#don't get me wrong; some of the things being talked about are serious issues

[dontbesoweirdkira]

howdyyy, what do u think of plat yan! dick grayson (or platonic yan father bruce wayne up to u) with a batsis who is very disinterested with him primarily bc when she was younger she idolised him a lot but now not so much. there are comics where grayson has cheated on his partners before so imagine batsis coming to realise as she aged and matured that her doting brother is a bit of a playboy…. a lot like a playboy actually—

You know, this is actually extremely realistic. There's nothing like the rose color glasses falling off and realizing just how messed up your family truly is.

I'd like to think that there was plenty of jokes and mentions about Dick being a playboy but Batsis would just be absolutely clueless. You probably just thought it was a reference to his charming appearance or the way he gets hit on at least once whenever he goes out. Not really that he was an notorious heart breaker.

Like i don't think the other batkids had serious talks about it in front of you because of your (then) age or maybe it was a request by Dick so he could keep on his perfect mask with you?

Ironically, he wouldn't want any man to treat his little sister (or any of them) the way he does to other women but he has a problem. I will say though, it makes absolute sense that Dick or even the others would have issues keeping relationships or even have sex addictions. I mean it's a real issue that many people are struggling with right now. But can you imagine your father constantly bringing home women and cheating your entire childhood? Like Bruce introduces some of these women to them, they get attached to this potential mother then it's ripped away to be discarded for the new catch. I think that definitely warped Dick's view of women and romance stems from that. *intense mommy issues* But also i mentioned before that it's hard for him to maintain relationships while taking on the fatherly role in the family. His obsession with making sure all of his siblings are cared for and protected(mixed with being nightwing), makes it all the more difficult. Maybe that leads him to just hooking up with and being sloppy in his relationships. Maybe its just a means of stress relief and that causes him to almost dehumanize/objectify the women he "romances".

I'm not saying this is justifiable, cheating is disgusting and his behaviors are something that needs to be corrected regardless of mommy issues but for headcanon sake we are entertaining the concept

I'm not sure how you'd exactly find out about it. Maybe one of the kids let it slip and didn't bother to do damage control because you're old enough now? Maybe you spoke to one of his exes that is still friendly with the batfam? Or maybe your brain started to develop and you realized he wasn't hanging out with that new super model as just friends all night...it was something more and his girlfriend definitely didn't know about it.

Regardless, I think when you finally found out about everything, your world crushed. I don't think you'd hate him but you just feel yucky about the whole thing. Now when you look at him something in your stomach just sinks. You might even wonder if you can trust him. I mean if he's got that much of a problem to be dishonest with his lovers, then why would it be so left field to suggest he lied to you too when he said he loves you or that you were his favorite? The transition from you idolizing him to being standoff-ish would be extremely noticeable to him. I mean it's hard to ignore when you were his mini me. Even as you got older you followed him around and never skipped an opportunity to be near.

He wouldn't think that it was because of the playboy thing, maybe just you needing some space as a teen. Everyone has gone through that phase before but when he notices your shift is only directed towards him, he's a little upset about it. He doesn't understand what he did wrong? One day you guys are eating ice cream together while having a sleepover in his room to you treating him like a disease.

Eventually your big brother corners you and makes you to confess whats bothering you. He apologizes if something he said rubbed you the wrong way but you couldn't keep treating him this way.

"uhm..i dunno, dick? I found out how you've been treating you partners and i think it's kinda gross. I guess i just don't really wanna be around someone who treats women like that right now..."

I think Dick's reaction would be complete shock....who tf told you?! He has no defense but he tries to muster up one before realizing this is just making him look worse when EVERYBODY knows how much of a whore he is lol. He'd back off of you and maybe even mutter an apology before walking away to go collect himself.

He's furious as well...whoever told you will be getting an earful because they just ruined something precious to him. (yeah they did. totally not his OWN actions) If it was one of his brothers, he will be throwing hands.

Dick does very much care about others perception of him, i've said this before. He knew he had a problem and his other siblings have spoken to him about it and it affected him but never enough to change. It's just a far deeper issue than wanting a quick fuck in the expense of his partners...But seeing his baby sister look at him with just so much disgust and disappointment was enough to cause him to spiral. He's not proud of his actions and knows he's hurt and discarded of many, many women for his own satisfaction. It's deplorable. I can imagine him taking maybe a few days to himself, he's just in his head while being overtaken by heavy guilt.

I'm not sure if Dick would actually change for you though? I think he is even debating it. Yeah he's a yandere for his batsis but is his obsession with you enough to kick the other one to the curb? That's up to you. A hopeful person would say, yes he would. Anything for his babybat! He's going to do whatever it takes to prove himself again, anything to make you proud. This habit isn't worth it if hes loosing you.

My opinion? No, he won't change after his guilt wears off. He'll just pretend like he's reborn. Dick would try for like a week and then go right back to doing his habits. He's a manipulative piece of work and yeah, lying to you is bad but he wants his cake and to eat it too. He's not willing to give up anything that gives him a euphoric boost. Shh...what you don't know, won't kill you.

[mcflymemes]

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY (2014) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.

you can't! you'll die! why are you doing this? why?

it can't be done. you're asking us to die.

i have lived most of my life surrounded by enemies. i will be grateful to die among my friends.

you are an honorable man.

i will fight beside you.

well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that.

i just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders.

it is good to once again be among friends.

i can barely see.

where did you learn to do that?

i'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one.

nothing goes over my head.

i have a plan.

you've got a plan? first of all, you're copying me from when i said i had a plan.

i don't think you even have a plan.

we've already established that you destroying the ship i'm on is not saving me!

when did we establish that?

i wasn't listening then.

i just saved [name]!

you don't get an opinion.

that's a fake laugh.

it's barely a concept.

you're taking their side?

what the hell does that have to do with anything?

i am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.

no one's blowing up morons.

you just wanna suck the joy out of everything.

when i look around, you know what i see? losers.

i am not gonna stand by and watch as billions of lives are being wiped out.

leave it to me.

look at him. he's useless.

on that wall back there is a black panel. blinky yellow light. you see it?

how are we supposed to do that?

you must be joking.

i really heard they find you attractive.

we gotta move quickly.

for the record, i advised them against trusting you.

prove me wrong.

i am not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.

i'm a warrior. an assassin. i don't dance.

we have a legend about people like you. it's called footloose. and in it, a great hero named kevin bacon teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that dancing is the greatest thing there is.

we're just like kevin bacon.

you've heard of this. you've seen this, right? you know what this is.

you're an imbecile.

what did the galaxy ever do for you?

why would you want to save it?

what should we do next? something good? something bad? bit of both?

we'll follow your lead, [name].

take my hand.

you said it yourself, bitch.

do you believe him?

your ship is filthy.

if i had a blacklight, this would look like a jackson pollock painting.

who calls him that?

i don't know how this machine works.

what are you doing?

dance-off. me and you.

quit smiling, you idiot. you're supposed to be professional.

i like your knife. i'm keeping it.

that was my favorite knife.

i live for the simple things.

he has no respect.

you're drunk.

this is exactly why none of you have any friends.

you've always been weak.

no one talks to my friends like that.

i only ask that you take this matter seriously.

you should have learned.

i don't learn. one of my issues.

what a bunch of a-holes.

you should try to be more nice to people.

hold on a second. you're being serious right now?

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi, guys! Let's talk about fandom etiquette!

👨‍🏫👨‍🏫👨‍🏫

I know a lot of you are young and perhaps have not been part of fandom spaces since the dawn of time (circa fanfiction.net) so let's talk about some dos and don'ts with fandom, so we can keep this a happy place! Please read this and reblog to get this out to people who genuinely may not know!

📕DON'T: Write reviews of fics on Tumblr, Tiktok, or other social media. Fic writers are creating these things for FREE, and did not ask you to review. This often leads to negative discourse and can even cause fic writers to take down their fics. 📗DO: Leave kudos and ONLY POSITIVE comments. Talk about only positive things on social media. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all!

Edited to add: YES, EVEN CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISCISM. If the author didn't ask for it, don't give it. Some may appreciate it, but others won't. At the very least, ask permission first.

📕DON'T: Post fic ideas or headcanons on AO3. AO3 is for posting actual fanfiction or fanart and nothing else. (What I mean by this is, I've seen posts on ao3 like "Just posting an idea that someone should write, here it is!" and that's not what ao3 is for). Edited to add: You can also post original works and nonfiction works based on fandom on ao3! 📗DO: Post headcanons and ideas on Tumblr, Tiktok, etc!

Edited to change: Okay, so I feel like there's some arguments over like...what qualifies as metafic versus something that shouldn't be on AO3? So from my understanding (correct me if I'm wrong), people DEFINITELY should not be posting just a title with no work attached, which I have seen a lot lately, nor should they be posting to search for someone else's fic. However, it seems like lists, and similar metafic are okay, as well as original content, and nonfiction.

📕DON'T: Repost entire fanfictions without permission or sell bound fanfiction. Again, this causes writers to take their fics down, and can actually cause issues with fandom because it can cause allegations of copyright infringement. 📗DO: Recommend fics you like to others by talking them up and posting links! Ask permission before you translate!

📕DON'T: Send hate to authors for writing a fic in a way you don't like or not updating enough. Again, authors are doing this for free and sending hate causes serious mental harm to authors because they are people! If you don't like it, don't read it! 📗DO: Send love to authors in forms that they are comfortable with!

📕DON'T: Shame others for their ships/fics/kinks. Fandom is supposed to be a supportive space! Judging people is taking away that safe space! 📗DO: Use the block button! Block or filter out things or people you don't like!

📕DON'T: Use AI to create art or fics. This is detrimental to the creators who work hard to create their work! 📗DO: Try making your own art or fics! Practice makes perfect!

These are just a few of the things that I've seen happening more lately, but keep in mind that if you don't like something, you don't have to interact with it and fanart and fanfiction creators are people who are doing this for free. Please make sure to respect the hard work people put in, or fandom can't exist!

(Feel free to discuss/add things as long as you're being respectful!)

[ayumigotabittoolonelyquitted]

Instragram posts ~ bf gojo and some more hehe

Some random posts of you and your boyfriend gojo. Inspired by @jinwoosbabyboo

@Y/n_offical34

Location - a Pottery studio.

♥️ liked by gojosbig_dick shokoshokoshokopookie and 24k others

Y/n_offical34 : Someone just has to look good and do nothing else.

Tagged - @ _sixeeyesupnext_

Comments

_sixeyesupnext_ Heeey! What’s wrong with a man admirin’ his girl’s masterpiece, huh?

⎿ replying to _sixeyesupnext_ shoko_leiri : Just say you’ve got skill issues and move on.

⎿ replying to _sixeyesupnext_ Yn_offical34 : admiring? You broke half of my works ☹️

_gojosbigdick_ girl please inform us if you ever break up 😩

⎿ replying to _gojosbigdick_ _iblmesathis_ : the username is crazyy

⎿ replying to _gojosbigdick_ _uthaimesfeet_ : I m scared of gojo's fanbase.

@ _sixeyesupnext_

Location : gojos house

♥️ liked by y/n_offical34 , uthaime_lori and 50k others.

_Sixeyesupnext_ : she refused 26 times , but finally gave in 😎

Tagged :@ y/n_offical34

Comments

Suguruthatswho_ Satoru did the matching outfit thing with me first, y’know.

⎿ Replying to suguruthatswho_ _sixeyesupnext_ : suguru,please delete this comment 😭

⎿ replying to suguruthatswho_ yn_offical34 : When you're trying to feel special, but then it hits youyou're just the third wheel in your own relationship 💔

Uthaime_lori : I still can't believe Satoru pulled y/n 😍

⎿ replying to uthaime_lori shoko_leiri : same i still don't get it.

⎿ replying to uthaime_lori _sixeyesupnext_ : ☹️ this is my comment section, why are y'all gossiping about me in my own comment section. I m hurt.

Im_funny456 : I just witnessed a divorce and a gossip.💀

⎿ replying to im_funny456 Uthaimesfeet_ : they are the casts of Jujutsu kaisen by the way 💀🙏🏻

@ _Sixeyesupnext_

Location: beach.

♥️ liked by _sixeyesupnext_ , _uthaime_lori and 112k others.

_Sixeyesupnext_ all fun and jokes , till you see your girl admiring something.

Tagged : @ y/n_offical34

Gojosbigdick_ : i swear I m loyal to goj-

⎿replying to gojosbigdick_ sukunaleftball : bro they won't give you a chance 🙏🏻

_Suguruthatswho_😨😰😧😲😱😵😖🤢 me when gojo tries to write a serious caption

⎿ Replying to _suguruthatswho_ _sixeyesupnext_ stop being mean to me suguru 😔

@ y/n_offical34

Location : car bruh

♥️ Liked by uthaime_lori , shoko_leiri and 89k others

Y/n_offical34 : your lips my lips apocalypse💫

_sixeyesupnext_ the caption 😍❤️❤️❤️

⎿ Replying to _sixeyesupnext_ Sukunaleftball_ : to think that this man looks like a demi god but acts like a fucking cringe ass 45+ year old.

Uthaime_lori : that's should be me😔

⎿ replying to uthaime_leiri yn_offical34 : I m all yours 🤭

⎿ replying to y/n_offical34 uthaime_lori : shh 🤫

@ _sixeyesupnext_

Location: behind the scenes (can't provide you the location 😕)

♥️ Liked by uthaime_lori , y/n_offical34 and 981k

_sixeyesupnext_ someone made this art of our behind the scenes (I m talking to you nanami 🤫)

Tagged : @ uthaime_lori @ shoko_leiri @ nanami _ kento @ suguruthatswho @ haibara_

Comments

_Sukunasballs_ : to think that they actually used their real names in the anime is crazy.

⎿ Replying to _sukunasballs_ Gojosbigdick : what's crazy about it

Nanami_kento : I fail to see the necessity of posting it on Instagram.

⎿ replying to nanami_kento nanami_fanpage : OMG YOU ACTUALLY TALK LIKE THIS 😭❤️❤️ I M YOUR BIGGEST FAN PLEASE NOTICE ME LOVE YOU

⎿ replying to nanami_kento gojosbigdick : ong nanami you are so talented

Uthaime_lori : why am I not included on the group photo 😔

⎿ replying to uthaime_lori _sixeyesupnext_ cry about it.

Shoko_leiri : damn nanami made me pretty good.

Replying to shoko_leiri yn_offical34 : you are pretty the fuck do you mean?

Sukunas_fanpage : sukuna is the best, give your opinions to the wall.

⎿ replying to sukunas_fanpage gojosbigdick: gojo is the best

⎿ replying to sukunas_fanpage nanami_fanpage : nah nanami is op.

⎿ replying to sukunas_fanpage yn_offical34 : y'all all of em are gold 😔✨

[olderthannetfic]

Hi OTNF and everyone,

I am finding that it's harder and harder and harder to get into anything - book, show, movie... most things seem, you know, to just not be doing it for me, be it fanfic or original stuff.

In part, I think, it's a general restlessness and that it's become harder to give anything enough time to get into the stories, the characters, the settings, the narrative voices... I guess you can call it attention deficit on my part, just a need for stories to deliver those sweet, sweet hits quickly, but they're not.

I'm not currently ficcing but I did for years (might again in the future, who knows), and it's made reading, specifically, harder. It's like I've become more aware of what goes on behind the scene, I guess? I feel like I can see the writer giving up on a sentence, skipping a scene because fuck this, trying hard to not repeat a word although it's the only one that fits, etc.

Or maybe it's just the *everything* around us in the world that is weighing on me too much? I could say it's adult life, but then again I have more free time than most (and boy do I need hours of doing nothing to survive the other hours), and no family/partner (all that would put even more pressure on me): what is wrong, to make everything so UGHHH?

I feel like I'm stuck in a rut with a brain moaning feed me, feeeed me, and whatever I try to give it, it spits everything out. (Yes, I've tried hobbies, and nothing sticks there either. I've never really found rewards or satisfaction there, so...)

Decades ago as a kid, I was a voracious reader, although studying literature took the pleasure of it away from me. It took time and discovering fanfic that brought me back to reading, but at the time the internet was starting to be a thing, too, and it can't have helped the attention thing. AFAIK I'm not ADHD but then again, I couldn't get a proper diagnosis (the therapists I saw were either dismissive or just about The Talking, which was pointless for me).

I just wonder how it all disappeared, you know? Sometimes I find something that catches my attention for a while - a book (but I read quite quickly when motivated), a fandom... but it's been a while now, and it's just so frustrating! When is it going to come back? Will it ever? *gulp*

I know that books were escapism when I was a child, and then fandom was escapism, but at the moment I find myself grabbing at air and my empty hands are mocking me. Give me my escapism baaaaack!

So, uh. Anyone here with me?

--

Yes.

I felt like that during part of lockdown. Anhedonia is common in those kinds of circumstances.

Getting your mojo back is certainly possible, but you may need to go see a professional about depression and have some chemical assistance (yes, even if you don't feel sad per se), or you may need to change your lifestyle to one that doesn't have the thing causing you to need eleventy billion hours of downtime.

Aside from serious interventions like that, you can consider a social media detox. Remove every source of doomscrolling and time wasting of that type. When the attention span is zero and nothing brings joy, the tiny and useless hits from finishing a game of solitaire or seeing one more instagram post become very attractive. This is a trap. It will suck what little energy and joy you have and make your muscles flabby for the work of getting into an in-depth book/hobby/experience.

I know the feeling of being able to see how the sausage is made, but... well... first, being in a better mental state will make that matter less, and second, reading prose that is more competent will make that less of an issue. A lot of mainstream tradpub genre fiction is not, in my opinion, very well written these days. Obviously, people are still enjoying it, and that's fine, but if you're noticing writers fumbling around, it might be time to check out some literary fiction or some other category known more for prose quality than anything else.

It's also important to have some structure and some things to look forward to. Even if you feel tired, overwhelmed, and busy, sometimes, the answer is to do more... But it must be things that are distinct and significant and that get you off of the couch, like going to one museum every weekend.

I saw some advice once about this kind of thing that phrased it as "One big adventure; one small adventure."

Every week, you should have those two things to look forward to that matter. Check out a new coffee shop. That could be the small one. Go to an event: a gallery opening, a concert, whatever.

Physical exercise and doing some things that aren't as verbal and conscious thought-involving is important too. Painting is a better hobby for zoning out than writing is. Taking long walks in nature is good for most people.

--

The kind of intense, obsessive love I had for reading as a child and that I sometimes have for fandom requires a lot of attention and some time. It's escapist, but that masks how much work it actually was. It didn't feel like work only because we were in training.

If you've filled your brain and your day up with a thousand petty annoyances or minor and useless attempts to feel something, you won't have the capacity for those deeper things.

Because you are already at a point that's equivalent to a bad sprained ankle, trying to get back to running right now won't work. You have to stay off of the ankle for a bit, then build your strength and stamina back up.

[o-sachi]

Fell First & Fell Harder Pt. 1 ‧₊˚ ⋅ Blue Lock Chars. (Request)

ଳ you fell first, but they definitely fell harder ଳ characters; isagi yoichi, barou shoei, reo mikage, rin itoshi ଳ tags; fluff, gn reader, no y/n

ᯓ Isagi Yoichi

"Hm? You wanna go get dinner? Of course. Let's go."

Getting your feelings reciprocated wasn't all that hard. You liked each other and it was all good then. But it was obvious that you took the relationship seriously early on. For a lack of a better term, it was quite one-sided for a while.

He'd be thinking about that fact a lot. Should he be happy? Should he be guilty? So so many thoughts racked his brain.

Eventually—after thinking about it so much—it's like his brain reprogrammed him. A switch was flipped and one day he was lovesick with you. He realized that life wouldn't be the same if you weren't there for him.

Everything you did for him—piled up—and his heart caved. Isagi thought he was the biggest fool for not taking you seriously as well when you first started off.

The whippest of whipped men—I tell ya. He'll indulge you in every little wish and desire you had. Absolute princess treatment from him. But he does unironically call you "queen."

ᯓ Barou Shoei

"What are you talking about? I've always been serious about you!"

The only reason he didn't pour in as much effort at first was because he was too focused on football and improving himself. You fully supported him and his dreams though. Instant brownie points!

He realizes how determined you are to stand behind him no matter what. Slowly, but surely, he builds up so much gratitude for your efforts that he softens over time.

He also realizes that you don't deserve to just cheer him from behind. As a matter of fact, you should be right beside him instead—celebrating his wins as if it were your own.

Barou tries to do the same and support you in the things you love. He'll even learn a thing or two about your hobbies so that you can bond over that as well. He tries so hard to make the relationship so equal and fair. His attempts give you the butterflies.

He will deny at all costs that he didn't love you as much as he did now. Barou will insist that he had loved you soooo much ever since. You knew he was sugarcoating to save your feelings, but it was endearing how he tried nonetheless.

ᯓ Reo Mikage

"New shoes? What about some jewelry? C'mon, let me spoil you a bit."

He was a bit reserved about your relationship at first. You were lovely and every positive adjective out there—but he had his reasons to be iffy. He's stinking rich and people have definitely taken advantage of that before.

However, you weren't like his previous lovers. You could care less about his wealth; you loved him simply for him. Painstaking as it was—you made sure that he'd realize that somehow.

And he does notice this. It was subtle, but he'd slowly ease up on you—becoming more open, spending more time with you, and being more affectionate overall.

You know he's wrapped around your little finger because he just introduced you to his parents. That's when you know it's getting SERIOUS.

When he does fall deeply in love with you, he does a whole 360 and starts spoiling you like crazy. He'll treat you out to 5-star restaurants, buy you designer brand clothing, and bring you to places all over the world. As much as you try to refuse and settle for something more lowkey, he will never back down.

ᯓ Rin Itoshi

"You're so annoying... yeah, yeah... I love you too."

He was hesitant at first because he has major abandonment issues (poor baby). He liked you, sure, but that was as far as he'd allow himself to fall for you. "Love" seemed too serious and dangerous for him to get into.

His doubts bled into your relationship and made it difficult. Truthfully, there were times when you questioned if it was worth it. But you persevered; you wanted to prove him wrong.

After a major fight, he was sure that you were going to leave without another thought. He anticipated this moment yet, he felt like he wasn't ready at all for your departure in his life.

Rin was about to go into an existential crisis when... you somehow came back to him. You smiled at him as if nothing had happened. You told him that you still loved him for all his faults. It felt like he was slapped across the face (in a good way).

Once you had helped him overcome his issues, he felt a bit more comfortable with the idea of "loving" you. So much so that he'd do everything in his power to keep you happy at all times. He was sure that he will never come across someone like you again in his life.

o-sachi © 2024 pls do not translate/copy/reupload my work on other platforms.

[hoshinasblade]

What you think Soshiro would do if he found out his gf was insecure about her stretch marks?

this is one of the most recent asks so thank u anon for sending!! im still in the process of going over my posts and editing some stuff (mostly changing my tags lol) and answering asks and putting them on queue. i just really like this one so im posting now (might have some typos as im in my phone hoho). hope u guys like it 🥰

"i don't know," you said as you try to bury your face on the big mug of beer you are drinking. "i haven't even been naked around him, like ever." the last sentence was almost a whisper, as if you were saying it to yourself more than confessing it to your nosy friend.

"aren't you guys dating for months now?" you were expecting this response, sure, but you don't think you were prepared for an answer at all. "honestly girl, your man is like, really hot," your friend picked up a french fry from the plate in front of you and took a bite before speaking again. "if that was me, i would be naked with him 25 hours a day."

"we only have 24 hours a day," you reminder her.

"exactly," she winked at you in response.

you did not want to admit it but your friend, a college batchmate from way back, was not entirely wrong. landing a guy like vice-captain hoshina soshiro was never in your bingo card, and truthfully, had it been another girl that he chose to date, you are pretty sure he would be getting some action.

yes, action meaning naked time.

sex.

it was not that you are a prude, or worse, a conservative who thinks that women are ought to be virgins otherwise they are worthless. and it wasn't also that you haven't done some things with your boyfriend hoshina as well, considering how you are very much aware how he's so good with his hands. no, the issue is that except for that one time during your fourth month together when it almost happened, you have not gone all the way with hoshina at all.

you simply attributed it to him being a gentleman, but hoshina did not dare ask when you stopped him that one time. but you should have known that at some point, he is going to want to know why it seems you don't want to be intimate with him.

"is it me?" he asked, trying to hide the slight hurt from his face. "i don't have bad breath, do i?"

count on hoshina to crack a joke during such a serious situation. he just got home from his scheduled weekend duty that night, and although claiming that he's exhausted from work, hoshina was apparently not tired enough. so a chaste peck on your lips turned to a heated makeout session that turned to him taking his shirt off.

he was kissing the soft skin down your neck towards your chest when you froze just as he was about to take your blouse off.

"come on, talk to me." hoshina's voice was gentle, and an annoying voice inside your head murmured something along the lines of how he deserves someone better, with how you're acting right now. "hey, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. i don't mind. but if something's wrong, i'd prefer if i know about it."

you sighed. hoshina doesn't necessarily deserve someone better; he just deserves the truth.

instead of telling the truth, you showed it to him.

as soon your top was off, your fingers started tracing the thin, white lines on the skin near your ribs. these lines look like thread that stretch to your sides. you even have some close to your inner arms. you were avoiding hoshina's eyes when you pointed out how these stretch marks extend until your hips.

"i think i just feel weird about other people seeing it," you said. "i mean, they don't look pretty."

now that you've said your piece, you felt a bit relieved. in reality you know it sounds so shallow, superficial even. but as a girl - as a woman - you were no stranger to other people's expectations of how you should physically look. in the end, perhaps you just did not want to disappoint hoshina by showing him just how imperfect you are.

you were surprised when hoshina unbuckled his belt and began undoing the buttons of his pants. mouth agape, you just did not foresee this reaction.

"w-what are you doing?"

hoshina stripped until he was only on his boxers. stretching one of his legs out in front of you, his hand slowly lifted the hem of his underwear until you can see the flesh of his upper thighs.

"oh i have those too," he said, showing you white, indented streaks up to his hips. "i think you get them when you grow, i'm not hundred percent sure."

hoshina's forefinger continued trailing on his own skin. "it's okay if you don't think they're pretty, you know. not everything has to be beautiful. what you have to remember is that having stuff like this, is completely normal."

you should have known because it was after all the reason you love him - everyone might admire vice-captain hoshina soshiro mainly because of his leadership skills and out-of-this-world physique, you fell for him because he's the most reasonable and kind man you have ever met.

"i love you, you know that right?" you asked.

hoshina could only chuckle. "and all these time i was worrying you didn't want to be naked with me because you were hiding a tattoo of narumi's face somewhere there."

it was your turn to laugh. hoshina grabbed one of your hands, caressing it. "hey look, it's just skin, okay? it's just skin but it's still you." looking right at you, hoshina smiled. "it's still you, and i love you."

[fitzjamesbulletwound]

well i finally made it... here's my episode by episode deep dive into every joplittle moment in the entirety of the terror for all of my fellow joplittle freaks out there. i can't draw or write fiction but i CAN be insane about details :) i did my best to edit this so please forgive me if there's typos or things that don't make sense. and a final note before you start reading- i think i make a point to say this in some instances but it bears repeating at the beginning- i could certainly be wrong about some of these observations as they are largely in the background and usually happen very quickly while something more front facing is happening in the scene. i did my best though!

Episodes 1&2- basically nothing, at the dinner scene in episode 1 we can infer that jopson shuffles behind edward at one point but there’s no onscreen proximity or eye contact. neither of them are in episode 2 at all. 

Episode 3: we have one of the joplittle scenes to end all joplittle scenes in this episode. When edward is talking to crozier, blanky, jirv, and hodgson about his fears of netsilik retribution, jopson knocks and walks in the door. When he enters the room, edward immediately stops talking, makes eye contact with him, then starts tugging his jacket down, almost to the point of squirming and fidgeting. Jopson walks into the room making eye contact with edward with the tiniest smile on his face and his eyes are so bright and interesting in this scene. And i think there could be some arguments made that this is just how these two are but i have some additional thoughts- yes edward is an awkward guy but he outranks so many people in that room, jopson most of all, and yet he immediately stops speaking and becomes visibly flustered when jopson walks in. And their eye contact lingers for such a long time before jopson looks to crozier, the person he actually came to address. And just again with how bright jopson’s eyes are and the tiny tiny smile he has on his face when he’s looking at edward that then turns a little more serious when he turns to address crozier. It’s such an interesting scene! 

later on when the terror boys are going across the ice to sir john’s funeral, jopson is walking behind edward… he might be looking at him but it’s very hard to tell so i hesitate to even include that instance. HOWEVER during the camera pan when crozier is reading sir john’s eulogy, we see jopson looking up at one point, and then his gaze briefly comes down to the person directly in front of him… which is edward. 

Episode 4: When crozier is sitting in the dark drunk and depressed and probably listening to the cranberries and jopson comes in, the script says he shows somebody down the hall five fingers, probably to indicate “give me five minutes”. Since he then says that lieutenant little is asking about the meeting, we can presume they came to see crozier together. 

When jopson is giving crozier the headlines of the meeting, the way he talks about what he knows from edward sounds more like it was from an actual conversation they had vs the other two he mentions- he says “mr reid reports” and “lieutenant irving has what sounds like a pressing issue”- both of these expressions imply that he was doing exactly what crozier says he does- hearing everything. but with edward it’s “lieutenant little is wondering, he says/thinks this this and this”. The language used to describe what he knows about what edward will report on is much more direct and familiar. I think ned and jopson were hanging out before they came to see about the meeting with crozier hehe

In the scene where heather gets his shit rocked it’s very hard to keep track of edward and jopson but there is proximity and it’s very possible a few times that they might exchange glances. It certainly seems that when edward goes below decks to arm the men jopson watches him go. 

Episode 5 ended up being the most fruitful for pretty clear glances and looks that i had never noticed before

when jopson comes in with the tea tray he and edward look at each other the whole time Jopson is walking to the table to set it down

after Jopson says “consider it done sir” edward watches him as he walks out of the room until crozier stops him, then he looks at crozier

Ned could definitely still be looking as Jopson answers crozier, the line of sight is correct and in the script it specifically says that little has to look away from Jopson (not crozier) as they discuss the whiskey because it makes him so sick that this is being discussed right after talking about hornby’s death

A lot of proximity during the Silna and crozier conversation but I don’t think they look at each other.. Jopson might be looking at Edward when he walks in with silna and he might glance at him when he walks past him after setting the tea tray back down but I’m not sure. 

In the script it says that jopson and little exchange a look when crozier says he’ll go to get the alcohol for blanky’s surgery but it looks like it’s him and hodgson looking at each other.. however edward looks at someone offscreen too that would make sense to where jopson is standing at the time. There’s a lot of proximity in that scene where they carry blanky down and set him on the table

Damn that extremely prolonged eye contact when taking the whiskey shots is so interesting too? Especially since it seems like jopson struggles to take the shot.. It seems like he might not drink a lot and that could be for 2 reasons- another callback to historical jopson and him being lashed 30 something times for drunkenness or it could be because of his mother’s addiction which at this point in the story we don’t even know about it. Either one would make sense but if anyone has any ideas please share them

they are right next to each other while blanky gets his leg cut off

In the script it says that jopson brings edward into the room for the meeting with crozier after blanky’s surgery, I believe they are the last two to join but even if not.. interesting for sure.

when crozier stands up to give the whiskey to jopson to pour out, Jopson is looking down but for just a moment before he turns to crozier again he looks at edward

Aaaaaand edward then watches crozier take the last drink of whiskey but then he looks right at Jopson!!!!

When crozier goes to his berth it pans over to Jopson and he eventually looks at ned AGAIN

Ugh I loved this episode because there was truly so much to notice and like it’s there! I need to know why!!

Episode 6: okay we have one of THE joplittle scenes and god fucking bless Liam for his commentary here because there’s just so much to it… like the fact that he’s trying to convey to Edward that things are bad but they will be okay with a single look suggests such a familiarity and closeness and understanding between them because like how would you communicate that with a look to someone that you weren’t on fairly intimate terms with?? (need to make post about other pairs that talk through eye contact in the show, like hickey and tozer). at the very least we have to assume they confide in each other and understand each other to a certain degree and like now we’re slightly straying into delulu land but I love how protective Edward looks when hickey walks over and kinda gets close to jopson lol edward is already watching jopson walk away and he gives hickey this little glare when he realizes hickey is too. also just the simple fact that they were eating together??

When Reid bumps into crozier at carnivale and little tells him to step back he’s looking at jopson and when it cuts to jopson he’s looking back at him

They exchange a glance in the background of crozier reacting to hoar and crispe in the big pot lol

Jopson watches Edward for most of the little clip where crozier is walking away after telling the men to get of the pot

After crozier says they’ll be abandoning the ships and walking Edward looks over at jopson for a long time

When crozier is saying “they are a good people who we can greet as friends” jopson looks over at Edward and looks him up and down twice… that’s 4k babyyyy, that one was crazy

When Stanley sets himself on fire and it cuts to the crowd Edward definitely looks around until he sees jopson in front of him

It’s extremely hard to tell but at one point it looks like ned crozier and jopson are all moving together looking for an exit and ned briefly puts his hand on jopson’s back or at the very least reaches for his back wtffffff

Mmm not sure about this one but in the background of the cleanup scene you can see Edward helping people and it looks like jopson may be with him

Episode 7: ugh the promotion sceeeeene idk what i can say that hasn’t already been said but i will always always always point out that this is the happiest we EVER see Edward in the show, his smile is so huge and throughout the scene he keeps giggling to himself and when he’s still sitting down you can see him kinda do an eyebrow raise thing like “oh my god well I wasn’t expecting that but this is amazing” HE LOVES THAT MAN UUUGH AND THE WAAAAY he looks so fondly at him after he shakes his hand and he just keeps smiling and giggling like everyone is so happy in this scene but Edward is the happiest…

Episode 8: when crozier is yelling at edward for arming the mutiny jopson is turned around watching ned.. Ugh :( 

another shot of jopson turning to look at ned before he looks at crozier in this scene 

eye contact when Edward walks into the tent where Irving’s body is

definitely some potential eye contact when they’re asking hodgson to confirm that hickey lied

jopson watches Edward when he’s explaining why they shouldn’t trust the marines

edward is looking at jopson right before crozier says to find the carpenters

Episode 9: what i believe is the last joplittle scene…. god it’s so rough. I feel like jopson is so hurt because he knows his time is coming and i feel like Edward thinks everyone in that tent including jopson will be able to continue to haul south… ugh and then jopson just stares Edward down the whole time when dundy starts talking :(

Episode 10: when edward is walking to the tent to address the men his gaze lingers on the sick tent where jopson is now…

i also find it very interesting that he was all about going south and leaving the sick behind in episode 9 but completely changes his tune now- i know that this has to do with saving crozier but he makes such a strong argument for not leaving the ill behind (although he of course obviously somehow does) that it makes me wonder if jopson had anything to do with that.. like a big difference between when they first made the proposal and now is that jopson could still haul when they suggested it before but he can’t now

And his reasonings point to jopson a lot too- “9 so ill they can’t walk, only 2 able bodied lieutenants” like he was thinking of him!!

and one last fucking thing before I fucking die- edward’s last word “close?” mirrors some of jopson’s first- “we’re close sir”.. They are the last two to be found by crozier, two of the men who saw almost everything and died last… ugh. 

Final thoughts: i will constantly make the argument that when it comes to the terror, absolutely nothing is on accident. Nothing. Some of the scenes i described can certainly be debated but the simple fact is, edward and jopson spend a lot of their scenes together exchanging looks and watching each other. It is safe to assume based on their roles that they must share at least a small amount of familiarity but i think that these shared glances suggest a deeper connection. They seem to be able to communicate seamlessly without ever really speaking to one another and when they aren’t communicating through their eyes, they are still watching each other in shared scenarios. I would love to know more about whether this was just how liam and matthew chose to act their dynamic or if there’s more to say about them. Either way i’m going to keep being delusional about them because i love them together and i think there’s ample evidence to prove that they are more familiar than we might realize

[karasuno-planet]

Taking care of you

Kageyama x manager!reader who gets migraines !

warnings: migraine pain, vision loss

wc: 0.8k

summary: self-assured reader gets a horrible migraine and needs help, despite never asking for it. (pre-established relationship w/ kageyama) (fem!reader)

a/n: I LOVE THE HAIKYUU FANDOM SMMMM <333 you guys are my favs. requests open !! and the tsukki academic rivals fic is in the works for anyone wondering...

(gif not mine !)

One thing you had quickly learned while dating Kageyama is that he's not one for public displays of affection. You certainly weren't secret, hell pretty much everyone knew and was talking about you two, but you kept it private. Especially in front of his opponents. That's why it came as such a shock when you felt his arms aroudn you suddenly in the middle of a practice match.

To say you had a migraine that day was an understatement. Three days into the trining camp, in excruciating heat working late to help the team reform their entire strategies form the bottom up— you were exhausted.

But you were used to the migraines. It was something you could handle. The team is already under so much stress, especially Tobio. His sets hadn't been satisfactory, and he was re-learning everything he already knew from scratch. You couldn't imagine the pressure you knew he already felt, so keeping the pressure of your aching head a secret was nothing in comparison.

That doesn't mean nobody noticed, though. Walking into the first practice set of the day, Coach Ukai made a comment.

"Y/n, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes! Feeling good..."

"Okay, just let me know if you need to take a breather or something."

Had you already been exposed? The last thing you wanted was to be a burden on the team, but the floaters in your vision were a bit hard to ignore. And when the ringing in your ears set in, it got worse. Much worse.

By the third set of the day, you weren't faring well. You stood on the sidelines, taking notes on gameplay, when your vision started to black out completely. You widened your eyes to realize you couldn't see a thing. Your head pounding, you focused all your energy on just staying on your feet.

A deep voice yelled out, "Y/n? Are you okay?"

You recognized it as Daichi's voice, "Don't worry Daichi, I'm just fine..."

You heard Asahi chime in, "uh.. That was Kuroo talking...on the other side of the court..."

Before you knew it, Kageyama rushed off the court, running towards you and supporting you with his hand on your back, "Damn y/n, you can't see a thing, can you?" You recognized his touch and sent in front of you immediately.

"I'm okay, really."

"Sure.." he dismissed you. "I've got you okay? Must be scary, not being able to see..." he mumbled. "Can you walk if I support you? Here.." He started slowly helping you walk towards the exit of the gym.

"KAGEYAMA!" Hinata shouted, "What's going on??"

He sighed, looking back at the court, "She gets bad migraines, but she'll be okay, don't worry."

There was a collective sigh and chatter resumed across the volleyball court now that everyone understood the issue. Some players were wishing you well, but you could hear next to nothing with the ringing in your ears.

"I'm walking her to her room," Kageyama declared to Coach Ukai before continuing to support you to walk.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. SUGAWARA, get in there."

Suga jolted into action, stepping onto the court to fill Kageyama's place.

And that's the last moment you could clearly make out before you woke up.

You were laying on your back, a cold towel draped across your forehead and a blanket over your body. Tobio sat on the floor next to your bed, and turned around to face you quickly when you heard you moving.

"Y/n," he whispered. "Here, have some water." He handed you a bottle of ice water and you took a couple sips.

"Thank you..."

"No problem, but, why didn't you tell me something was wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to distract you."

"That's ridiculous, your migraines are serious and I deserve to know."

"You're right, I'm sorry."

You felt his hand slowly wrap around yours, "No, I...I've been so stressed out and mad at myself I didn't even realize what that might do to you. So absorbed in my own world..."

"My migraine is not your fault Tobio."

"Drink some more," he pushed the water towards you, noticeably keepin ghis voice low and soft to not irritate your head.

You took another sip and sighed, "I'm serious. You have nothing to do with it."

"Regardless, I have everything to do with it now. I'm not leaving your side until you're back to one hundred percent, okay?"

"You don't need to do that."

"But I'm going to," he assured you, squeezing your hand tightly in his, "besides, I'm lucky to be your nurse when you've got quite a few people eager to see you..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I don't think those guys have ever whispered in their lives," he chuckled softly, "I told them to piss off until I say you're ready."

"You're the best, Tobio."

"I know."

Before you could even open your mouth to thank him, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and set you back in your thoughts.

"I don't mind taking care of you, you know."

[masterlist]

[you-call-it-a-dude]

Call It What You Want Pt. 6

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Summary: Regina is in a bad mood because of the events from the previous night. To get her mind off the awkward conversation with her mom, you and Regina do some Black Friday shopping. Unfortunately for Regina, her mom had similar plans

Pairings: Regina George x Fem/Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: internalized homophobia, unresolved trauma, emotions, toxicity

Notes: Jesus isn't the only one back from the dead this weekend lol. It's been a minute. Like a good minute. Probably over a year now. Time flies when you're stressed lol. I appreciate you for sticking with me, for checking in on me. I love you all so much.

Also, just has a heads up I'm sorry LMAO. This chapter was absolutely necessary and one of its purposes is to serve as a reminder that Regina isn't going to no longer be toxic over night, she has a lot to work through, and that she also has some deep issues that you don't exactly know about yet. It's also a reminder that they're college aged and they're not gonna navigate emotions perfectly all the time. But who doesn't love a little drama, right?

This chapter just about has it all: attitude, cute moments, internalized homophobia, unresolved trauma, and toxicity. Next chapter is gonna be messy. I will do my best to take not a whole year to get it out lol

I love you all. Thank you again for your support and patience. I've been out of the writing game for a minute so I'm a little rusty, but I really hope you enjoy this next chapter

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The two of you went to bed on a good note, but you could feel her being restless all night. At one point she even climbed over you to pace the room for a bit. You reached for her, holding her by the back of her thigh and stroked her skin tiredly as you knowingly asked what was wrong.

She pressed one of her knees on the mattress next to you and played with your hair while she lied to you and told she told you she was okay.

You knew she wasn't, but the way she was playing with your hair, her soft skin under your fingertips and the edible you popped before bed made staying awake feel just about impossible.

You woke up first in the morning, rubbing her back and asking her what she wanted for breakfast. She shrugged so you listed off a few options. She responded by sighing loudly and rubbing her eyes, telling you to lay off all the questions.

You managed to annoy her further when you tried to lighten the mood by asking her if she was going to be grumpy like this all day. You weren't trying to intentionally piss her off, but the teasing was a miscalculation on your end.

You knew things were a bit more serious when you rested a hand on her hip, attempting to pull her closer so you could press kisses to her face and apologize.

Instead she pushed your hands away, kicking the blankets off her legs and climbing over you and out of bed with a huff. Her bare feet slapping against the wooden floor as she went to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

You kept your distance for a bit after that. You ordered her some coffee on uber eats and cooked her breakfast. She eventually sat at the table, scrolling on her phone in silence for a bit. When you tried to have a normal conversation with her, she gave you the cold shoulder. Basic responses without even looking away from her screen.

You rolled your neck while you cooked French toast. At this point you figured since she was already in a bad mood, there was no better time to bring up her mom.

"Did you talk to your mom?" You asked casually while flipping a French toast, hissing when it fell off your spatula too soon and you had to use your fingertips to fix it.

"Why are you on my fucking ass about this?" She snapped, slamming her phone onto the table, making you jump. "I thought you weren't pressuring me? This certainly fucking feels like pressure. It's obnoxious. You're being so fucking-" she let out a frustrated noise and cut herself off, shaking her head and taking a deep breath through her nose.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." You said quickly. You had gotten used to her outbursts, but this was the first time it ever truly felt directed at you. She didn't scare you, it wasn't anything like that. Her reaction just made you feel...small?

She didn't acknowledge your apology, but her face softened briefly. It almost looked like she wanted to say something to you, maybe even forgive you- possibly even apologize. Instead her face hardened again and her walls went back up. She shifted her body away from you and turned her attention back to her phone.

You took a step back from the conversation after that. You were just trying to prevent her from losing a relationship with her mother, but maybe those were your own issues with your mother creeping in and you were projecting your shit onto Regina.

Whoops.

There was about ten minutes of silence between you to while you finished cooking and plating breakfast. When you finally joined her at the table, you almost desperately offered up the only thing you could think of that would fix her sour mood.

She perked up immediately when you offered to go to the mall and do some Black Friday shopping. You did shut her down when she asked if you guys could shop downtown again. That just wasn't a crowd you felt like dealing again. Especially today.

She pouted for a moment, but when you told her she could choose go to literally any other mall, she was able to get over it quickly.

She decided to drag you to Old Orchard Mall. Which didn't surprise you since it was typically where most rich people shopped anyway.

She insisted on driving and for the sake of avoiding another unnecessary argument, you reluctantly agreed. Between her grouchy mood and all the people on the highway, Regina was cussing people the fuck out. She was riding on people's ass, almost causing a cluster accidents - all while Christmas songs played in the background.

The fucked up part was you found her erratic driving kind of hot.

The way she would swear when someone was driving too slow, how she'd put her hand on your chest so you would sit back when she merged, or slammed the horn when someone cut her off. She was grumpy, assertive, and just the right amount of mean.

And when it's directed at anyone but you, it's attractive as fuck.

On the otherhand, you also felt like you could've kissed the parking lot pavement when you finally arrived.

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You'd been here for two hours already and you've only been in three stores. You were hot and sweaty, your stomach was growling, and you were getting a headache from all of the perfume smells happening in this Sephora (and you weren't even talking about the products on the shelves in this case).

But Regina looked so happy and so in her element that you didn't even have it in you to be outwardly bitchy. At least not yet.

"Do you like this one, baby?" She asked, dabbing her finger into another eye shadow and adding it to the collection of swatches that were accumulating on your arm.

You learned quickly that one of Regina's love languages was acts of service. That's why, despite how absolutely overstimulated you were, you had her overcoat draped over your arm, her bags from Bath and Body works turning the fingers of your left hand red, and the sleeve of your sweater rolled up with your arm covered in eye shadow swatches.

Her eyes lit up when you took her coat and bags from her so she could look around easily. She even gave you an impressed look when you held out your arm for her to test swatches. She said immediately that she would get it all off as soon as you got back to your place. You nodded in agreement, but truthfully you didn't care if it stayed on or not.

Regina responded more intimately to your actions than you had anticipated her to. You had expected her to be fairly distant with you since you were out in public (and she was grumpy with you majority of the morning). So it took you by surprise when she would publicly be affectionate with you in her own little ways.

She would grab your wrist, rubbing softly at the sensitive with her thumb before dragging one of her fingers down your forearm to reveal the next shimmering shade of eyeshadow. She would grip the back of your sweater while she read the colors on a palette, using you for support because she had to lean in and squint since she refused to wear her glasses in public. She would press against you just barely while she decided between two products, knowing good and well she could afford them both but just didn't have the space for them in her dorm room.

You would trail behind her in each aisle she browsed through. You picked things up to ask questions or make a silly joke, just trying to be playfully annoying to ease your own boredom. She would mostly answer you without looking away from the items in her hand, really only looking up to shoot you a stern look when you would get a little noisy trying to put the items back with shaky hands(hunger clearly starting to get to you).

You were losing steam by the time she got to the perfume aisles. During the rare moments that the aisle was empty, you would stand behind her and smush your cheek on her shoulder to rest comfortably against her while she tested different perfumes. She would hold little slivers of paper sprayed with all the expensive perfumes up to your nose to get your opinion. After any poor reaction, the little shaker of coffee beans always appeared under your nose next.

Occasionally her hand would come up and pat your other cheek or she would rest her head against yours while she read the notes on the perfume bottles. As soon as someone entered the aisle with you, she'd shake you off her shoulder and take a step forward.

It is what it is. Or well, at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

Regina left the store with three make up palettes, hair products she needed to replenish, new skincare stuff for her face, and two new perfumes to add to her already vast collection.

You left with a dry mouth, a grumbling stomach, and a headache that no amount of sniffing dry coffee beans could get ever rid of.

Regina did promise you lunch before making you continue. She said you could pick anywhere and you shyly suggested Cheesecake Factory, asking if that was okay or if it was too expensive. She laughed in your face quite loudly at the thought of the Cheesecake Factory being labeled as expensive.

Once you were shown your table, you quickly pulled off your sweater, feeling like it was practically sticking to you at this point. You tossed it into the booth, set your phone and wallet down on the table and excused yourself to use the restroom.

You returned after a few minutes, confused to see Regina looking stressed out and mildly annoyed while she spoke to animatedly to someone. Her phone was set in front of her so you assumed maybe she had taken a phone call, though that really didn't make much sense to you either.

When she noticed you returning, she made eye contact with you. Her eyes flashed up at you angrily, confusing you even more.

You approached the table and finally realized what the issue was; her mother was sitting across from her. All of her own shopping bags crammed into your booth. Your sweater, phone, and wallet all shoved over to Regina's side now.

"Hello." You say, approaching the table cautiously. Regina grumbled and scooted over for you, while Mrs. George adjusted in her seat to give you a friendly smile and a handshake.

"Hi there! You must be Regina's friend." She put her hand out palm side down and you gripped her fingertips delicately and shook her hand. "June."

"Yes, hi, Y/N." You smiled softly as you introduced yourself. You slid into the booth, getting comfortable next to Regina. "It's so nice to meet you." You said, doing your best to prevent the situation from getting more awkward than it already was.

But let's be real, you could feel the tension and annoyance radiating off of Regina right now.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your little lunch date here." She said, picking up the menu to glance it over. Regina tensed up again at her calling this a lunch date (which it kinda was) and took this as an opportunity to give you your phone, setting it on the table in front of you face up with a slight slam. "I saw my Gina sitting here and I just had to sit down." She laughed, but when her laugh died down she cleared her throat and shifted nervously in her seat.

"I totally understand." You smiled at her again even though her menu is up. You just felt so awkward and didn't know what else to do.

Regina tapped your phone screen, revealing that she had texted you multiple times. You picked your phone up with shaky hands, almost too scared to see what she had even said.

Regina(1:13pm): can you PLEASE stay in the bathroom for now? Please

Regina(1:13pm): my mom was here shopping too ig and stopped to eat and spotted me. I just need enough time to get rid of her. Please

Regina(1:14pm): helloooo?

Regina(1:15pm): of course you left your phone at the fucking table. Nice.

You read the messages and felt the panic begin to set in, typing a response out with nervous fingers.

Me(1:27pm): Baby I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Do you want me to leave?

Her replies came in quickly, literally within seconds of each other.

Regina(1:28pm): yep

Regina(1:28pm): idk

Regina(1:28pm): fuck

Regina(1:28pm): no please don't.

You read her messages with a small frown. Before you can reply back, June set her menu down dramatically.

"I think I'm going to get their vegan cobb salad." She stated, pulling a glass of water closer to her. "What about you two?"

Regina's leg bounced anxiously under the table. You press your knee against her thigh as an attempt to calm her down, but instead she shifted and moved her legs away from you.

You tried not to let it bother you too much.

"Just the house salad." Regina said, obviously very annoyed.

You frowned again because you know Regina wanted to order four cheese pasta. She had talked about it on your walk over to the restaurant.

You also knew Regina had a history with eating disorders. Your knowledge on it isn't super extensive. What you know is pretty much what you've heard about in high school and what you've observed in your time together.

The way she didn't like you to look at her while she ate, how she preferred you be the first one to start digging in. The way she will rarely ever finished a plate and would typically send you back to your dorm with her leftovers. On the rare occasions she finished her meal, she was immediately in a bad mood afterwards until she could find the time to go to the university rec center. You always offered to go with her, she always declined.

It was very apparent that while Regina does her best to work through her eating disorder and the behaviors associated with it, it's also very clear that eating around her mom, even just being around her mom in general, brought up some issues for her.

Many issues, it seemed.

"Oh gosh. Don't everyone get a salad on my account." June teased. "I have dinner with a friend later so I'm keeping it light. I really only stopped in here because of your father. He loves the peanut butter cheesecake." She looked at you when she reveals this tidbit and you just smile.

"I don't know why you're sitting with us then." Regina grumbled under her breath.

The whole table heard it though. Her mom very clearly heard it.

"I think I'm gonna go with the four cheese pasta today. I'll get back into salads after Christmas." You joked as an attempt to keep the mood light. June thankfully let out one of those rich people laughs, so you assumed a potential crisis was averted.

"Good choice! That's Gina's favorite. I'm surprised you're not ordering it, hun." Her mom asked confused.

"Because I don't fucking want it. Can you drop it?" She said lowly through gritted teeth, her best attempt to keep her attitude at bay.

Her mom essentially just brushed it off and ignored it though.

"So, Y/N, tell me a bit about yourself?"

You looked between the two of them, your way to subtly ask for permission to speak. Regina rolled her eyes and nodded. You took that as a sign to continue. It wasn't a great sign, but a sign nonetheless.

You hated talking about yourself. You were so nervous right now, you were lucky if you remembered your last name. For the briefest moment you even thought about just making shit up. You sat up straight, deciding to keep it simple and not too personal.

"Um, yeah, of course." You cleared your throat. "I'm from the city, I went to North Shore as well. I have an older brother and also a younger brother and sister. So I'm smack dab in the middle." You laughed awkwardly, unsure of what other information would be appropriate to share about yourself.

"Okay, that's enough." Regina interrupted, effectively stop

"Are we all ready to order here?" A bubbly waitress said as she approached your table, not allowing you or Regina's mom to say anything to her about her rude interruption.

Everyone ordered their food. You were the only one to order soda with your meal. Regina and her mom both deciding to stick with water and asking for a lemon to put inside of it.

"So, who are we shopping for today?" June asked, leaning in like it was a secret.

"Me." Regina said with some bite to it and you can't help but sputter out a laugh. It was crass and rude, meant to be taken seriously. There was just something about it that you just found funny.

June made eye contact with you briefly and cracked a smile, seemingly thankful for turning what would've probably been an argument into something less serious.

"Like mother like daughter." June teased and you swear Regina smiled the tiniest bit before shaking her head.

"While I'm being honest, I wouldn't mind getting Y/N some new clothes while we're here." Regina slipped in casually and you look at her with furrowed eyebrows and purses lips because that was news to you.

"Perhaps something with a little more color." Mrs. George whispered to Regina and you looked down at your mostly black ensemble.

Grey t-shirt, black sweatpants, black boots. The sweater you wore that is currently shoved in the corner next to Regina was also black. Oops.

"Exactlyyyy." Regina agreed, the tension slowly melting away from her body.

"I have your father's Amex with me." June sang in a suggestive tone and Regina perked up a bit, both of them both looking at you.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, fiddling with your rolled up silverware napkin.

"Well?" Regina asked, and you weren't really sure what to say.

"I don't have money like that. I can't pay you back." You said quietly, cheeks flushed slightly from embarrassment.

"We don't care about the money." They both said in unison.

"Maybe. I'll think about it." You swiped at the condensation on your glass of coke with your thumb.

"We can shop around and see what we find." June said in an attempt to be reassuring.

"It'll be great!" Regina added on, turning slightly to face you and letting her hands drop to her thighs. She rubbed her palms nervously against her jeans while her mom chatted on about what stores to go to.

Eventually June picked up her phone to look for 'inspiration' and once Regina was sure her mom wasn't looking, one of her hands slid over to your thigh. She squeezed reassuringly while she typed and sent out a cluster of texts to you with her free hand.

Regina(1:52pm): please, baby?

Regina(1:52pm): it'll be so fun I promise

Regina(1:52pm): money isn't an issue

Regina(1:53pm): it'll be so hot if you do this for me

You watched your screen as the messages came in, turning your head to look over at her in disbelief at the last text. She didn't look up at you, but she smirked at her phone.

Regina(1:55pm): do this for me and I'll do something for you laterrrrrr

Okay, well that part caught your attention and she knew it. She set her phone down, not even caring about the response you were going to give her because she knew she already had you convinced. The possessive squeeze to your thigh before she returned her hand to the table let you know that as well.

Regina and her mom talked a game plan and you silently observed.

Regina seemed to have such a hot and cold relationship with her mom, but clearly shopping was neutral ground for them.

You could still catch glimpses of nervousness in Regina. The way her leg would bounce when her mom would say literally anything. The way she would pick at her cuticles when there was a silence for too long, trying to figure out a way to keep some sort of conversation going.

Eventually lunch arrived. Regina and her mom barely touched their salads. You were absolutely hungry and wanted to demolish your plate of pasta, but you ordered intentionally to share with Regina later. So you showed some restraint.

The three of you each left with your own take out containers(and cheesecake). Somehow you ended up carrying everyone's food, but you didn't mind.

The first store they dragged you into was Zara. You already knew this experience was going to be uncomfortable, but when June made a beeline for clothes that weren't even close to being your style, you definitely felt your anxiety go up.

You didn't have a chance to sit with that anxiousness long. Regina grabbed her mom by the arm and silently direct her to a different section of the store.

Before going off in her own direction, Regina stepped behind you and flipped your shirt back just enough to silently check your size. You could only assume that the text she sent was to let her mom know of that information as well.

You sat on the first chair you could find, sighing in relief. You were holding everyone's food, Regina's shopping bags, and a few of her mom's bags as well. You rested your head against the wall, watching Regina pick clothes for you off the rack and hook the hangers on her fingers.

Occasionally you would search for her mom, curious to see what she was picking out for you. You would catch her looking at Regina to what she was picking out, then looking back at you to determine if the shirt she was holding was a good color or style for you.

You expected to see more bright and vibrant colors, pinks and purples that just screamed Regina (and June). You were surprised to see that they kept the colors dark and earthy for you, mostly experimenting with different patterns as opposed to colors.

Don't get it twisted, there were definitely some ugly things in both of their hands.

"Y/N," June called to you, beckoning you over with her head. "Come here, hun."

You nodded, adjusting all the bags in your hands and arms, making your way over to her.

One of the bags you were carrying caught a shirt and knocked it to the floor, forcing you to go through the embarrassing process of picking the shirt up while doing your best to not knock over another one.

By the time you made it to her mom, you were flustered from being embarrassed; the heat from the store, your sweater, and all the shit you were carrying were not making things any better.

"I just wanna see..." she held up a shirt with a rather eccentric pattern to your torso, chewing her lower lip as she took time to think about if she liked it or not. "Maybe this one." She put that shirt aside and pulled another from the pile folded over her arm, holding it against your torso next. "Mhmm." She nodded her head, pulling that shirt away from you and adding it back to the pile. "So tell me, Y/N," she began casually, grabbing another shirt from the pile.

"Yeah?" You asked confused, looking down at the next shirt she was holding up against you. You took in its appearance, assuming she was going to ask your opinion.

"Are you the 'not a boy' that Regina is seeing?" She asked you quietly and casually, letting this almost earth shattering question flow out of her mouth as if she was talking about the weather.

You searched around to gauge Regina's proximity. She was a good bit away from you two, looking at some pants.

"No-I mean, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know." You babbled frantically, too afraid to say the wrong thing.

Or in this case, maybe too afraid to say the right thing?

"It's okay." She said softly, her smile reassuring. She pulled the shirt away and folded it over her arm with the others. "Let's find Regina and head to check out."

"Shouldn't I try everything on first?" You asked, feeling a bit overwhelmed about everything that has happened in the past three minutes.

Still, you followed her toward Regina, too scared to be left behind or abandoned.

You smiled when you saw the back of Regina's head, already eager to be in her presence. June called out to her, waving her over when Regina turned to face you. You could tell immediately when you saw her face that Regina looked like she was gonna be absolutely bitchy toward her mom.

"Mom, I already grabbed that shirt. This one too." She said immediately when she approached the two of you . They spent a moment looking between their hauls, Regina forcing her mom to put back any duplicates. "Let's go pay."

"All of those?" You asked again, your eyebrows raised in sheer shock of the size of their combined haul for you.

"Whatever you don't want or don't like, we'll just return it." She said simply with a shrug. "What size pants are you?" She added quickly, changing the subject and holding up the small stack of pants. It looked to only be two pairs of pants, just in multiple sizes.

"Uh, these." You said after looking through the options, managing to lift your weakened and exhausted arm to point to the correct size with your knuckle.

She hummed and pulled your size from pile, balancing them on your occupied arms briefly so she could return the other sizes to their areas.

You both met up with her mom in line at the register. The wait not too unbearable for Black Friday.

When they began scanning items and the total began racking up, Regina shooed you away because she could see you stressing out over the price.

You waited outside of the store, mostly as an attempt to cool down. They joined you outside a few minutes later with five more bags and you struggled to figure out how you were going to carry all of them.

Though you were honestly hoping Regina was ready to go home.

Instead her mom announced she had canceled her dinner plans, wanting to know if you guys wanted to do a bit more shopping. Regina of course agreed on your behalf. The three of you made the short walk back to parking lot to drop off the bags, then returned back to shop.

You really didn't want to complain because Regina seemed to be having an okay time with her mom. You also didn't want to be annoying after they had just spent so much money on you. But god, your feet hurt, your head hurt, your back hurt.

You could handle shopping at the mall at like a normal level. This was absolutely shopaholic level shopping, it had to be.

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Regina excused herself to use the restroom while you all shopped the Louis Vuitton store.

Well, they shopped.

You browsed for the briefest moment and swore your eyebrows were going to fly off your face every time you checked the price of something.

June stood next to you as soon as Regina stepped away. She picked up an $1,800 bag, calling it inexpensive before setting it down to look at another one.

"So, Y/N, any plans for winter break and Christmas?" She asked, pointing out two purses that were similar in style just different colors. "Which is cuter?"

"No plans. Both my parents will be out of town, so it'll just be me." You replied, taking in the details of the two bags before deciding which one you thought she would prefer most. "The pink and white one." You nodded when you said it out loud and she agreed immediately.

"Oooh, are you getting a purse, mom?" Regina asked when she returned, her hand grazing your lower back briefly before turning her attention to the purse her mom was looking at.

It felt like torture having Regina so close to you and you couldn't kiss her or touch her. You longed to be in the bubble that the two you created for yourselves.

They hit up one more store before they finally had pity on you. Her mom offered to treat you both to dinner at some steakhouse in Evanston and Regina, once again, agreed on your behalf.

Both of you walked with her mom to her car, helping her reorganize her trunk so everything she bought fit nicely into the space.

Once her mom was out of sight, Regina handed you her car keys and linked her arm around yours, pulling you close to her. She hugged your arm while you walked back to the car in silence.

You unlocked the car, helping Regina put all her bags in the trunk. As soon as you were both in the car, she stopped you from turning on the engine.

You looked at her confused, but instead of saying anything she leaned over the center console and cupped your face while she kissed you deeply and hungrily. Her tongue slipped into your mouth briefly, catching you off guard and making you moan against her lips.

She broke the kiss after a minute or so, leaving you stunned and breathless. Her thumb swiped across your lower lip, wiping away her shimmery lipgloss

"Thanks for today." She said, pulling down her visor to reapply her gloss in the mirror. "I haven't had a nice shopping day with my mom for a while."

"It was nice hanging out with her. She's fun. I'm so glad you thought it was a good day." You smiled, scrunching your nose up at her and she returned the gesture. "Thank you so much for everything today, but you really didn't have to get me all those clo-"

"I don't want to hear it!" She interrupts you by putting her hand up in your face. She grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks between her fingertips. "Just say thank you and maybe eat me out later to show your appreciation."

Your breath hitched, caught completely off guard by her chosen token of appreciation. She knew it, too. You nodded your head and she smirked, adjusting the way she was holding your face so her thumb could trace your bottom lip.

She tugged on your lower lip and you unclenched your jaw for her, parting your lips slightly. You bit the tip of her thumb playfully, taking the chance to catch her off guard and startle her.

You chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to her thumb before releasing it. She pushed some hair from your face, keeping her fingers threaded in the hair near the back of your head while she stared at you.

"What?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows and wiping your face.

"What do you mean 'what'? I can't just stare at you?" She gave your hair a firm tug before releasing it and fixing the mess she made. "I just love you, that's all."

You caught her forearm, pressing soft kisses over her palm, wrist, and the back of her hand.

"I love you, too." You planted one more kiss to the center of her palm before blowing a raspberry, the feeling of it making her yank her hand back.

"Ew, I didn't like that how that felt." She said with a shiver, wiping her hand on her thigh. The action making you throw your head back and laugh.

"Noted." You told her with a smile. "Put the directions in and put some music on, baby." You finally turned on the car, waiting for her to get everything situated before pulling off.

June was already seated by the time the two of you arrived. She had already ordered appetizers and a bottle of wine for the table.

The server came and poured the three glasses of wine, but you kindly asked for a glass of water since you planned on driving.

Dinner was going smooth. Almost too smooth. Conversation was flowing. Regina had a slight buzz since she drank your wine instead. The food was great. Everything seemed to be going perfectly.

Until dessert, of course.

You and Regina were sharing a piece of cake, both too full for your own slices. June topped off her wine and leaned forward excitedly.

"So, Gina, I talked to your dad on the ride over here." She said with a big grin and Regina shrugged.

"Okay?" She raised one of her eyebrows, her lips pressed into a slight scowl at the mention of her dad.

"Well, Y/N had mentioned being alone for the winter break," she began and you could feel your cheeks heating up. "So I talked to your father and asked about bringing Y/N with us to our family trip to Aspen." She reached forward to pat your hand. "All expenses paid of course." She attempted to reassure you. "He said that it was a great idea since your sister was bringing a friend, too."

You could feel Regina stiffen up next to you. All of a sudden your half eaten piece of cake became VERY interesting.

"Why would you do that?" She asked harshly, but her voice was extremely calm at the same time. Like the air before a tornado type of calm. She let her fork drop and pushed the plate of cake away from both of you.

You weren't sure who the question was directed at or who she was more upset with right now. Was it her mom for asking her dad if you could go on the trip? At you for letting it slip in a casual conversation that you'd be spending the winter break alone?

In your defense, you didn't know her mom was going to invite you on their trip. You didn't even know Regina was going on a trip. Hell, you didn't even know she had a sister, but that's a conversation for a different time.

"I just thought you'd want Y/N there. I'm sure your cousins are going to be bringing partners and friends to this trip as well. So, Y/N, honey-" she called to you to get your attention and you looked up at her. "Just think about it, okay?"

You smiled and nodded politely, letting your hands drop to your lap.

"I wanna leave. Let's go." Regina said, already standing up and putting on her jacket.

"Regina, don't. We don't have to leave." You said, looking between her and her mother.

"It's okay, Y/N." She winked at you and wrinkled her nose. It was the first time you really realized how much Regina looked like her mom. You could June's feelings were hurt, but she placated Regina and her outburst. Most likely already familiar with Regina and how she operated. "Really, it's okay." She told you, Regina already halfway to the exit by now.

If you didn't have the keys in your pocket, you'd honestly be concerned about her leaving without you.

"I'm really sorry." You said sincerely, standing up to pull out your wallet and give her money for your dinner. Unsure of what else to do. You just felt like you needed to do something to make you feel better for the way Regina was acting.

"Put that away." She said, her tone teasing but serious as she took another long sip of her wine. "Consider the trip. She'll get over it." She waved her hand, accompanied by an unserious eye roll to show some annoyance with her daughter.

You thanked her again before rushing out to the car. You found Regina impatiently propped up against her passenger side door, tapping her foot anxiously.

When she finally caught sight of you, she began to obnoxiously tug at the handle of the door. You unlocked it with an eye roll and she climbed into the passenger seat, slamming the door.

You entered a few moments after her, already knowing by her vibe that talking wasn't an option right now.

You connected your phone so you could play music and the two of you didn't talk for the entire car ride.

Regina still managed to show she was annoyed with you, even while she was ignoring you. Any time you began to hum along to a song that was playing, she would quickly reach forward and change it to the next song. After her third time doing it, you realized that the issue was definitely you and not the songs.

You kept yourself completely silent the rest of the ride home after that.

You silently hoped things would blow over when you got back to your place. That she would get over it or you guys would talk it out and end the night snuggled in bed together.

Instead, when you killed the engine she let out a shaky sigh next to you as she undid her seatbelt.

"Um," she started, her voice thick with unshed tears as she got out of the car. She spoke to you through the open door and you could hear her feet shuffling against the pavement beneath her. "I think I'm gonna go back to the dorms early." She sniffled, wiping her cheek with the sleeve of her jacket before slamming the door shut.

"What?" You ask confused, unsure if you even heard her correctly. "What do you mean early? You're just gonna go back?" You asked in succession. You were trying to remain patient and sympathetic with her, but you were also trying to keep yourself from puking with anxiety.

You scrambled to get out of the car, forgetting to undo your seatbelt at first. You cursed loudly at yourself when the belt kept you locked in place. You rushed quickly to undo it, exiting the car to talk to her face to face.

"I just think this is all too much too fast, you know?" She blinked rapidly to keep her tears from falling, but it only did the opposite. More tears fell down her cheeks and dripped onto her jacket, leaving little droplet stains.

"What are you talking about? Is it because of the Aspen thing?" You push hair from your face. It wasn't even really in your face, you just didn't know what the fuck to do with yourself right now. "Baby, I won't go! I didn't even know that was her intention when she was asking me about my winter break plans. I didn't know!" You were practically pleading with her at this point, but she continued to shake her head.

"That's not it." She crossed her arms and leans against her trunk, wiping her face again with her sleeve. Her cheeks beginning to turn pink from how roughly she was wiping her tears away.

"So what is it then? Because I'm really confused right now." You were standing in front of her now. You wanted to take her hand, but she was purposefully keeping herself closed off to you.

You settled on gripping her open jacket, pressing your thumb hard into one of the button.

"It's everything! You met my mom, she offered to bring you on a vacation with my whole family, she told my dad about you!"

Ah, there it was.

"What? You don't want people knowing we're friends? Are we not friends, too?" You gave her jacket a tug when you asked it, annoyed with her because she wouldn't look at you.

"No, I don't!" She tried brushing your hand off of her, but you tightened your grip. A small scowl was painted on her lips, but her tears continued to betray her by falling. "I don't know what we are anymore!"

You weren't even sure if she said it because she meant it or if she said it just for the sake of being mean. Either way, it sucked.

"Are you being serious?" You asked in disbelief.

"I don't know. Maybe I am." She said calmly now. She almost looked stunned that she even said it herself. She shrugged her shoulders before doubling down on her words, as if she just snapped into character. "I came to college to fuck around and party. Not fucking settle down with someone in first few months." The words came out sharp, you swore you could feel each one of them cutting into you.

She didn't stutter when she said it. Her voice didn't break or quiver, but her tears continued to drip down her cheeks almost poetically.

"Fine." You huffed. You let your hand drop from her jacket, your palm smacking against your thigh. "You wanna go fuck around and be done? Fucking go."

Her expression hardened and she raised her eyebrows at you, pushing herself off her car and taking her keys from you.

"Get your clothes from my trunk and I'll go." She said, opening up the trunk.

"I don't want that shit." Your voice was laced with hurt and anger. You stepped away from her and held your arm out towards the trunk full of bags, challenging her to say something back to you right now.

"What do you mean?" She looked at you absolutely fucking devastated. You could feel your heart shattering as you continued to go off on her.

"Take it all back. Fuck that. I don't fucking want them. You want to tell me you're in love with me and now all of a sudden you want to fuck around with people and not be settled down. I said I wouldn't go on the trip!" You pleaded again, your own tears falling.

"Just take the fucking clothes!" She began pulling the bags from her trunk and throwing them carelessly onto the sidewalk, breaking out into a full blown sob as she did it. "You don't fucking understand!" She yelled between sobs as she threw your things from her trunk. "You don't fucking understand how much being with my family makes me hate myself!" She balled her hands into fists, pressing them against her eyes as she continued to sob.

Her cheeks were raw from wiping her face, her neck was red from being so upset and worked up. You wanted this argument to be over. You didn't even think it would escalate to this in the first place.

"Just come inside-"

"Fuck going inside!" She shouted, her voice cracking slightly.

"Yo! Do I need to fucking call the cops on you two?! Are you good?!" One of your mom's disgruntled neighbors shouts from his window.

"We're fine!" You both shout back in unison, not breaking eye contact with each other.

You hear him mumbling to himself about taking this shit elsewhere before slamming his window shut.

"Regina." You call to her softly, trying to resume this fight in a less confrontational way.

"I'm sorry." She whispered tearfully, tangling her hands in your hair to pull you in for a wet kiss.

You cupped her face and kissed her back deeply, her other hand gripping the back of your sweater tightly while you kissed.

Afterwards, you picked up the bags strewn across the sidewalk and front lawn, a sense of relief washing over you when she took a few from you and helped you bring them inside. You assumed she was raising a white flag. That the argument was over.

So you understandably felt incredibly fucking stupid when still packed up her things and left.

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Brothers AU! Sukuna Fluff Headcanons: Yuji crushing on Sukuna's s/o

Summary: Things with Sukuna have been going good, you're both happy and it's about time that you meet his family. The only issue is that Sukuna didn't take into account that his younger brother might take a liking to you too.

Warnings: no curses! au, fluff, swearing, some mention of deceased parents, sukuna being sukuna, hopefully that's it

Gender neutral! Reader

Lovely divider from @benkeibear !

♡- When you and Sukuna first got involved with each other, it was nothing serious. There was an understanding that you both just wanted to have fun with no commitment

♡ - This set up worked just fine- for a while

♡ - At some point, you both stopped seeing other people and became exclusive, spent more time together just talking and bonding

♡ - This is when Sukuna realizes he needs to have an important conversation with you, he's never been this into a relationship before, but he knows that he has some baggage that you should know about

♡ - On your end, you're just about ready to say 'i love you'- it's been a few months of messing around and about half of that was you both falling for each other.

♡ - So when you two are hanging out it's obvious that you both have something on your minds, it's not ruining the mood just an obvious need to talk

♡ - You both hold it off until the end of the night when you're in his car and he's dropping you off. Before you leave you give him a kiss and end up just leaning on his shoulder

♡ - It's the perfect moment to tell him, something out of a movie- so you look into his eyes and see just how soft he's become for you. Sukuna's not the type to show his love through words, even physical affection is hard for him- so he depends on small gestures; the love in his eyes, how softly he holds your hand, remembering your favorite foods and filling up your gas tank

♡ - Sukuna's thinking about just how much he wants to be with you for the rest of his life, and that means he can't keep important things from you. It's one of the few times that he's nervous, what he's about to tell you could be a deal breaker

♡ - You smile as Sukuna closes his eyes as you both speak up

♡ - "I love you/ I've got a kid"

♡ - While Sukuna is blanking at what you said, you're chewing him out

♡ - "Sukuna, wtf? You have a kid? When? With who? Where is it???" You are so confused and a little upset- this is something you can't just throw out there

♡ - When he comes back from his thoughts, he takes the time to explain everything to you

♡ - Turns out he in fact, does NOT have a child- rather he helps raise his younger brother, Yuji with their grandpa. Sukuna opens up about how their parents died when he was 10 and Yuji was just 3, that he's been helping take care of him ever since

♡ - Sukuna explains that, while Yuji is in their grandpa's custody, he's old and can't do much- so Sukuna stepped up and handles most of the responsibilities: helps with rent, cleaning, food, but mostly Yuji

♡ - It's a lot to take in, probably the most he's told you since he met you so it's your turn to be shocked

♡ - He leans back in his seat and sighs, "Listen- I get if that's a deal breaker- shit, it would be for me"

♡ - You take in the info dump before you realize just what he said at the end and you have no choice but to massage your temples, "Sukuna, babe, what the fuck?"

♡ - At that, Sukuna gives you a frustrated look before you keep talking

♡ - "First off, that was a lot to process- don't get me wrong, I'm happy you opened up to me, but damn you could've picked a better way or method or something" you sigh and grab his face "Thank you for telling me that... and no that's not a deal breaker- you're stuck with me, you moron"

♡ - The relief he feels is unimaginable, like a weight just got lifted off his entire body. Instead of saying anything, he just leans into your hands and sighs- you know just how relieved he is

♡- With that out of the way, you both go back to normal for the next few days- until you bring up Yuji

♡- "So, when am I gonna meet him?" This time you're both lounging at your place, he's in the kitchen making something while you're picking out a movie

♡- Sukuna's a little surprised before he responds "Well shit, didn't think you'd wanna meet the brat so soon." He's bringing the food over as he sits down next to you so you can both make a plan

♡ - The next day Sukuna picks you up and gives you a whole warning speech in the car: "Listen, Gramps can be an asshole, but he really does care. He'll like you, so you should be fine. Yuji's a nice kid, but he can act real immature sometimes so don't expect much from him."

♡ - By the time you make it to his place- a two bedroom apartment- you're dizzy from all the info he just gave you, again. It leaves you a little nervous as you walk up to the door and wait for him to unlock it

♡ - "Yuji, Gramps- we're here!" You take off your shoes and look around- the place is quite clean, something probably influenced by Sukuna and his high set standards. You notice an elderly man sitting in a rocking chair- Gramps you assume

♡- He looks over at you two and starts grumbling to Sukuna, "I'm right here you hellion, don't have to yell" Gramps' eyes soften just a little bit as he sees you before moving back to his grandson for an explanation

♡- Sukuna rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around your shoulders "Hello to you too- Gramps, this is Y/n, they're my partner"

♡- There's a soft smile on Gramps' face as he stands up to shake your hand "This is the first time the kid's brought someone home, nice to meet you." You two click instantly and get to talking

♡ - While this leaves Sukuna pretty happy, he's still got one more thing left to handle, "Hey Gramps, where's the brat?"

♡ - The elder of the two huffs "Who raised you to be so rude- he's in his room sleeping, you punk"

♡ - "The hell you mean 'he's sleeping'? It's almost noon he's got school tomorrow" Sukuna storms off down a hall and you hear a door slam open

♡- Gramps can tell you're a little on edge as he waves it off "That's just how he is with his brother- he can be hard on him but that's how he loves- sometimes the kid needs it"

♡ - Just a minute goes by before Sukuna comes back pulling a miniature version of himself with him- without the tattoos, height, and muscles they could be twins. Sukuna's tearing into him about how he 'needs to grow up and stop binge watching those damn worm movies'

♡ - Yuji's still half asleep as he pulls his arm free and complains about Sukuna being a meat-head, until he sees a random person in the living room "Wait- who's that?"

♡ - Sukuna massages the bridge of his nose and gestures to you "That's my s/o, Y/n- be nice and don't say some dumb shit"

♡- When you shake hands you can't help but gush over him, Yuji was like a mini Sukuna, just cuter and more soft "Hi there, Yuji- it's so nice to finally meet you!"

♡- Yuji can't help but enjoy the softness of your hand, how nice your voice sounds, how gentle you smile at him. It takes Sukuna smacking the back of his head to respond "Oh! Uh- nice to meet you too!"

♡ - Just like with Gramps, you click with Yuji instantly as he goes on and on about movies he likes, his friends at school- it's really sweet and you listen to it all

♡ - Sukuna sits himself next to Gramps on the couch and lets himself relax, the most important people in his life are getting along

♡ - The rest of the day goes great- Gramps shows you baby pictures that you gush over and Yuji seems to be glued to your side, you could be wrong but Sukuna seems a bit jealous that your attention's taken

♡ - Sukuna makes dinner but it's still the same, Yuji takes the seat next to you and Gramps talks everyone's ear off. When it's time for you to leave Yuji's like a kicked puppy until you promise to come back next week

♡ - As your boyfriend drives you home, you tell him how sweet his family is and start making plans to visit again. Sukuna's quiet though, just giving short responses until he kisses you good bye

♡ - "I'm serious, Sukuna- I'm really happy you let me meet them" you're hopping out of the car as he walks you to your door

♡ - This breaks him out of his thoughts as he squeezes your hand and gives you a small smile, "Yea, had to eventually- now go get some sleep, you work at 9 tomorrow"

♡ - When Sukuna gets home Gramps is passed out on his chair with the TV still on, it's not too late so he knows Yuji is still up and he needs to talk to the little brat

♡ - Just as he thought, his little brother is eating chips on the bed and watching some weird horror movie- that is until Sukuna steps in front of the TV and crosses his arms

♡ - "Hey! It was just getting good-"

♡ - Sukuna interrupts him by leaning down and snatching the chips, making Yuji jump "Listen, ya little shit, I saw what you were doing and don't even think about it- one: they're too old for you, two: they're mine so just drop it"

♡ - Yuji's cheeks turn pink "It's nothing, Sukuna! They're just really nice"

♡ - At that the older of the two turns to leave the room, "It better be nothing, brat" Sukuna leaves the room and mumbles one last thing "Cause you're in deep shit if it isn't"

a/n shit this took me forever! sorry- i experienced the worst writers block ever over the past few months! hopefully i'll have more energy and time to write, hope yall like this!

[aliceramblez]

BroZone Brothers With An Insecure S/O 😔💗

Tags: GN! Reader, Self-Deprecating Jokes, Low Self-Esteem, Abandonment Issues, Slight Body Insecurities. Fluff/Comfort.

A/N: Here we go with our first request! I really liked this idea as someone who has low self-esteem, and honestly it goes to all of y'all who think you're not good enough— cause you are! Also sorry it took a bit! I've been sick because the universe hates me 🙃

Feel free to leave a request & hope you enjoy! ^^

John Dory

At first, he doesn't really know what to make of it.

He finds it a bit strange, but doesn't question your odd sense of humor, and will sometimes even join in on the joke by saying stuff about himself, thinking it's some sort of inside thing between the two of you.

“Man, I can't believe I'm so clingy, sorry! Feel free to use me as a bad example, at least that way I won't be totally useless, haha!”

“Ha! You think that's bad? Babe, you haven't even seen me when I'm up at night just staring at the ceiling contemplating my life choices.”

It isn't until getting a good smack from Bruce and Floyd that he realizes you're actually being serious. And the prospect of that kinda puzzles him, not gonna lie.

“Look at you, tiger! Got yourself plenty of groupies already— Not surprising honestly. Don't have to worry about backups when you decide you're ready to move on, either!”

After a performance at the Pop Troll village, everyone is gushing over BroZone because of course they are. JD only barely manages to squeeze past the number of fans to get to you on the other side of the podium.

The oldest sibling looks at you in shock, and has to get closer to make sure he heard you right. “Babe, why would you say that?”

Caught off guard, you manage a nervous chuckle as you play with your hair. “I-I mean... Wow, would you look at the time! We gotta meet with Poppy and the others!”

John Dory stops you on your tracks and demands an explanation, which isn't really good for your poor heart. All you can do is kick the dirt and avoid his gaze, since that makes what you're about to say much easier to voice aloud.

“I mean... You're John Dory. You could date any troll you wanted and yet you're sticking with me. It honestly feels like a dream sometimes... And I'm scared of the day you realize you can do WAY better and decide to leave me.”

After processing this, he immediately holds your face in his hands and gives you the most serious expression you've ever seen on him. “I don't want just any random troll... I want you. You're my number one fan, and I'm yours, so don't even think about stuff like that, okay?”

After the exchange, he's always on the lookout for whenever your bad habit wants to kick in again and is ready to stop it ASAP

Spruce/Bruce

He notices it happens mostly when you're working at the cantina.

Whenever you get an order wrong, trip over your own feet or don't remember how to work one of the machines properly, you'll go into an awkward insecure flight response.

You'll say “Oops! Sorry! Clumsy Twinkle Toes, coming through!” while grinning and laughing along with the customers, but Bruce knows that it's affecting you more than you lead on.

It also happens whenever BroZone is getting ready to perform and you don't know what to do with yourself since you're “standing in the way”, despite being told multiple times that it's okay for you to be backstage with everyone else.

When he talks to you about it, you get really uncomfortable and just say that it's no big deal and that you can handle it.

“I've always been a clumsy person, so I guess that's always making me doubt myself over the smallest of things... Sorry if it's annoying.”

Bruce will then proceed to give you a huge warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as he whispers comforting words into your ear.

“Hey, I can be clumsy too! I've always been the worst out of everyone when it comes to choreography. Don't tell JD though, cause I know he'll throw a fit knowing I don't practice.”

He'll throw in other examples that may seem inconsequential to you, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless and smile and giggle through the embarrassing stories he shares.

He helps you get more confident by being there with you while taking orders at the cantina and praising you whenever you get something right— albeit in private as to not embarrass you.

Same goes with rehearsals, where he WILL drag you into the lounge area to hang with his brothers and/or Poppy and Viva when they decide to visit, too.

Overall he wants what's best for you and will try and push you out of your comfort zone, but only in a safe environment where he knows that if something does go wrong, it won't be as catastrophic as you make it out to be in your head.

You never stop thanking him for being your crutch during these times.

Clay

The moment he hears the words come out of your mouth he's completely flabbergasted.

First of all, who said those things to you? Because he swears he just wants to talk to them—

It's at a sleepover with his brothers and the gals at the Bergen Golf Course, and among the many games, snacks and movies watched, pictures are also taken.

As soon as you take a look at the array of selfies, you let out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

“I mean, at least it stays consistent— in photos, I look ugly. And in real life, I'm also ugly!”

As soon as those words leave your lips, Clay is at your side with an almost unreadable expression, only to snatch one of the photos from your hands. “How DARE you say that about the most attractive troll I've ever met? Shame on you!”

He then starts going around the room waving the picture around to his brothers, saying stuff like “Look how attractive my S/O is! I'm dating them!” while you're just blushing profusely and begging him to stop (even though deep down your kinda giddy about it).

After that day, Clay will do small gestures in which he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. Everything to outright saying it each morning, joking about it with his brothers, and even bragging about you to his friends in the Bergen Golf Course.

He's a simp and he's totally okay with that because it's you.

Clay feels like he's the luckiest troll in the world for being able to snatch someone like you since he's “the most boring and uninteresting of the bunch”, so he feels like he's hit the jackpot.

You immediately tell him that he's not boring to you and that he's the best boyfriend ever, which only causes him to smirk.

“Doesn't feel good to know the person you love feels so bad about themselves, does it?”

Finally realizing his reverse psychology, you give in with a laugh. “No, it doesn't. I guess... We can both work on that? Together?”

And so you do, and end up helping each other whenever one is feeling down in the dumps, as a sort of personal cheerleader. You truly couldn't have asked for someone better.

Floyd

You're the kind of person who's very vocal about your interests.

So it's no surprise that you have to catch yourself mid-ramble whenever you're talking about something you're either interested in or knowledgeable about. And with Floyd being such a good listener, it honestly slips your mind more times than you'd prefer.

After realizing you've been talking for too long, you turn pink in the face and start apologizing profusely.

“Sorry! You probably didn't need to hear all of that. They didn't call me ‘Chatter Box’ when I was younger for nothing! Haha...”

But Floyd could care less about any of that. He loves hearing you talk, not just because he's not much of a chatty person, but because he just finds it incredibly endearing.

He'll hold your hands in his own and give you the softest smile ever that just makes you think that it should be illegal to be THIS sweet.

“You're just so cute when you get lost in the moment like that. Besides, I love seeing you happy. By all means, I'm glad you get to do the talking for the both of us, otherwise we wouldn't get anywhere in this relationship.”

You laugh at his attempt to make you feel better and melt under the touch of his lips on your cheek.

After that, whenever you go out either just the two of you or with your group of friends, Floyd will encourage you to express yourself. He does this by either asking you a question directly or subtly incorporating you into the conversation by saying something like. “I think (y/n) knows about this kinda stuff. Don't you, love?”

Obviously this all happens with your consent beforehand, since he doesn't want to put you in a tight spot, either.

Either way, he always values whatever you have to say, since you always bring in new perspectives that maybe others didn't think about before.

He will also encourage you to be yourself and not try and match your topics of conversation with things you think other people will find interesting. You deserve to be happy by sharing what you love with the world.

Poppy and Viva are huge helps in the art of feeling confident by speaking your mind, and Floyd couldn't be happier for you.

You thank him by telling him about your day each night, in which sometimes he'll fall asleep to the soothing sound of your voice, which only warms your heart on so many levels.

“Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, my little chatter box.”

Branch

Just like Clay, this man is ready to throw hands.

Just give him a name and he'll get the job done before sunrise—

He notices that sometimes you struggle with finding outfits for different occasions, either something casual, dressy, classy, etc.

But it's not because you don't have anything in your wardrobe, on the contrary it's pretty much brimming. It's more the fact that you're not satisfied with any of them because you feel like you don't look good in them.

Branch tries to convince you otherwise, saying that you look great no matter what you wear, but you can't help but feel self-conscious in anything that isn't a good old sweatshirt.

He isn't knowledgeable in fashion (clearly) so he enlists the help of Poppy and The Snack Pack to try and cater outfits to your exact measurements, along with any other nitpicks you've had in the past with either texture or material.

I mean, Branch has backup plans to his backup plans, you think he wouldn't keep notes on what kind of stuff his S/O doesn't like— INCLUDING mundane stuff like their clothing?

He surprises you with these, and you can't help but feel attractive in them since he paid extra attending to the complaints you had from your own designs.

“I personally think you look great no matter what you wear. But if you feel so strongly about it, might as well get some stuff you'll actually enjoy wearing.” He'd said when you asked why he did it, and your heart just melted.

You vow to try and work on your self-imagine regardless, which he gets happy over and says he can't wait for you to see yourself the way he does.

[mswyrr]

kanthony thoughts: rivals to lovers done right

I usually prefer Enemies to Lovers to Rivals to Lovers. What is the difference I see there, you might ask? Enemies are on opposite sides of a serious, life and death conflict, and rivals have issues with each other, but their rivalry takes place within the realm of everyday life. For me, I can forgive bad behavior within a serious conflict more easily than if the Rivals to Lovers couple goes over the top in a less serious situation.

I said all that to say: Kanthony is Rivals to Lovers done right. Below are the reasons I see for why.

1- The writers keep putting them in situations where everyone around them is feeling competitive - horse racing, the yearly Bridgerton pall-mall game, the hunt. If everyone around them has their blood up and is vying with each other, it's understandable that the situation brings out the competitive energy and Belligerent Sexual Tension they're both feeling for each other. They don't seem to be going over the top because of some inner excessive pettiness; they're caught up in the spirit of the thing and it's unleashing their repressed feelings for each other.

2- They are both competitive but also "good sports" - they conduct themselves honorably in these scenarios. No cheating, no getting too personal in their swipes at each other. They both love to compete and to win and hate to lose and they're bubbling over with repressed passion for each other, but they'll accept defeat without being childish or over the top mean. They maintain a sense of perspective, even when they're being passionate.

3- Their banter is either sincere or appropriately artful. Example: at the soiree, after Kate hears Anthony talking about ladies as chattels to the other men, she takes a huge risk in confronting him about it- this is a very rich and powerful man and she is a smart person, she knows keeping her secrets close is the safest and best way to do things in her situation. But she cares about him and hates that he'd talk like that - so she speaks up. She longs to connect with him, to understand why he could say such a thing. For his part, he cares that she's so hurt by what he said, he cares about her opinion of him. They matter to each other. This is the "sincerity" category of banter.

Kate saves her sharpest words for when they're alone, communicating two things (1) she likes this man enough that she's willing to risk being alone with him and tell him her truth and (2) he's eager to interact to the point of being willing to take that from her. He's willing to say "why do you hate me?" and truly want to earn her good opinion.

The other kind of banter, the appropriately artful kind, is told indirectly through the competitive games they play. For example: at the horse race she uses talking about horses--and how Anthony has simply chosen the one everyone is choosing--to criticize him for seemingly choosing Edwina simply because the Queen has named her the diamond of this season. But their byplay is all indirect - neither is aiming to wound or publicly humiliate the other. They want to win, but not destroy.

Good "Screwball Comedy" era films (1930s-40s) did Rivals to Lovers this way too - the couple would banter *over something* with subtext going harder but the surface not being too personal - that's the art to good Rivals to Lovers, the delicate balance. It can't feel too much, too mean, or too little.

4 - They are quick to have empathy and compassion for each other. They try to truly listen and see things from each other's point of view. The best example of this, to me, is the end of the pall-mall game - sure, they've been competitive. But Kate shares that she sees herself as a guardian for Edwina, like Anthony is for his sisters. And Anthony not only respects that - he says he sincerely wishes to earn her good favor. For her part, when her parting shot of the ball goes awry, landing near Anthony's father's grave, Kate senses something wrong and cares - she tries to understand how Anthony is feeling and why. She regrets if she "crossed the line" and went too personal - she's aware there IS a line and their rivalry doesn't justify wounding him deeply, even unintentionally. Anthony treats her with the same consideration as well.

This point is VITAL to cross from rivals to lovers - they both want to understand and have compassion and empathy for each other. As they learn more and connect more, the rivalry part wanes (though they'll always love being competitive together - in a sportsmanlike way!) and the desire to connect and understand intensifies. It feels organic as the shift happens because both components have been part of things all along - the urge to compete and the urge to care and understand.

5- They are explicitly paralleled as similar people who have hurt the same way (and tried to cope with that pain similarly). This is true of my favorite EtL ships: the baddie is often symbolically representing part of the goodie or a dark mirror of them etc. RtL often foregoes this so the rival is, like... just some random jerk?? But when they're mirrors or connected on a deeper level, compassion and empathy for the other is compassion and empathy for themselves too - vitally important with two people who don't "listen" to their own hearts like Kate and Anthony. They've buried them deep - but they can "hear" by listening to each other and caring. They can process their own feelings that way and learn self-compassion and self expression.

It's really good and if more Rivals to Lovers was done this well I'd love it! The writing here is certainly a template I'd turn to for inspiration if I ever write an RtL pairing.

[nebelihood]

Hey Arnold College Era; Are we friends? pt03

Fun fact: They are using Jason's car cause he lent it to them. ANYWAYS this conversations happens before the holy grail comic and the haircut. This conversation is the beginning of their last downfall,,, (sorry about all the drama but we know they end up together) THE THING IS- Arnold is now the one who has to deal with some issues. He has to take in this new Helga, accept the past and make peace with it. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN AAAH OK LET ME FIX MY THOUGHTS BUT I'LL TRY TO SHOW THIS WITH DRAWINGS LATER ON,,,,

I'VE ALWAYS HAD ARNOLD ON A PEDESTAL but speaking with a friend we played with the idea of Arnold now being the one who "is in the wrong"""" and has things to deal with. HELGA WAS HORRIBLE- SHE WAS AND PAYED FOR IT a lot of her life. She truly loved Arnold and made him the meaning of her life (which saved her in a way but it's also quite toxic in others) Helga is finally in a place where she STILL loves Arnold. But she'd love him if he was with her or not. I'd still hurt but she's finally in a place where SHE's the one on the center of her life. She takes care of herself and wants the best for herself without damaging others.

Arnold is meeting this new Helga. Arnold since they dated even if everything ended up so chaotically. He still has her on a very special place in his heart. But after moving out he really lost a lot of contact with her and the rest of his friends. So Arnold is quite "disoriented" meeting these "new people" he once knew. That's the first thing. Then, them having things to do- and it's not like Arnold can't make friends or move on- it's just a bit of a weird feel to feel left behind,,,,idk noof. Also to this point, we don't know if Arnold has accepted Helga bullied him or has talked about it with anyone in a serious way? Like? AA IDK ABOUT THAT WILL COME BACK TO THAT THOUGHT BUT MY HADCANON RIGHT NOW IS... THAT ARNOLD (HOW TO EXPLAIN???) HE'S NOT A TOXIC GUY, HE'S STILL OUR AWESOME ARNOLD BUT- I do think that something happens to him when he deals with Helgaa?? like he's completely fine, natural and kind with everyone. But when he deals again with Helga there's something that happens with his brain?? Like he get's more jealous? and sort of wonders why their relationship has changed? When it's actually a good change? Because Helga is avoiding bothering Arnold cause she doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes? Like she still banters with him but refrains a lot from it now, and is more playful with her current friends which Makes Arnold jealous and wonder why not him anymore??

IDK BOTTOM LINE IS... THIS CONVERSATION WILL OPEN THE DOOR FOR ARNOLD to be... to probably feel more entitled to be the one who will most likely have a relationship with Helga- which makes him a little more jealous?? idk not official, just some thoughts I'll see...

NEXT CONNECTED PART: Soggy chips

[yuyu1024]

Good morning, Love

Pairings: San × y/n

Genre/tags: lovers with age gap

Warning: 🔞 fluff but still smut, pet names, cursing, suggestive/unprotected sex (be safe everyone), hj/bj, insecurities, judgement on physical appearances

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.3k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: no plot. I tried writing without stopping yesterday but i fell asleep as my meds kicked in... 😅 and yeah this is it.

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It's always so awkward for you when your group of friends talk about their each own lovelife stories. It's not because you are jealous, envious, bitter or whatsoever. No. You can't be either of those things as you are not single and have a dry lovelife.

However, they don't know that. That is the thing. No one knows you are dating. Why? Because you are scared to be judged. Especially in this modern world where some are just entitled with their opinion. Tells what they think even though there is nothing wrong with it.

Yeah... there is nothing wrong with you dating no. You are in love. Both of you are. But... what you think can be the issue in this society is the age gap.

Funny enough, the distance of your age to your boyfriend is not even that big. It's just roughly five years. But for you, its like a fossil dating a baby.

***

"Good morning, Love..." your man greets you as soon as he comes out of the bedroom.

He is smiling ear to ear seeing you, his dimple is showing and his eyesmile is just the cutest.

"Why are you up so early...?" he hugs you from your back as you finish washing the pan you used for cooking breakfast for him.

"I just... felt like it." You answer smiling

"Hmm..." he inhales your scent. "But... it's saturday..." and then he pushes your hair off your neck and nibble tiny bits and pieces of you. "I was hoping for a quick hot fuck with my love..." he gnarls

"Sannie... we already had sex last night.."

"So...?" He pauses and looks a little offended, "why? Don't you like it when we do sexy time in the morning...?"

"No...." you twirl around to face your Goddess boyfriend. He have been working out more lately and it is so visible. He's so buff. "Well..."

"Well?" He arch one brow, waiting for you to explain.

"Don't you get tired?"

"Of what? Having sex? No! I work out to have good stamina for you..." he kisses you on your shoulder, "to make sure I please you, my love..."

You chuckle at how serious he is with his answer and yet so cute pouting.

"Not sex... I know you will not get tired of it... I know... believe me..." you tease him by biting your lip and then lightly running your fingers from his thight to his very noticable erection. "I meant... me... you... getting tired of me."

"And why would I?" He frowns.

"Well..." you lean back to the sink, giving a few inches of gap between you two. "I'm... older... and not that good looking..."

"What are you even talking about?" He is not smiling or being playful anymore. He just looks very not amused by your choice of words to describe yourself. "What's the matter? Why are you saying that about yourself...?"

You press your lips together as you don't know what to actually tell him.

It's not his fault. God no. San is an incredible lover. He always makes you feel loved, appreciated, contented and secured It's just your own insecurity. It's just your own thoughts whenever you try to compare yourself with others. Especially with all these younger and prettier girls around, in his work, in this neighborhood and online.

Well you don't think he will cheat. San is not like that. However, one day, if... he suddenly feels like settling down and having a family on his own. You are not the best option for that. 32 yrs old is not THAT old but... even though you are in that age, you haven't thought of settling down still.

You enjoy your time with San. But you are also afraid that you are waisting his prime years with you. Fucking you 'till you can't walk instead of someone...

"Love?" He grabs you by the waist, realing you in back from your thoughts. "Stop it okay?"

He knows you so much that he can tell from you zoning out.

"I fucking love you."

"I... love you too..." you say softly

"Then what's the matter?"

You shrug. "I don't know..."

"Are you going to leave me?"

"What? No!" You snap

"Then... stop overthinking about things that are not our problem right now..." he leans in and kisses you on the lips. "Whatever you are thinking about me, going away... it's not gonna happen. Okay?"

"Okay..." you try to sound confident.

"Answer me... with confidence love..." he lower down a bit more so his mouth reaches your tits.

He lets his tongue make circles over your thin white top, licking and making it basically see through with his saliva.

"Sannie..." you breathe, holding on to the to the counter top for support as you feel something in your stomach flutter. "What...what... are you doing... huh?" You throw your head back.

He didn't stopped. He continued licking until he had to tease you a bit more by bitting your now hard bud. He is literally reeling you out of those nonesense thoughts of yours.

Then his one hand going to your other tits, kneading it while his delicate fingers pinch and caress the other nipple.

"Are you happy with me?" He asks, his eyes looking at your face while his mouth is busy, continuing sucking.

You look down at his naughty eyes. "Y-yes... I am...."

You see a hint of smile from him. A little devilishly smile. He can't hide it even though his mouth is so busy with you.

You press your thighs together as you began to feel an undeniable intense pressure down there. It is tickling you from inside out.

"San!" You arch your back even more, making sure he can suck it more.

He growls his excitement as he sees you get more into it. He then takes you by your waist pulling you to him. You can feel his rock erection through his jogging pants.

"Maybe..." you breathe as he pulls away from your tits.

"Maybe what, my love?" He eyes you with so much adoration and happiness.

"Let's go back to bed?" You shyly asks

He just laugh and picks you up like a bride. "I can stay all day in bed if you want..."

He carries you back to your room and gently puts you down.

"But... I don't mean it like... you will take care of me..."

"Eung? What you mean?" He tilts his head, confused with your words.

"Let me..." you reach for the hem of his pants and slowly curl it downwards. "I want to take care of you today..."

He bites his lips, surpressing his excitement. "But love... you need it... what you said earlier..."

"I know... I know..." you kiss him on the cheek. "I felt a little... down... but..."

"But.... what?"

"I know I maybe older to you...however you are much mature among the two of us..."

"And...?"

"Well... you've taken care of my needs... and fill up my emptiness whenever I need it... want it..."

"And...?" He arches his brow

"And... its only me that overthinks about us...no one really calls me out... I just.. assume they do... or will do..."

"Love... Whatever you feel or think about us... is valid... the world right now... well they say people are more accepting nowadays... they do but still not all of them. Even within ourselves..."

"Yeah... I guess..."

"But... then... why do you want to take care of me?" He leans closer to kiss you. "I am so ready to put my dick in you now...." he mumbles as your lips separates.

"Because..." you glance down at his pants and then back to his eyes. "I want it..." you breathe the words out, sounding like a whine. But its not. You just want to give him what he deserves.

You ask him to switch with you. You let him sit on the edge of the bed while you stand up.

"Love.." he bites his lower lip as he watches you move.

You are not even doing anything yet. You are just standing up and looking down at your man, drool over you. White wet shirt and your black fitted cycling shorts.

"Oh San... you look aroused already..." you giggle as you see his face. "I haven't done anything yet."

He pouts and wrap his arm around your waist and presses his face on your tummy. "I can't help it. You're so fucking hot."

"I love you...."

He tilts his head up and smile. "I... love... you..." he whisper. "So...... much!" He adds at the end

You grin as you find him adorable. However, "Fine Mr. Loverboy..." you push him away from you, forcing him to lay down on his back. "Let's go back to business..."

You pull his pants down to his ankles and then removed it gently before throwing it away. You have your serious face on whilst your boyfriend is covering his face, hiding behind his hands. He's not laughing or what. He is shy and can't hide his excitement, that's all. Hmm... well, he can't really hide it. His dick is showing how turned on he is.

"Don't you want to look at me?" You ask

He takes his hand off his face and push himself up with his elbows. "Fuck!" He blurt out when he sees you naked and going down on your knees.

You grab his length and gently pump him a few times, making him squirm under your touch before fully taking him in your mouth.

"Love..." he moans as he feels the wetness and warmness.

You lick every vein and curve. Even the very tip where he is so sensitive and making him go crazy.

"Shit!" He gasps, "Love!" He grabs onto the bedsheets and tries to stay in place for you.

You bob your head fast and then slow teasing him his high. You want to make sure that he is feeling everything and emotionally having it all. You can even feel his length twitch in your mouth which means he is close.

"Y/N...my love..." he gets up and grabs you by your face and kisses you on the lips. He can taste himself in you but fuck that. He is so high right now with arousal and love for you. "I need to fuck you now or I'll go insane."

Climbing onto the bed whilst you to are lips to lips, San can't help himself but to rush. He even throw the plushies you have on bed just to give way for you to get into position.

"I love my weekends with you..." he says as he nibbles your neck. "No..." he gives you a smooch on your shoulder. "I love all the days I spent with you..." and a kiss on your cheek. "I love YOU."

You smile and nod, "I'll remember that."

"You should." He kisses you on the lips. "Always."

Then before you could open your mouth to repeat the word 'always' he had his length already aligned to your entrance. You felt his tip touch you and it made you melt already. His tip is so warm and when he pushes it in, you felt your insides move.

"Oh... God..." your mouth opens into on O.

He is so fucking thick. You have been dating for more than a year now and you are still getting surprised on how thick he is.

"Tell me if it hurts... I didn't prep you... I got so excited..."

"It's fine..." you smile and pull his face for a kiss.

Sex with Sannie is so satisfying. It's not just sex for him, it's really something you've never felt from anyone you have dated in the past. He is making you feel love in every thrust.

It may sound weird but it is true.

"Aaahhh..." his mouth drops opens and exhales as he felt you squeeze him inside  "l-love... aaaahhh..." he closes his eyes as he slows down his movement. "Fuck... I might not last long anymore..." he then stretches his arm to reach for the bedside drawer

"Don't..." you say catching your breathe. "It's okay..." you say

"Are you sure?"

You nod.

"But your.... fertile..."

You laugh when you realized what he just said. "Baby... I can't...how did you know that?"

"Of course... I know... I should know..." he hugs you and kisses you more whilst slowing down his hip movements to control a little bit more. "I know you are not ready yet... and it's part of my job.. being your boyfriend... to know your needs..."

"Aww..." you tap his nose lightly and then raise your legs to wrap it around his waist. "Thank you..." you whisper. "Give it to me now then..." you add

"What?" He is frowning but smiling. "Love, are you... serious?"

"Yes... If it's alright with you... if ever... after this... we get a little mini you and mini me..."

"Fuck yeah!" He sucks you lower lip. "I want us to have children... more people to show love and appreciation for your existence.. and I promise..."  picks up his rythm up again. "I will raise our kids with so much love.. and...and..." he opens his mouth to take quick breathes as he feels his climax coming. "Love... ahhh... Aack! Shit!"

You feel his dick pulsate and pump in you. Its warm and its quite a lot.

He snorts a laugh as he lays on top of you while you caress his head. "What's funny now?"

He pushes himself back up, "you mention children already..."

"Hmm..."

"So does this mean..."

"Mean what?"

"You want to spend a life with me? Forever?"

You smile, "Of course..."

San can't hide the pure happiness in his smile. "Just tell me when, where and how... I'll marry you..."

"I don't need a fancy wedding... All I need is you..." you say

"Ditto..." he lays his head on your chest. "But about the baby..."

"What about it?"

He looks up at you again, "just to make sure... can... we... go for one more?"

[wonton4rang]

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Baby, I'm so toxic ¡!

pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: toxic behaviour, mentions of violence (verbally and physically, nothing explicit, just mentions of it), jealousy, mentions of smut, mentions of cheating. and lmk if i missed anything.

summary: bnd as toxic traits i think they'll have during a relationship.

note: can someone tell me what "hcs" are and an example? i got like three requests using the same term and i'm very very lost 😔 would really appreciate some definition :')

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sungho;

control freak. he is the type to be so involved in your life that it's kinda cute at the beginning, how he would call you at all times, wants to know where you at, who are you with, what you ate, why are you late, why you didn't pick up his call within the first seconds... it got old really fast. he would want to choose what you wear, go everywhere with you, check your phone even if there was nothing there just because "there should be trust" ??? he would also start to pick and choose your friends, telling you which ones he liked and which ones you BOTH should meet.

riwoo;

insecurities. don't get me wrong, insecurities can happen, they are the most natural thing. but when he starts portraying his insecurities on you, projecting them and trying to manipulate you with it, that's when it gets ugly. he would say things like "you shouldn't do that because it makes me feel insecure" and suddenly you wouldn't do it because you loved him so much. plus, i know it sounds more like 'manipulation' than actual insecurities but he does feel insecure and uses it at his own favor to stop you from talking to or meeting people that made him feel smaller.

jaehyun;

too 'friendly'. wbk that myungjae is an extroverted puppy like typa boy, he would have really close female friends and it's not like you mind but when you get to y'alls table and find some girl sitting in your boyfriend's lap, it's not your favourite scene to watch. so you would have serious arguments with him, explaining how you didn't feel comfortable to see some chick sitting on his lap with her arms around his neck and their faces so close they could share breath and kiss at any moment. he just laughed and said you were being too insecure and that you should quit it, that he met those girls way before he knew you so it was just natural ???? be so fucking for real rn.

taesan;

nonchalant. ah *sigh* he would literally ghost you for weeks. meeting you at your place and listening to you talk about how worried you get and how you couldn't even count on him after y'all got separated and went home because he wouldn't even see your messages or pick up your calls. he wouldn't say a thing and you would just stand there, staring into this bored eyes and clicking your tongue but it was fucking useless. "is there something you wanna tell me?" but he just shrugged, laying back in your bed and just letting a sigh out, that 'done' look in his face letting you know he didn't give a single fuck about the things you were saying.

leehan;

obsessive. similar to sungho's tbh but more into the jealousy obsession kinda thing. he would check your phone on a regular basis, he would hold your waist and do very inappropriate stuff in front of your friends, side eyeing them if they ever complimented you. he would basically yell at you and forbid you from going out without him because why would you wanna go to a party or a club or a bar without your boyfriend?? were you cheating or something?? you bet that your neck was bruised due to his lips sucking on your skin and leaving hickies that he would make you show to everyone just to assert that you were his.

woonhak;

anger issues. yeah, woonhak is such a sweet boy, so cute and lovely, being so happy and energetic around you, kissing your cheeks and holding your frame with adoration, talking to you for hours through the phone and even playing some songs for you to fall asleep with. but when he gets angry, that's when you get uneasy, your hands are shaking when you see his tall figure cover you and press you against the wall, and tbh you weren't even listening anymore to his yelling because you became so scared of him that your senses would go numb and all that you could percive were his hands shaking your shoulders and his reddened face while he looks at you like he hates you. why was he so angry anyways? you didn't even know but he would just get mad over anything and everything, you were growing tired of it, but when he stopped being that angry and started to apologize? you just gave in. you just liked him that much :(