#my brother got upset with me bc i didn't wanna answer

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

it annoys me when people ask me my pronouns. guess! pick some. it's so annoying. if you want me to use this and that for you fine, and if you feel the need to specify. but i don't wanna participate and it annoys me when people are like you HAVE to pick some. what if i don't want to. look at me and see what your instinct tells you lol

[webslingingslasher]

hmmm j i need ur opinion on smth

im getting to know this guy who i really like so far. he asked if i had any siblings (we kinda did the getting to know each other in reverse because we’ve already yk but the basic ass questions came after😭) anyways.

i have one brother but we’re no contact. i also really don’t like talking about it at all like it’s very touchy. usually i avoid the topic all together when im making friends or whatever but i really don’t wanna start off a potential relationship with a lie (but i already did that). i said i didn’t have any siblings which doesn’t feel like a real lie bc we are by blood but we won’t ever speak again yk? but the he kept asking q’s like “what’s it like being an only child?” (bc he has a huge family) and I just felt like I was digging myself into a DEEPER hole. he’s very much a “family is everything” kind of person and is very close to his so idk what he’d even think of no contact as a concept (yk how some people are like “you shouldn’t give up on family” etc) and i don’t wanna risk it but i also don’t want to lie but i also don’t wanna open up the door for follow up qs in the future if i do tell him so idk. i rlly wanna keep lying tbh i know it’s bad but if it does go anywhere, do u rlly think it would bite me in the ass in the future? like maybe it won’t be that bad if it does bc maybe he’d understand why it got to that point

anyways yeah pls lmk what you’d do🥲 ily

i can semi-relate because i have three older brothers but i am completely no contact with the oldest one. if someone asks if i have siblings i say that i have three older brothers but i really only have two because i'm no longer in contact with one of them.

my parents are a little upset about it but they understand why and they're also the very "family is everything" type. but the way i view it is that if you believe family is everything, try to imagine how hurt you would have to be to make that final cut.

personally, i would tell him. i would answer and end the conversation in one go. 'i actually have a brother but we don't speak anymore and i don't like talking about him so i found it was easier to say i was an only child but i didn't want to lie to you.' (something to that effect.)

and if he says something about family and blah blah blah i would respond with 'then i wish you're never put in the position to make that decision.' (also something to that effect.)

[rosesandtoshi]

Back to You ❀ Miya Atsumu

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: Atsumu and his high school sweetheart ended things on a shaky note when she left for college out of the country and he stayed back to pursue volleyball. Never fully receiving closure, she comes back after school and runs into none other than Miya Atsumu himself.

Word count: 3.8k

Tags/Warnings: past lovers to lovers, Atsumu is total simp, smut, oral (f. receiving), orgasm denial, marking, spitting, hair pulling, reader on bc, cream pie, overstim, and anything else I missed. Minors DNI!

Thank you to my lovely beta readers miss Keri and Sophie! I love you guys so much 🥺����🥺

She stood at the doorstep of the Miya residence, waiting for Atsumu to open the door, excitedly. The door opened and Atsumu stood there with a big grin on his face as he engulfed her in a hug.

“Right on time,” he said, kissing her hair and inhaling her scent. He always loved the smell of her shampoo.

“I’m always on time ‘Tsumu, you know that.” She giggled and they went inside, Atsumu shutting the door behind him.

“My parents are out and so is Samu, so it’s just us.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her before grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder. She let out a little squeal as he took them to his room, her smacking his butt playfully and jokingly saying to be let down.

A little while after they cleaned themselves up from their —activities— she laid across Tsumu’s lap as the movie played on the TV. He twisted her hair in his fingers and rubbed her arm. She sat up a bit and looked at him seriously.

“Baby. I need to talk to you.”

“Oh no. Yer not breakin’ up with me, are ya?”

“No, no. Of course not, baby.” She grabbed his hands and squeezed. “I got accepted into college overseas.”

He stared at her for a moment before pulling his hands away from her, running his hands through his hair.

“Whatta ‘bout here?”

“‘Tsumu, you know it’s my dream to study overseas. That doesn’t mean we have to break up. We can do long distance. That is if you want to.”

“Ya know it never works out.” He answered, looking away from her.

“I haven’t even left. You don’t even know if it won’t work out. You haven’t even given it a chance.”

“So yer going? For sure?”

“Why would I pass up a chance to go overseas?”

“Then leave.”

“‘Tsumu…”

“Ya don’t wanna be here. So leave.”

She reached out to him and he pulled away from her. She felt the tears start to well up in her eyes and she wiped them away with the heels of her hands.

“Baby, you’re not even excited for me? If you got this chance, I’d be so happy for you. Of course I’d be upset but I would still support you.”

“Just leave.” Atsumu repeated. The tears fell down her face as she got up and grabbed her things. She went to the front door, ignoring his feet shuffling after her, and grabbed the door handle, stopping before turning the knob.

“So that’s it. You don’t want to even give us a chance?”

He stayed silent, his watery eyes fixed on her. When he said nothing and didn't move to stop her, she let out a huff. "So be it. Goodbye Atsumu."

The door slammed shut behind her as he let her walk out the door.

The following month until graduation had been hell for both of them. Neither of them spoke to each other, both too prideful and stubborn to reach out. Both waiting for the other to break first. But neither did.

“Ya know, yer stupid for letting her go.” Osamu said, sitting with his brother while their parents talked with one of the party guests.

“She was the one who chose to leave.”

“And ya didn’t even give her a chance. You just dumped ‘er. She’s leaving today.”

“How do you know?” Atsumu snapped his head to his brother.

Osamu shrugged. “She was my friend before she started dating yer dumbass.”

Atsumu pondered for a moment before letting his face drop. “It’s too late now. She doesn’t want to talk to me or see me. She didn’t even reach out when she left.”

“She was waitin for ya. And yer a jerk.” Osamu said, pushing his brother. “Ya didn’t even congratulate her. Ya were the first person she told and ya weren’t even excited for her.”

“That’s not true. Of course I was excited for her. I was just in shock. How was I supposed to act?”

“Hug and kiss her and tell how amazing she is. But no. Ya told ’er to leave. And she’s just as stubborn and hard-headed as ya so she did. And now ya lost her. But yer the one who has to deal with being a selfish prick. Not me.”

“Shut yer trap, Samu!” Atsumu said, raising his voice a bit. Some people looked at him funny but he ignored them, clenching his hands by his sides.

“Way to cause a scene.” Osamu said, goading him on. “She didn’t deserve ya anyways. Real asshole, ya were.”

Atsumu grabbed Osamu by the shirt and pushed him against the wall. Party goers around them gasped at the sudden commotion.

“Ya know nothing about what we had. So shut up, Osamu!” He yelled in his brother’s face. Their parents came over and broke up the fight before anything else could happen. Atsumu was sent to their room while Osamu was sent outside, and he stalked there, slamming the door behind him with his anger.

Atsumu sighed and pulled his phone out, staring down at the picture. His Lock Screen never changed from a picture of her—. In the picture, she wore a huge smile on her face, excited from their impromptu beach trip. He thought she looked so beautiful that day, the way her dress flowed around her, her hair in a perfect braid. He unlocked his phone and opened his messages. He debated on sending her a message for a bit before finally sending a message that said:

‘I’m sorry if it seemed I wasn’t happy for you when you told me about school. I am happy for ya. Just didn’t know how to process it. I still love ya and I hope ya enjoy college.’

Tears ran down her face when she checked her message one last time after she boarded the plane. She knew it was best to not respond to him and start anew, but it was so hard to ignore it when all she wanted to do was forgive him and try again. Her fingers hovered over the delete button, but she couldn't find the courage; instead, she promised herself not to answer him when she landed, leaving the past in the past.

That was the last time Atsumu heard from her.

Over the course of 4 years, she had completed her degree in Exercise Science and couldn’t wait to go back home to start her career. Always wanting to be an athletic trainer, she studied hard in California. She had even met someone from Japan named Iwaizumi Hajime who was also going to school for athletic training, him being a year ahead of her. Once Hajime left, she had a year to go before she could go back home.

Her and Hajime kept in contact over the year, him getting a job for a volleyball team back in Japan. She cringed when he said volleyball as she never fully got over her stupid ex. She never heard from him again after that day and chose not to reach out herself. But that didn’t mean she didn’t think of him every now and then, not being able to delete his final message to her. She pushed her thoughts of him aside every time he came into her mind, focusing on her studies and career instead of dwelling on the past.

When it was time to go back home, she excitedly saw all her friends from before, Osamu being one of them. He never spoke of Atsumu to her, not wanting to hurt her feelings. She was super excited to find out he opened an onigiri shop, which made sense given how much he always loved talking about food. She sat in the little shop eating her onigiri while happily talking to Osamu about her time in America, excitedly explaining about her new job offer.

“Hajime gave me a great recommendation! I start Monday,” she said, taking a bite of the ongiri.

“First name basis with this Hajime, hmm?” Osamu said, teasing her a bit.

She rolled her eyes. “He’s just a friend. A really good one too. You know this, stupid.��

“I’m just teasing. Are ya a trainer for a specific team?” She shrugged.

“I’ll find out Monday.”

Monday morning, she adjusted her skirt and shirt and entered the door to the big gymnasium. Iwaizumi instructed her where to go and where he would be. She nervously chewed the inside of her cheeks as she heard gym sneakers squeaking on the gym floor. She poked her head into the gym and saw the volleyball team practicing. She saw Iwaizumi talking to a player and she made her way over to him, stopping dead in her tracks when she heard a familiar voice.

“Watch out!” Atsumu yelled at the girl who walked in, not recognizing who it was. Iwaizumi moved to get the ball away from her but she put her arm up and was able to stop it. All eyes were on her as she quickly made her way over to Iwaizumi before Atsumu could see her face, but it was too late. He’d recognize her face anywhere—the girl he constantly tried to replace, the one who got away. He watched as she spoke to Iwaizumi like they were old friends, slightly jealous at their interaction.

“Tsum-Tsum, why are you staring at the new girl?” Bokuto asked, making Atsumu snap out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah. Do you know her?” Hinata bounced from behind Bokuto. They all intently waited for Atsumu to answer before he turned away from her and went back to grab a ball.

“No… No I don’t.”

Practice continued and she was introduced as the second athletic trainer for the team. Atsumu tried not to stare at her but he couldn't help it. She was even more beautiful than before. The curve of her hips, the way her hair fell around her shoulders, the way her breasts were plumper.

‘Stop thinking about her,’ Atsumu growled to himself as he was doing a rep in the gym.

The team had a weight day while Hajime and her helped everyone with their forms. She stayed far away from him as she helped the other players. Once the group finished, Atsumu rushed to talk to her before she left.

“Hey, can we talk?” He asked, grabbing her arm.

She jerked away from him. “No.”

He looked defeated as she walked away, choosing to leave her alone for the time being. Her fist balled up as she went to the athletic room, leaning against the door. Of all the people to work with, of all the people to be around, it had to be Atsumu.

A month passed and she avoided Atsumu at all costs. She only spoke to him when absolutely necessary, which fortunately was rare; Iwaizumi always tried to be the one to help him instead of her. Atsumu did try to talk to her and try to get her alone, but she would dodge him every time. It wasn't until Atsumu fell on his ankle awkwardly during practice one day while Iwaizumi was out sick that she was forced to talk to him. He sat on the table as he waited for her to come in. The door opened and she walked in, a slight scowl on her face as she saw him sitting, waiting for her.

“Hi,” Atsumu started.

“Take your shoe off,” she responded, ignoring his ‘hi’. She wanted this to be strictly professional. Nothing more.

“Sheesh. Don’t even get a hi back.” He mumbled under his breath as he took his shoe and sock off. There was slight swelling on the side of his ankle. She put gloves on and started to look at his injury, him slightly wincing as she bent and moved it. One particular move had him yelping and pulling away from her.

“Still a wimp, I see.”

“Ya don’t gotta be so rough,” he snapped back at her.

“It’s just a sprain. You don’t have to be a wimp about it.”

“I am not a wimp.” She snorted at his comment and he narrowed his eyes at her. “What’s so funny?”

“You’ve always been a wimp, Miya. That part of you hasn’t changed.” She spat, grabbing his foot and pulling it towards her again. “Now be a good boy and sit still while I wrap this so you can leave.”

He held his tongue from saying something smart back. He knew she was taking jabs at him from before, and he knew he deserved it. He sat still as she wrapped his ankle nice and tight in the compression wrap and then stood up, taking her gloves off.

“You are free to leave.” She said, going to the desk in the corner and sitting down, her back towards him. He put his sock and shoe back on before he hopped off the table. “And staring is rude.”

He looked away from her, mumbling something under his breath about how she knew he was staring. He got off the table and walked over to the desk as she let out a huff.

“I said you can leave.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“Fine then, I’ll leave.” She stood up and made her way to the door. A tug on her wrist pulled her back and she glared at him. “Let me go.”

“Not until we talk.”

“What’s there to talk about, Miya?”

“Ya know we have a lot to talk about.” The look in his eye was fierce and held determination.

“Actually, no. We don’t. You made it very very very clear to me that day you told me to leave, that we don’t need to talk.” She pulled her arm from his grip and made her way to the door again. She yelped when he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the door, caging her in with his arms.

“Yer still stubborn as ever, I see.”

“Let me leave.”

“No. I won’t let ya walk away from me again.”

“Why? It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Dammit. Stop it!” He snapped, and she shrunk a bit at his tone. “Yer not leavin’ me again.”

“Please….” she said in a small whisper. “Don’t do this to me again.”

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for back then. I’m stupid, I know. I shoulda gone after ya. I shoulda called ya. I shoulda done somethin’ other than what I did. But I can’t change the past. I can only change now. Please. Please let me make it up to you. I won’t screw up again. Not like I did the last time.”

Atsumu couldn’t read her face as she scrunched her eyebrows together. He saw her lip quivering before she harshly shoved him away.

“Do you know how awful I felt? Do you know how awful it was to have my boyfriend not be happy for me? The one person I was excited to tell. The one person who I thought was going to be happy for me, completely rejecting me. Do you know how that felt Atsumu? No. No, you fucking don’t. Because all you thought of was your selfish ass!”

“No, I didn’t think of yer feelings! I was selfish. I just want to make it up to ya!”

He stood there waiting for her to say something more. The look on her face was pure anger as they both made their way over to each and latched onto each other’s lips. They hungrily fought for dominance as his hand went into her hair and gave it a harsh tug. She half gasped, half moaned at the pull before his lips attached themselves to her neck. She moaned loudly as he sucked and nipped at the spot he was all too familiar with. He maneuvered her to the table and pushed her down so she was laying flat on her back, her legs spread open as he moved in between them. He stood up and removed his shirt before going to hers and pulling it over her head, leaving her in her bra.

“God, yer more beautiful than before,” he said, pulling the front of her bra down and attacking her breasts. She moaned again as she arched her back, wanting more from him. Her hand made its way to his hair and she pulled harshly, earning a groan.

She yanked him up, smashing their lips together again. His hands came up to grope her breasts, his thumb and pointer finger rolling her hard nipples between the pads. He pulled away from the kiss and left sloppy, open mouth kisses down her neck, to her chest then down her stomach until they stopped at her skirt. He flipped it up and ripped her panties off of her; he could see the arousal built up from him just kissing her. He stood up again before pulling her skirt down, leaving her completely bare for him.

“I’m never letting ya go. Not like last time. Yer mine,” he growled.

He spit on her pussy before getting on his knees at the end of the table and sticking his tongue into her awaiting hole. She shrieked at the feeling of him assaulting her. His tongue slowly dragged up to her clit and she jolted forward as it lapped up her juices. She could just sense the smug look on his face as he spelled ‘Miya Atsumu’ on her clit, claiming her as his once again. His hand trailed up her thighs as he circled one of his fingers around her hole before pushing a finger in her.

One hand gripped the edge of the table while the other made its way into his hair, sinking deep in his locks. His other hand pulled her hips forward towards him more as he added another finger. The scissoring motion he did had her seeing stars as she could sense the feeling in her stomach building. She bucked her hips up into his face as her orgasm quickly approached. . He picked up the pace fingering her, her pussy making a squelching noise as she started to tighten.

“Mmm, uh. ‘Tsumu. I’m going to cum!” She cried out as she could feel her orgasm almost snap. He immediately jerked away from her, making her yell at him in frustration. “What the fuck!!”

He had a smug look on his face as he wiped her juices off his mouth and chin before pulling his shorts and underwear down. His cock spring free as it slapped against his abs, his tip red and dripping with precum. He grabbed his cock in his hand before pumping himself a few times. He watched her chest heave up and down as she awaited his next move with lust blown pupils.

“I haven’t had yer pussy in years. And if yer going to cum, it’s going to be on my cock, princess.”

He pulled her hips towards the end of the table so she was almost hanging off of it and grabbed his cock in his hand to line it up with her. She squirmed under him as she slowly pushed himself in her, making her feel every inch of him. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head once he bottomed out. She had been with other men, but none of them ever made her feel the way Atsumu did.

His hands settled on her hips before he pulled back and slammed into her, making her jolt forward as he started to fuck himself into her. He groaned as he watched her breasts move up and down with his thrusts, her moans filling his ears. Those moans, he oh so terribly missed them over the years. No one compared to her. No other woman’s pussy sucked him dry like hers did. His pelvic bone rubbed her clit over and over again as she threw her head back, gripping the sides of the table until her knuckles turned white. Atsumu lifted her hips up a bit, angling the spot that always had her seeing stars.

“Oh-—’Tsumu… I—” she choked out as he hit that spot over and over again. She couldn’t even get out her next words as she felt her orgasm snap as she came hard around his dick. She cried out his name in pleasure over and over again as he fucked her through her orgasm. Her chest heaved up and down hard, the sweat clinging to their bodies as Atsumu pulled her up by her arms. His hands went to her hips as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.

“I’m not done yet.”

His hands gripped her ass as he moved her up and down on him. She clung to his shoulders, never feeling more turned on in her life. Atsumu was literally holding her up and fucking her in his arms. She felt the tears spring into her eyes as she felt her second orgasm building fast.

“‘Tis too much Tsumu.” She cried out as his pace didn’t stop, the feeling of being overstimulated too much for her.

“Come on, princess. I know ya can cum for me one more time, ya?”

She nodded furiously, her head dropping to his shoulder as she bit down on it. She screamed as her second orgasm hit, squeezing Atsumu even tighter than before.

“Shit, princess. Ya really tightened.”

He choked out as her pussy clenched around him hard. He felt the familiar sensation build as his hips shuddered and came to stop, his cum shooting inside of her. They both were breathing heavy as she felt their mixed cum dripping down her thighs. He set her down on the table and looked around for a rag around the room to clean her up. Once he found one, he cleaned her up, then himself, and helped her back into her clothes despite her panties being ripped and useless.

“You owe me a new pair,” she mumbled, grabbing them and throwing them away.

“I’ll buy all the underwear in the world for ya, if yer mine again?” Atsumu said, grabbing her hands and pulling him towards him.

“‘Tsumu, you’ve always had me.” She answered as she stood on her tippy toes to kiss him.

He hand went to her cup as cheek as he kissed her passionately, finally having her again.

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[i-am-the-walmart]

So I found out the other day that my brother (past abuser, currently toxic) isn't just moving back home for the winter break between his college semesters. It's his last semester and he doesn't have any classes, hes just student teaching... so he's moving back in permanently. Lowkey wanna die. I confronted him about not knocking before coming into my room (bc I have the courtesy to knock before entering his).

Here's a rough approximation of what went down

Me: there's a sign on my door that says to knock

Him: expecting me to read it is *laugh* generous

Me: I have the courtesy to knock before entering your room, can't you do the same for me?

Him: expecting me to be courteous is *laugh* generous

Me: can I ask you to knock before coming into my room?

Him: expecting me to remember is *laugh* generous

And I just

What the FUCK y'know?

If I had any cash, I'd enact my old plans of leaving the house, walking to the nearby hardware store, buying a lock, and installing it.

And he just

ASSUMES I'm letting him past the threshold? Like, I'll have the door open and be next to or in front of him, kind of keeping him there, but then he's like "I'm coming to pet your cat" and he just walks on in and pets my cat. Like, we have other cats. And he doesn't pet cats super well and it's a whole thing in and of itself but I hate it.

And my bed is a bunk bed (top bed) and on the side right by the ladder is a built in desk where I keep my laptop. I was playing The Sims and while he was on my ladder petting my cat (he was on my bed), he just LEANED OVER TO LOOK AT MY LAPTOP! He told me he was wondering what I was playing because it "sounded different"! All because he turned off the music on his sims. Like???? And that gives you the right to look at my computer?

He's done it with my phone before. I wasn't even aware he was watching my screen, we were both in the backseat of a car. I was playing Pokemon Go and he said smth about what was on the screen and I freaked bc wtf why are you looking over my shoulder?! He had his own phone, it's not like he was unable to otherwise entertain himself! He said smth like "the pretty colors attracted my vision" and he's complimented my nail polish before in a similar fashion and like... something about it just upsets me? Like, you're not a magpie, shut the fuck up!!!

I heard the kid behind me in math class one day mention smth about the cooking video I was watching once (and then later about something else on my phone) and I was much more okay with it. The second time, the girl next to him kind of got onto him about not looking over my shoulder (which I appreciated, it's nice to know she's aware of boundaries and not afraid to call him out. He didn't listen, but still.) That was so much easier to deal with?

Like, now that I know he (my brother lmao) does that, I'll turn down my brightness so it's hard even for me to see my screen, just so he can't read it from an angle.

I'm never even doing anything bad, I just hate the fact that he thinks he can insert himself.

Sort of off topic, when I'm on the phone in the car with my mom, occasionally she'll ask what I'm doing and I just say something super generic like "scrolling through [x social media]". But like, yesterday she asked me WHILE I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH THE TRAUMA TAG and like 👀👀!!

Anyway, I just hate how nosy my family is. The only person who doesn't do that is my dad. He's the only one who knocks and waits for an answer. He's the only one who's expressed sympathy for me that James was going to be home for long periods of time (previously, not now). He's a bit of a boomer sometimes, he thinks really grossly Out There shock value statements are funny (I think it's shock value humor, but he makes no attempt to portray that he's joking and he defends himself like he believes it when I get onto him bc I don't know if he's joking or not), and he sometimes makes minor invasions of personal space, but he's probably my favorite.

I get on fairly well with my mom and brother, but I think part of it is because I keep so much to myself. My mom and I suck at communicating with each other and even if we were vibing like all day, if some minor frustration that neither of us can fix comes up, we're at each other's throats.

My brother and I usually spend the most time together when he's driving me somewhere (for whatever reason). He plays his music and I stay on my phone. He talks and I sometimes converse with him, but other times he just starts spewing his opinion about the "awful" people on the road or in public and I just nod and stay silent. I'm not about to tell him he's a huge cunt who needs to stop being such a judgemental whore when he's just as terrible.

[its-musical-dinosaur]

I saw you mentioning in an answer to an anon that this season made you care even less about EJ. I can imagine a few reasons but I'd like to see exactly what you meant when you made that affirmation. Also, what would make you like his character more?

Wanna start this off by saying I 1st watched the show back in Nov 2020 by just binging s1 & came out of it just not really caring about him in general. Like I found him funny sometimes and of course he got redeemed, but he was just a character I had never any feelings about.

Also immediately after finishing the season, I knew I really liked Rina and kinda just stuck to focusing my fandom energy on them.

So 2a, Ej was barely even there and when he was it was focused on his college plotline which I knew from the get-go he wasn't gonna get in (cause it was obvious), but once he didn't they just kinda dropped it? and bc he wasn't a big part of 2a they didn't focus too much on it. Also because 2a was very rina heavy, I was definitely just more invested in that.

Now when began the show began planting the portwell seeds in 2x05, I felt eh about it not just because I prefer rina but because (and people might be tired of hearing this) he's graduating and she's a sophomore.

Now, this is definitely the writing's fault, but now it meant they dropped his college plotline for him to date a sophomore which just made me feel weird, considering in 2x01 he said Ashlyn (presumably the same age as Gina) looked so young to him.

Also that scene in 2x09 where Nini face-timed Ashlyn and Ej was there and was acting childish. I know it was supposed to be cute and funny, but it personally just gave me the ick.

This next point is just miscommunication, but when Jamie called him a brother figure so Ej just called off their date without telling Gina why and got mad at her when she yelled after him outside of slice. Why couldn't he have just told her? I mean yeah I'd be upset too if the person I've been flirting saw me more like family, but I just think he should've talked to her 1st before calling off the date lol.

Now mainly because I'm hopeful s3 will be leaps better than s2, I do hope having all the characters in a new environment will make me like Ej more. I want to see him interact with more characters in fun ways. Like how he and Carlos were in 1x08 cause I really liked those scenes. Please s3 just be better than s2 I'm begging.