are pretty lengthy. I try to keep those scenes feeling intense and quick because the stakes are supposed to feel high for Gi-hun - and by extension, for the readers.

As for word choice, that really depends on your style and where you find your inspiration from! Like I said, I've primarily written hurt/comfort and whump fics, so my style developed to be very physical: I always think about the facial expressions of the characters, the way their body reacts to stimuli, where they are standing and how they stand, etc. That comes from working on how to describe reactions to pain, and they always tell you to show it instead of telling it: "he winced/he flinched" rather than "it hurt him".

A lot of my style just comes from the things I take inspiration from. Funnily enough, I don't read fics or books for fun because I read so much for university in my history/english program. So I find my inspiration in the historical sources and literature I read. I think a good example I can give is from a poem by Wilfred Owen, an English poet who fought in WWI, called Dulce et Decorum est, which uses very visceral language (ie. "His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;/ If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood/ Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs..."). I'm sure you can some similarity between his descriptions and my own -- albeit, mine are far less sophisticated than his. But I still try to emulate how grotesquely he describes the human body, as well as the sharp rhythm of certain lines like "sick of sin." ANYWAYS thats enough university talk that i'm sure sounds boring haha. I also find inspiration in video games, in TV shows, in everything. The world around us is composed of sentences waiting to be written, you just have to look for them and put pen to paper :))

One last tip I can give is to just write what you enjoy! I know ao3 can be disheartening if your work doesn't get a lot of love, but honestly as long as you are having fun, it is well worth it. I have written for dead fandoms in the past - and in fact, I have more often written for dead fandoms than for popular ones. I'm somehow always late to the party, except this time ofc with Squid Game.

Anyways, I think that is all I have for now!! If you have any further questions, please ask away. I'm so flattered to have been asked about something like this, thank you to coming for me and reading what I write <3 <3

[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Virgil: ...is this what cam girls feel like?

Remus: I feel like cam girls do a liiiitle more then we did

Virgil: well at least they get paid, we had to flirt with that weirdo for free!

Remus: No, we lost a bet, that's not free, it's just hoeing for a bono

Virgil: why would you even put up flirting with Wrath in the first place?

Remus: oh, so you thought he could steal that hotdog roller?

Virgil: NO- IT'S JUST- ugh, that whole video we recorded yesterday- "oh Wrath your villain introduction was so cool-" ew!

Remus: that wasn't even the worst part, the everyone had to watch us do that!

Virgil: plus he probably won't leave me alone for like a month now, he's gonna go home to his video games and make create-a-characters of us.

Remus: yeah he'll kill us in Grand Theft Auto

Virgil: you can make characters in Grand Theft Auto?

Remus: do I look like a bitch who would know?

Virgil: whatever, God I need a Xanax- wait where'd I put i- BITCH THAT WAS MY LAST XAN, HOW'D YOU TAKE THAT?!

Remus: quick hands. Man tiddy and Xanax, what a combo!

Virgil: goes together like peanut butter and Percocet...

Remus: "this is true"

Virgil: oh yeah, he kept doing that! "This is true"

Remus: like he's too good to say "yeah" he has to be a scientist about it

Virgil: heh- and- and what about "ummm okaaay?"

Remus: I HATE it when they do that! Like they have to sound like the gay comic relief cat in every Disney movie

Virgil: "this is true"

Remus: "this is true!"

Virgil: "yes in fact!"

Remus: "quite in interesting outfit!"

Virgil: "stop screaming we're having sex!"

Janus: what are you doing?

V + R: UH-

Janus: sounds like you had a run-in with Wrath

Virgil: what the fuck do you wa- oh he has McDonald's- Janus where'd you get McDonald's?!

Janus: ...McDonald's?

Virgil: bitch gimme a fry!

Janus: IS THAT HOW YOU ASK?!

Virgil: BITCH PLEASE GIVE ME A FRY!

Remus: and yeah we saw Wrath

Janus: me too, I could tell. He was drawing pictures of you guys when I saw him!

Virgil, mouth full: no way

Remus: what were we doing in the pictures?

Janus: like... Being cute, making kissy faces with hearts around it...

Virgil: Remus, we're gonna get murdered! We're gonna get murdered by a guy who can't even tie his fucking shoes!

Remus: well at least he can't torture us, can't tie a rope either

Janus: yeah, but I ripped them up and threw them in the trash, told that hoe to watch it.

Remus: you're the best, Janus

Janus: I know. Okay, I'm gonna go flirt with Patton, see you guys later

Remus: ...he's like the honest bitch ever

Virgil: eugh, I guess... ...

Virgil: ... ...What's gayer, dating a guy or wanting your sworn enemy to have sex with your dead body?

Remus: hmmm... Dating a guy? The second's kinda like using a fleshlight I guess

Virgil: okay... Still could be gayer...

Remus: what were we talking about... Oh yeah, so what are we doing for this next Sanders Asides?

Virgil: it's the movie casting thing right?

Remus: yeah- yeah, so I was thinking-

*BANG*

Virgil: WH-

Remus: I think the AC exploded again

Virgil: god that scared me- okay, sorry, continue

Remus: the challenge should be a cast of bald guys who DON'T look like they say the n-word

Virgil: how is that a challenge?

Remus: name one.

Virgil: Vin Diese- no, wait... Bruce Willi- wow, this is challenging!

*BANG* *BANG*

Virgil: damn, that's alot of AC units...

*buzz*

Virgil: oh wait, that's my phone... Huh, I just got a voice message from Logan.

Logan: hello Virgil, I'm just calling to inform you that the mindscape's on emergency lockdown. Please follow procedures at this time.

Remus: what the fuck was that about?

*BANG* *BANG* *SCREAMING*

Remus: is that...

Virgil, standing up, voice doubling: Wrath's snapped, we gotta get out of here!

Remus: huh...

Virgil: what are you doing?! Let's go!

Remus: we flirted with him yesterday, we're the last people he'd kill, just chill out.

Virgil: THAT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, YOU TOOK MY LAST XANAX! *runs off*

Remus:

*BANG*

Remus:

*BANG*

Virgil: *slowly sits back down*

Remus: I thought you were running for it?

Virgil: security locked the doors...

*BANG*

Virgil: oh my God-

Remus: damn that was a big one!

Wrath in the distance: "TOOK TOO LONG TO APPEAR" YOU SAY?! WERE THE BACKGROUND HINTS AND GLOWING EYES NOT ENOUGH?! WHO ELSE WANTS SOME, HUH?! HUH?!

Virgil: ...is this how the series ends?

[jojo-schmo]

Metadede Week Day 2: “First Meeting”

I thought working together would be a one-time occurrence

But here we are years later still dancing around each other

Repeating some of the same motions

But their meaning has changed

Song: “Infinity Repeating” by Daft Punk

[marshmallowgoop]

And wish that I didn't

One last video before 2024 ends everywhere! Made this for Anime Frontier's AMV contest (check out a playlist of finalists here!) because I really wanted to submit thirteen Conan videos and needed one more to do that. It's since been revised and revamped, hopefully saying what I wanted to say with it more effectively!

Happy New Year!

[Song link] [YouTube link]

[slimeandsadness]

It's Always Sunny in Phanniedelphia: Twinks, Twunks, Hunks and Otters

[jjs-brainrot]

So I've finally read How Do We Relationship? by Tamifull

(spoilers for up to chapter 121 ahead)

What exactly is a relationship? Is it some natural part of the human experience where you pick a life partner? is it a social contract between individuals to ensure exclusive romantic and sexual feelings between each other? Is sex a requirement for a relationship? Is romance even?

I don't know to be honest. What I do know is this: How Do We Relationship? by Tamifull hit me like a truck and then backed up over the corpse.

It might be one of the most nuanced, unflinching and uncompromising works about understanding relationships I've read. I think, in general, a lot of romance fiction feels overly wishful. While I can certainly appreciate a good gushy and feel good romance, it kinda gets tiresome seeing the same "will they, won't they (they will eventually)" and "love at first sight (it works out even though they literally have no chemistry)" stories regurgitated over and over again.

So much of it just feels too fake for me. Like I'm not watching two characters come to understand and fall for each other, I'm watching two halves of a couple who only exist to be a couple. Chemistry? Completely optional! Hardships? Temporary and will only make them love each other more afterwards. Break ups? Reserved exclusively as a failure state or for purely abusive relationships…

What sets How Do We Relationship? apart from its peers is its commitment to understanding its characters as people rather than archetypes. People who each have their own wants, fears, feelings towards sex and romance and most importantly: their own personal definition of what a relationship should be. People who when confronted with each other think they understand how everything should go, only to find out that the other person has a completely different understanding that doesn't fully jive with theirs.

The only yuri series I can think of that does something similar is Yuri is My Job! by Miman. Yuri is My Job! focuses heavily on the idea of fake relationships in Class S stories with it frequently asking "what actually makes something a relationship?"

A lot of Yuri is My Job! is primarily a critique on Class S stories first (possibly also a direct refutation of Maria Watches Over Us… I still need to watch MariMite so I can't say for certain) with a lot of its characters being subversions of classic Class S archetypes. So a lot of its dissections of relationships are done in the context of Class S stories.

That being said, seeing a series directly refuting the idea of a relationship being static and instead coming to the conclusion that the only ones that can decide what a relationship is are the people involved? That stuck with me. How Do We Relationship? is far a more focused dissection of what it means to be in a relationship, or at least, what means for its particularly cast of characters.

Take, for instances, our two main characters: Miwa and Saeko

Miwa and Saeko start out as friends, but after coming out to each other and finding out they're both lesbians, they decide on a whim to date. At first glance, they seem like the perfect couple! After all, they bounce off of each other's personalities really well, enjoy each other's company (both out and about and in the bedroom) and in general seem to care for each other quite deeply. They were made for each other, right? Well, no.

They're both individuals with vastly different personalities, experiences and feelings from each other. Over time they begin to see things in their relationship that bother them. Mostly little things here and there. Nothing they want to start a fight over or strain their relationship over at first but… Small wounds still fester. It eventually finally comes to a head a little bit after Miwa visits her old crush in a high school reunion. It's very clear to both Saeko and Miwa that she hasn't actually gotten over her past feelings for her high school crush. What's more clear to Saeko is that Miwa doesn't feel the same level of love for her and she does for Miwa. Eventually they just… break up and go back to being friends.

In most romance stories, a break up is regularly seen as either the ultimate failure state for a relationship, a temporary set back for a relationship to overcome or purely as an escape valve from an abusive or just kind of shit relationship. The reality is that there many different reasons for a relationship to end.

Could Miwa and Saeko have worked it out? With the path they were heading down, no. Neither of them were willing to fully open up about their problems as both feared hurting the other. Which just ended up with them hurting each other even more. If they had continued the course, their break up might have been far more painful and resulted in them not being able to be friends any more.

And they do get to go back to being friends even after being exes!

I think back to my aunt who divorced her husband several decades ago. They ended their relationship but decided to remain close in part for their daughter's benefit. Over the years they've remained close friends and have gone back to living with each other as well. There's no hard rule that becoming exes means you have to fully cut each other off if that's not what you both want. Certainly there might still be mixed feelings between you both (Miwa and Saeko's relationship as friends certainly takes some huge bumps after they break up), but you shouldn't follow along with what society expects from you both in a relationship versus what you both want from YOUR relationship.

And that right there is Tamifull's thesis statement with How Do We Relationship?: don't determine how your life and relationships should be based on what society expects them to be.

Tamifull doesn't hold back anything when it comes to depicting how society treats relationships in general but also how it treats gay people in specific. While the physical danger of homophobia is always a constant that makes many queer people not want to be open with their queerness, being constantly other-ed in most social situations (whether intentionally or not) can frequently be reason enough to want to stay in the closet. Insensitive questions (that are more often born from ignorance rather than malice), being always seen as an outlier, frequently having to lie about who you like and a million other microaggressions that just build up as extra hardship in a queer relationships. Relationships are already not easy to keep together, but adding additional outside stressors can strain them even harder. Enter Shiho.

Shiho was Miwa's aforementioned high school crush whom she reconnected with during a high school reunion. After Miwa and Saeko's break up, Miwa started keeping up contact with her more and more and eventually has the opportunity to meet with her again. Miwa goes to meet with Shiho in order to confess her past feelings for her. Miwa is fully expecting to get turned down but when she meets Shiho, Shiho seems far more receptive and warm towards Miwa than she was expecting. Whatever mental protections Miwa had against the idea of actually having her feelings reciprocated crumbled as it seems like Shiho might have feelings for her as well? Could she actually get together with her old crush?

Unfortunately, while Shiho does have feelings for Miwa, she doesn't feel strong enough to deal with all the baggage that comes with being in a lesbian relationship with Miwa. She very clearly put a lot of thought into the subject, and while she does care for Miwa, she just can't put herself in a relationship with Miwa. Shiho isn't in the wrong about her own feelings and she doesn't invalidate Miwa's. But it still ends up breaking Miwa far more than if Shiho had out right rejected her.

External factors can have a major effect on relationships but internal factors have arguably far more impact on relationships. Namely: sex and romance. Or more specifically: how everyone has different levels of interest in sex and romance.

Figuring out that I was ace and aro took way longer than it probably should have. "I have no interest in having sex with someone but I still get off to porn so clearly I can't be ace!" was legitimately a thought that stopped me from fully embracing being ace for several years. Eventually I figured out that sex-repulsion isn't a requirement of being ace and that the ace spectrum covers a pretty wide variety of experiences under it and that my own is just as valid as the others.

Over the years I've had to engrave a pretty simple idea into my soul: there is no universal experience when it comes to sex and love. Regardless of whether you're allo, ace or aro, you'll have very different feelings towards sexual and romantic interest than everyone else. Let's take, for example, Rika.

Rika is one of the supporting straight characters of the cast. She's also arguably the most sexually active member of the main cast with easily the highest body count of them all. And yet she does not want a relationship past friends-with-benefits. I'm not sure if she's necessarily aro or just not currently interested in a romantic relationship, but the point is that the main thing she wants from her relationships is sex. And that is completely fine! It sucks that when she explains this to dudes she just fucked who want to start dating her that she only wanted a sexual relationship with them and they respond by thinking she must have some family issues that make her so sexually active (she doesn't) or they respond derogatorily that she's just a slut. That's just part of who she is, there is nothing wrong with her. If she was a guy, it wouldn't even raise an eyebrow.

And then on the flip side, you have Tamaki.

Some time after Miwa recovered from her heartbreak over Shiho (and after being sex friends with Saeko again for a bit), Miwa starts dating a year younger kouhai by the name of Tamaki. Tamaki is asexual/alloromantic, she very much has romantic feelings for Miwa and even enjoys kissing and looking at Miwa's body, but she has a very low sex drive. Miwa, on the other hand, has a pretty high sex drive. Tamaki and Miwa together might be one of the best depictions of an allosexual and asexual relationship I've ever seen.

I've know a number of aspecs who've gone through a similar situation as Miwa and Tamaki. Some are certainly able to come to an understanding with their allo partners about each other sexuality, personal boundaries and fulfilling each other's needs in a way that's healthy for both parties. But a lot end up in similar situations as Miwa and Tamaki.

Where in one or both partners feel like they're hurting each other. Some aces feel guilt over not being able to provide for their partner's sexual needs, even if their allo partner assures that them feeling comfortable is far more important to them. Some allos might feel like they're raping their ace partners when they have sex, even if their ace partner expressly gives consent because they want satisfy their partner's needs, even if they themselves don't get anything out of the experience. If you get both together, you end up with a feedback loop of self hatred where the ace person sees their own lack sexual interest as actively harming the person they love and the allo person sees themselves as a monster for wanting to have sex with the person they love.

It's a toxic situation to be in, but it's also one that's hard to leave as both parties feel they themselves are in the wrong and their solutions to correct their error (the allo refraining from asking for sex and the ace more freely offering up sex) just lead to the situation escalating to the point of serious damage to one or both parties.

And unfortunately, that seems to have happened to Miwa. As of writing this, we're at chapter 121 so we're still early on the current arc, but it's looking like Miwa breaking up with Tamaki has done a number on her sex drive. I'm no expert on fluctuations in sexual interest due to trauma, so I won't dive too deeply into this (especially since we're still so early in the new arc). However, associating your sex drive as something that's actively harming your partner to the point that you leave them even though you still love them? Yeah, that's going to cause some damage.

I could ramble on and on about other aspects and topics that How Do We Relationship? does so well (Yuria/Saeko insecurities and dependencies, Saeko/Miwa's brief stint as friends-with-benefits, etc), but I've already said far, far more then I was originally already planning to say. So I think I might have save them for some future posts if I remember them.

So to finally end this now very long essay, I return to my original question: "what exactly is a relationship?"

I don't know, I ain't a cop. Whatever you and your partner(s) say it is, is what it is. But watch out though!

[amaranthdahlia]

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