#the only thing about it is that it’s going to be SO ANNOYING to grow out

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

This type of condescending post is why the LGBT is losing acceptance.

I just want that to be understood. Because let's break this down.

OP's picture compares "Flamboyance" to Joy. These things are not the same.

"Gay joy reminds the straight man of what he has suffocated himself in exchange for social acceptance or power". Ok this is another one of those "Gay is ackchewally the default" arguments. Or one of those, "men loving other men is normal but you are just giving that up for power and acceptance". No they aren't giving up jack shit. THEY ARE JUST STRAIGHT. Wtf. And you people claim you are born gay but straight people aren't real? Please justify the double standard.

"He folds himself into whatever shape looks like" Yeah. Men generally do that regardless. Unless you are telling me that gay men are incapable of being "Proper men" because they are gay. The funniest bit about this argument is that you think you are pointing out that straight men don't know what real men are when historically, men help foster the next generation. They help train the next generation to protect and defend. They hunt for the settlements and explore the world around them to keep the village safe. This has always been true. Men FOLD themselves into whatever they need to be in order to keep life going forward. That "Folding" isn't "stopping myself from being gay and happy".

Also just to point out this last bit-

#and remember you've contorted yourself into the shape of a Real Woman in exchange for soc acceptance & power#and denied yourself the gentle acceptance of doing what is comfortable on this earth

People opt for whatever standards they want. If not enough people care about those standards, they fade away. That's how society works. You are making a jab at the idea of "Real woman" when often the term historically I've heard is "Proper". Real and Proper have two different meanings. And what's more, earlier before this line, you act like, condescendingly so, that "society has created a bad standard for what a real woman is and women mindlessly go along with it." <Paraphrasing here. Even more, you posit this-

#similar w straight women hating butch lesbians#you see a woman not shaving not wearing make up wearing comfy clothes and still being loved and desired

And let me mention something here. 1. Butch Lesbians are a very small minority in the Lesbian community. 2. The way you say this is almost the same condescending way that top post implied that "Gay" is ACTUALLY the way to be a "real man". Except here it's "growing out your body hair is how you be a "real woman". Except I'd be willing to bet FemLesbians do not agree with you. Especially not Fem for Fem.

Posts like this are often fucking stupid, made with possibly good intent but fall short as they only go, "WOW STRAIGHT PEOPLE ARE SO MAD". YEAH. I've been pissed for years that gay men have targeted me, a red head, and tried to get me to do sexual acts with them. And have tried to force their lifestyles on me.

SO YES. A little pissed off. But not for the reasons you claim. I don't care if a person is flamboyant. Unless they are really obnoxious about it. Because after a point, you are just putting on a performance so that everyone around you has to see you. And it's actually fucking annoying. What's more, misery and joy can't be quantified by whether or not you shave. A lot of people actually prefer to groom themselves by shaving because it's easier to keep themselves clean and make them sweat less. Take it from me as the fucking missing link, I'm the embodiment of wishing I could afford laser hair removal. And if I hate my own body hair as much as I do, color me shocked that as many women willingly shave for just themselves as do.

Posts like this are actually quite demeaning. And very condescending. Now to punt this over to my gay ally -> @theconstitutionisgayculture

EXACTLY!

[pervoshi]

MINE . blade , yingxing

blade wasn’t gentle.

the mara-strucken man could only hold himself back for one singular person; you.

even then he had his, well, moments when the two of you were alone.

you had been practically bratty today.

not focusing on the mission that the two of you were assigned too, making a scene every now and then, causing the two of you to have more encounters with guards then blade’s patience could handle.

he tried to be as nice as he could be at first, simply scolding you to get your act together.

“whatever, this mission is annoying anyways.”

his left eye twitched, but he held himself back, for now.

it wasn’t until the both of you were infiltrating the target’s base that you really got the man going.

the plan was simple: you were going to be the distraction while blade took out any guardsmen.

simple, right?

clearly not for you.

“you will approach— girl, where are you,”

you gave blade a sly smirk, skipping up the stairs without a care in the world, approaching the entrance littered with guards.

“hi boys, can you direct me to where the boss is?”

your voice was up an octave, the dress you were wearing hiking up slightly as you leaned forward, exposing the plump of your chest.

blade’s eyes were burning into you, you could practically feel them from where you were.

to you, it was so much fun teasing the poor man, knowing his self control was dwindling away the more you spoke.

your sweet voice wasn’t convincing enough however, so, you took things just a bit further.

“come on, don’t be like that,” you whispered, one of your hands coming up to caress the fabric of a guard’s jacket.

“you think i’m pretty, yeah?”

blade froze, watching you lean in to the man, your lips practically touching his.

“then let me in, ‘kay?”

everything went blank in blade’s eyes, in one swift motion he had taken down every single guard.

well, all expect one.

blade leaned down, his bandaged hand tangling into the guard’s hair as he made him look up, being forced to stare at the stellaron’s hunter demeaning gaze.

“what a pitiful excuse of a man.”

his voice was mean.

the guard’s eyes moved to you for just a second, pleading for you to do something.

blade was quicker though, yanking the man’s head away with such force it made him groan.

“no, don’t fuckin’ look at her.”

your thighs rubbed together; you loved when he got rough.

blade could see you out of the corner of his eye, watching you practically get off at him throwing a lone guard around.

he dropped the man from his grasp, now standing tall, towering over you.

“i will deal with you later, girl.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, quickly covering your mouth with your hand, knowing that blade was growing closer and closer to snapping.

“aren’t you cute; gettin’ all jealous just from that.”

his jaw clenched.

“say that again, brat.”

“what? that you’re cute when you’re jealous?”

blade hummed, turning away for a second.

he could feel that anger rising in him, the one he so desperately tried to control.

but, you didn’t want him to control it, you wanted him to let it out.

let it out on you, specifically.

“getting so mad, aren’t you?”

“do not test me right now.”

“why not? scared you’ll get rough with me?”

blade turned his head, staring you down like he hated you.

“is that what this is about?”

he stepped closer.

“you want me to get rough, huh?”

another step.

“get mean?”

you kept the smug look on your face, masking how soaked your panties were getting.

“maybe, but,”

you look up at him, that mischievous little stare making blade even more annoyed.

“i don’t think you have it in you.”

“you really want to test that theory with me, girl?”

“oh, it’s not a theory — it’s a fact.”

the coil within blade snapped.

he was quick with his movements, grabbing hold of your neck with his gloved hand, dragging your body closer to him.

you reacted instantly, your own hands grasping at his wrists as you attempted to tug his from your neck, your airways tightening up the more he kept his hold on you.

“l—let go!”

“do you ever shut that mouth of yours?”

blade let you thrash around, amused by the way you tried so hard to get away knowing this is exactly what you wanted.

he let go of you after a bit, letting you catch your breath before immediately shoving your head down, making you fall to your knees.

you caught yourself, knees digging into the concrete as a fit of coughs left you, your eyes teary as the man above you looked down at you.

“is that— all you got?”

blade watched you, intrigued by your response.

“cause so far, my theory is still right.”

the stellaron hunter didn’t respond, instead, he let his actions speak for him.

a hand came down to grip your hair before shoving the rest of your head into the ground, cheek now pressed fully into the rocky surface.

he removed the bandaged hand from your hair, making you let out a sigh in relief as the pressure was released.

a moment that was short lived as you felt something else press onto your head.

is that his fucking shoe?

blade put all his pressure on one leg, smushing your cheek into the concrete, watching your nails dig into your palms.

“get off my fuckin’ face.”

“you think you can give me orders?”

his shoe pressed harder, making you hiss in response.

“isn’t this what you wanted, girl,”

he leaned down, ramming your face harder into the ground, blood leaking from your cheek as he did so.

“for me to be rough, mean—,”

you couldn’t help how wet this was making you, knowing that blade was the one hurting you like this.

it made you feel dizzy.

blade noticed how you shifted your body, thighs pressing together and the little whimpers that kept slipping past your lips.

“you gettin’ off from this?”

“n—no.”

he scoffed, leaning over your body entirely until he was able to reach the hem of your dress, lifting the material up your body until it exposed your clothed cunt, arousal seeping through the material.

“you sure about that, girl?”

he was mocking you.

“got all drenched, just from me throwing you around a little?”

blade chuckled, leaning back up before finally removing his shoe from your head.

you pushed yourself up a bit, wiping off the dirt and blood from your cheek, eyes piercing into the man above you.

he squatted down, now face to face with you as he let his gloved hand cup the underside of your chin, squeezing the flesh so your lips puffed up.

“still want to be a brat, hm?”

“f—fuck you,”

there was silence, followed by the stinging feeling of blade’s hand connecting with your cheek, holding your face there after the fact.

“say one more word,”

he got close to your ear, lips brushing against the flesh making you jolt away.

“and i’ll make sure that little cunt of yours gets nothin’ tonight.”

you stayed silent, teeth gnawing into your cheek to silence a moan that almost snuck through.

blade let out an airy laugh, landing a few soft hits against your cheek before finally standing tall again.

“that’s all it takes to shut you up?”

you looked up at him, eyes glossed over with tears, a pout visible on your lips.

“so fuckin’ easy.”

“p—please,”

aeons, you looked so desperate.

blade had enough self control to not moan at the sight of you, but his cock was aching within the confines of his pants.

“c’mere, on your knees.”

you did as he said, kneeling right in front of his crotch, practically drooling like a starved dog.

he toyed with his belt, yanking the the leather off before pausing for a second, looking at the item then back at you.

“don’t move.” blade said sternly, circling around so he was behind you.

he knelt down, taking both of your wrists in his hand before wrapping the leather belt around them, tightening it, making you hiss a bit in response.

blade hummed, satisfied with his work, returning to his position in front of you.

you shifted your wrists, getting used to the feeling of them being restricted before looking back up at the man, a small pout on your lips.

“was this really necessary?”

he scoffed, his gloved hand reaching down to grip your jaw.

“still running that damn mouth of yours—,”

blade’s thumb slid over the flesh of your bottom lip, humming, before forcing the digit into your mouth.

“there, now you’re quiet.”

you whined against his finger, teeth grazing the fabric on it in an attempt to bite the stellaron hunter.

“don’t even think about it, girl.”

he saw that mischievous glint in your eyes, your lips pursed upwards, challenging the man.

“or what?” you slurred out, muffled by your mouth being full.

blade was on fire, his control still slipping from every bit of resistance you gave him.

the man slid his leg towards you, the tip of his shoe pressing against the fabric of your underwear.

you nearly choked on his thumb, your hips grinding into his shoe involuntarily from the lack of contact thus far.

“so greedy.”

he slipped his digit from your mouth, wiping the spit across the flush of your cheeks.

“go on,”

blade moved his shoe even further into your cunt, your full weight now sitting on top of it.

“i—i’m not getting off on your foot.”

“still want to talk back, hm?”

he leaned down, face now inches from yours, his expression unreadable.

“either start movin’ or you’re getting nothin’ from me.”

“don’t believe you—,”

blade sucked his teeth, how could you still be this mouthy with him?

“one more word from you and i swear to—,”

“swear to what, hm? that you’ll leave me here? oh p—please.”

you leaned in closer to him, mouth inches away from his ear.

“you leave me here, and you’ll get nothing too,”

blade felt your teeth nip at this flesh, a giggle escaping you as you leaned away.

“and we both know how much you love getting your dick wet.”

the stellaron hunter looked at you once more, eyes closing as he leaned back up, a long sigh leaving him.

you watched him undo the button on his pants, then the zipper, the material falling open, exposing the fabric of his boxers.

blade removed his cock from the confines of his pants, hard and leaking with his arousal.

“you think i need you, girl, to get off?”

he wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly pumping it as he looked dead in your eyes, a smirk forming on his lips.

“what are you doing—,”

his free hand slapped across your cheek once again, making you yelp in surprise.

“i don’t want to hear one fuckin’ word from you.”

his thumb slid across the tip of his length, wiping the precum away as he continued to pleasure himself.

all you could do was watch as he thrusted into his hand, your cunt leaking all over the surface of the man’s shoe.

without thought, you started slowly grinding your hips into his foot, small whimpers slipping from you as you became mesmerized by the sight of blade.

“did i say you could hump my shoe, brat?”

you jolted back to your senses when you heard his voice, hips stopping their movements while you gazed up at blade, eyes wide and lips glossy.

“no movin’ unless i tell you.”

so, there you sat, all helpless as you watched blade fuck into his hand, only the sounds of his occasional groans filling your ears.

you shifted your thighs, the lack of friction between your legs making your head dizzy, teeth chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“b—blade,”

“didn’t i say to keep quiet?”

he hissed out, tone mean and rough.

your eyes glossed over with tears, a few falling as you whined, catching the man’s attention.

“you want something, girl?”

you nodded, eyes begging him to do anything.

he slowed the pace at which he rubbed his cock, now focused on your desperate expression.

“spit it out then.”

“want— want to get off, please.”

blade huffed out a laugh, his hand now coming to a stop, giving you his full attention.

“i don’t think you deserve to after all the stunts you’ve played today.”

“sorry, ‘m s—sorry!”

he took a step closer to you, cock now inches away from your face, twitching slightly as it brushed against your lips.

“hm - are you actually sorry or,”

blade shifted his shoe beneath your cunt, making you moan as he continued his small movements.

“do you just want me to touch this greedy cunt?”

“n—no, no! ‘m sorry, promise i am.”

he contemplated for a moment, but finally came to a decision.

“you’re gonna let me fuck this mouth of yours,”

his cock slid past your lips, slowly pushing in as the tip approach the back of your throat

“and if you satisfy me enough—,”

blade groaned, the feeling of your tongue curling around his length distracting him from finishing his sentence.

“i’ll finally let you cum, got it?”

you nodded as best you could, your movements restricted due to blade’s cock being shoved down your throat.

“good, good girl.”

the praise alone made your hole clench around nothing, arousal dripping onto the concrete.

blade placed both hands on your head, curling them into your hair before shallowing thrusting in your mouth, letting you briefly adjust to the feeling.

his pace began to speed up, his tip now constantly pressing into the back of your throat making you gag every time he moved, drooling dribbling your chin.

“that’s it, girl.”

another groan left the stellaron hunter, his eyes closing as you swirled your tongue around his cock as he fucked into your mouth, edging the man to his release.

“so fuckin’—,”

he adjusted the leg placed under your cunt, the sudden movement making you whine against his length.

“c’mon, grind against me.”

you didn’t have to be told twice, your hips immediately beginning to move against his shoe, the feeling making your eyes roll into your skull.

the two of you looked absolutely filthy.

sweat pouring from your skin, a constant parade of moans filling the air around you.

blade’s cock twitched in your mouth, his movements becoming sloppy as tightened the grip on your hair, signaling he was close to his release.

you’re own high was approaching too, your cunt aching from how hard you were humping into the man.

“gonna— fuck, gonna cum soon.”

he could hear you utter a small please, watching the way your cunt dragged against him, your arousal pooling around the base of his shoe.

“you gettin’ close, girl?”

all he got in response was a whine, your movements never once faltering as he roughly continued his attack on your throat.

“better— fuckin’ cum with me, got it?”

blade got harder, rougher, his thrusts becoming erratic, one of his hands leaving your hair to cup your chin, lifting your head so your eyes bore into each others.

the feeling in your stomach boiled over, a mantra of muffled moans spilling from you as blade threw his head back, thrusting one last time into your mouth before spilling his seed down your throat, coating the flesh with white.

your own orgasm washed over you, hips stuttering as you rode out the high, arousal gushing from your hole.

“yeah, yeah— that’s it, come undone for me, girl.”

blade slowly slid from your mouth, his release burning your throat as some of it seeped down.

the hand on your chin forced your mouth open, thumb pressing against your tongue.

“stick it out, let me see.”

you obeyed, tongue moving on its own to show blade his cum coating the entirety of your mouth.

“good — now swallow.”

again, you listened, letting the rest of his seed coat your throat as it went down.

blade noticed the way your hips were still moving, slowly, but noticeable.

“always so greedy, aren’t you?”

he moved to stand behind you, one of his legs pressing into your back, pushing the weight of your body forward, making your cheek pressing into ground below.

blade knelt down, his hands finding your hips as he examined the mess that was your panties, all soaked through with a mixture of cum and sweat.

the man pushed the fabric to the side, his fingers running up and down the slit, your hips bucking from the sensitivity of your previous orgasm.

“she’s still sensitive, huh?”

two of his fingers circled your clit, his eyes watching the way your hole would twitch around air from every move of them.

“poor girl, you just want to be filled, don’t you?”

your mind couldn’t think straight, words becoming trapped in your throat as blade had his way with you, unable to resist any of his actions.

blade removed his fingers from your bud, now inching them towards your leaking hole, circling it before finally sinking them in, the clench of your words making the man smirk.

“b—blade!”

his thrusts were fast, unrelenting — curling into your sweet spot as his palm continuously pressed into your clit.

“must feel so good,”

blade leaned his body completely over your own, lips kissing your nape as he got close to your ear, his breath making your body shiver.

“having my fingers in you, filling you up.”

it was pathetic how quickly you reached your release, voice cracking as you let out broken moans of blade’s name, your hips moving against the movement of his hand.

“gonna cum already, girl?”

“y—yes, yes, gonna—,”

your mouth hung open, pupils dilating as you felt yourself release, a gush of liquid pouring onto the stellaron hunters hand, staining the ground below.

blade groaned just from the sight of you squirting, cock leaking as he didn’t let up the ministrations of his fingers, guiding you through your high.

“so fuckin’ precious, squirtin’ all over me like that.”

you were panting like a dog, all the thoughts in your head were only about him.

“love your f—fingers, fuck—!”

blade finally slowed his pace, fingers coming to a stop as he watched your body start to come down from your orgasm.

he slipped his fingers out slowly, the sticky substance leaving his gloves glistening.

his free hand grabbed hold of your waist, lifting your body so that it sat flush against his front, letting you rest in his lap.

“want you to taste yourself, c’mere”

you felt his clothed fingers brush against your lips, pushing past them slightly before you opened them yourself, the sweet taste of your own juices consuming your senses.

blade watched as you suck on his digits, tongue licking up every last drop of your release with ease, the sight alone making him stifle a moan.

“that’s my girl, clean all of it off.”

once he felt you had successfully licked his fingers clean, he guided them out, letting the hand settle against your neck.

he thought you would be burnt out, too tired to continue, but he watched you turn your head, eyes wide with need as you finally spoke.

“want you— want you in me, baby.”

his cock strained, your sweet voice driving him absolutely mad.

“yeah? think you can take it, girl”

“mhm, ‘course i can.”

blade hummed, acknowledging you, pressing a wet kiss your cheek as he turned your body around, laying you flat on your back.

he positioned himself over you, hands placing themselves on your thighs as he guided his cock towards your cunt, tip pressing against the hole.

the stellaron hunter slowly pushed the head into your warmth, the two of you moaning at the feeling.

“always so— tight.”

blade hissed out, your walls clamping around him as he made his way further inside you, your little whines sounding like music to his ears.

“s—so big!”

you didn’t have to look up to see the grin plastered on blade’s face, his grip on your thighs tightening from your words.

“hah—, thought you said you could take it?”

“can, i c—can!”

he pushed your thighs until your knees smushed against the plump of your chest, ankles dangling over blade’s shoulders.

with one final push, blade was finally all the way inside of you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

his gaze drifted to where you met his cock, mesmerized by how deep he was inside of you.

you felt his cock start to move, sliding half way out before slamming back in, your toes curling from the sensation.

“b—blade, blade—!”

“take it, take my fuckin’ cock.”

his thrusts were mean, constantly hitting the deepest parts of you as he practically folded your body in half.

your mind was blank, the only coherent sounds leaving you being a blend of whimpers and blade’s name, drool leaking from the corners of your lips.

blade pressed his entire body weight onto you, freeing one of his hands from your thighs to pull down the top of your dress, exposing your hardened buds.

his tongue was quick, swirling the flesh before fully sucking on them, teeth digging into the skin as he did so.

“taste so good,”

he was like a rabid dog, lips latching onto any patch of skin he could find, biting into it as he littered your chest with a gallery of bruises.

“gonna make sure you know who owns you,”

another bite, canines ripping into the flesh.

“every fuckin’ inch—,”

his bandaged hand slid down, fingers grazing your clit before beginning to rub the nerves.

“oh my g—!”

before you knew it, a stream of liquid released from you, coating blade’s cock with the substance.

blade’s thrust never slowed though, neither did the movements of his fingers on your clit, his mind too focused on burying his cock inside of you.

“this cunt,”

his hand lifted before slapping your sensitive bud, your body jerking at the sting.

“belongs to me.”

you couldn’t reply even if you tried, your brain too occupied with the feeling of your walls being stretched open.

blade could feel his balls tightening, the flow of his thrusts getting sloppier as he pounded into you.

he could tell you were close again too, walls squeezing even tighter around him, your moans getting louder with every passing second.

“w—want,”

blade looked down at you, watching you struggle to form any coherent sentence, eyes clamping shut.

“want what? c’mon tell me.”

“want, want you to—,”

the man saw you bite into your lip, head going limp as your jaw dropped open.

“no— look at me, girl.”

his hand found your head, wrapping around your jaw so he could turn it towards him, his eyes coming into contact with yours.

“be good and tell me what you want.”

“c—cum! want it fillin’ me up, please—,”

aeons, you were going to be the death of him.

blade chuckled briefly, his hands finding place on the backs of your thighs again, pushing them into you once more.

“yeah? you want me to fill you—?”

“yes, yes, yes—!”

“gonna leave you fuckin’ leaking then.”

his cock pistoned into you, your hole burning from how hard he was going, the stretch making you jerking away without realizing it.

blade noticed, a shaky laugh leaving him as he grasped onto your thighs harder, pulling you back to him.

“don’t fuckin’ run—,”

he could feel himself drooling, salivating at the thought of releasing his seed into you.

“gonna pump you full, leave you drippin’—.

“p—please, please! ‘m gonna, gonna—!”

blade pressed into you, his hold on you so hard you could feel the bruises forming where his hands were.

“yeah—, let go for me, cum all over my fuckin’ cock.”

and that you did, body convulsing as your vision went white, your arousal coating the entirety of blade’s length.

blade let out one final groan, his hips slapping against your thighs as he spilled into your hole, painting the walls in shades of white.

“take it, take it, take it—!”

your body went limp, breaths heavy as blade finally slowed his thrusts down, his cock still buried inside of you.

he looked down, eyes trained on the white ring around the base of his cock, one formed your own arousal.

blade slid out slowly, your hole twitching at the loss before finally, the ooze of his cum began leaking from you, dripping down the length of your cunt.

his fingers wiped up any of the substance that fell from you, guiding it towards your hole before pushing it back in, making you whimper from the feeling.

“s—so full,”

blade kept his digits stuffed in you, leaning over you to leave a sloppy kiss on your lips, pulling away as he gazed into your eyes, all puffy and wet.

“all fuckin’ mine.”

[xramyeonz]

CRUSH - lhs TEASER

Pairing: Lee Heeseung x freader

Genre: fluff?; slow burn?

Word count: teaser is around 5k (yeah it’s a lot)

Warnings: yn has never been in love, Heeseung is yn’s brother’s bestfriend, mention of other idols, pet name that’ll make you throw up, English isn’t my first language sorry for every mistakes made I’m still working on it

Full story will be out before the world ends (hopefully)

Never being in a relationship may have fucked up your perception of love. You were born a hopeless romantic, as far as you can remember you have always been waiting for that day where you would fall in love and never let go of this person. You really wished it happened but years passed and still there was no one. You debilerately didn't date at first because no matter how much pressure your friends used to put on you during your school days there was no way you had a boyfriend at the ripe age of 8 (that and also Adam was really bad looking). Anyway at 8 you weren't interested in having a wedding during play time with some guys you were sure you would be ashamed of later.

When you hit middle school you were still reluctant of this idea, it's hard for a teenage girl to grow properly if she has to deal with a man. And guys are so annoying at 14 years old, let alone how bad looking they are, no it wasn't for you. At 14 guys were discovering sex and they would have made you like some kind of slut anyway so there was no way.

During highschool you weren't against experiencing love, at this point you had seen "to all the boys I loved before" and you were secretly wishing Peter Kavinsky would find you somehow (the Peter from the first movie not the one that wasn't waiting for Lara Jean in the hot tub duh). You were only disapointed when you realised boys were still not to your liking, and still annoying, and Peter Kavinsky wasn't real. But also, they weren't looking at you. To be honest you were never the center of everybody's attention but you weren't left aside that much. But highschool turned things, you never realised how much more beautiful your friends were until the moment it hit you. Guys were all over them while no one looked back at you, not that you would have looked their way, but still you realised that maybe, guys found you ugly.

And this is how you ended up still lonely, unloved and virgin at 23 years old. Sure 23 isn't old, you're still so young, but every time you tell someone that no, you had never been in a relationship, no you were never in a situationship, no you never reached the "talking stage" with anybody, they always hit you with the "No way you're lying" or "You're not missing out on anything don't worry love only hurts" and even worse "You'll see, love will come when you least expect it" as if you were expecting anything anymore. Like your bestfriend would always say, you're the ultimate virgin: no kiss, no hook ups, no relationship, not even a crush (celebrity crush doesn't count since they are out of reach anyway).

Howeber being born a hopeless romantic you had to somehow fill the empty void in your heart, that's how you ended up watching rom-coms, romance anime, all sort of drama, your favourite songs were all about love, you began to read romance books, manhwas, romance mangas, and the devil itself: fanfictions. You were something like 13 when you discovered wattpad and fanfictions, you couldn't believe what you discovered that night. You had to put an all nighter to process everything, it was like the pandora box, there was so many love stories for free, you rushed to read as many as possible, always waiting for updates to your favourite stories. This is how you discovered what they called lemons at first, the smut, you would've never imagined that at 23 you were still reading about it and still wonder how it really is.

This made you who you are today, the quiet single girl, reading things on her phone. Everybody around you knew how single you felt inside, claiming either that you would end up alone anyway and that no man deserves you or even that you're still single because it meant that you would end up with the sexiest, prettiest, loveliest, richest most perfect man on earth (stay delulu).

And you think about your prolonged celibacy when you see two person kissing right in front of you while you're waiting in line to get cookies for you and your bestfriend, and with Juno by Sabrina Carpenter playing on the background you swear that if those two motherfuckers in front of you don't separate asap you'll start throwing hands.

"Stop hating on them I can see the daggers your eyes are throwing." Kazuha said, walking toward you.

You sighed, "I can't take it anymore, one more couple and I'll just kill myself." You mimicked beheading yourself with your thumb as if it was a knife.

"It's the campus couple's dating place, what were you expecting?" She whislted a laugh, replacing her hair behind her ears while looking at her phone. She was right, what exactly were you expecting, it's always like that, people are always eating each other's face as if they wished to swallow the other one right in front of you. No you're not jealous, you just wish they were more considerate of other people around them.

You practically ran back to your class after eating outside just to be back in the anxiety of university courses, what a delight. Kazuha followed you, amused and just plopped on the sit next to you, the auditorium wasn't full, you still had time before the beggining of the next lecture and Kazuha took advantage of it to show you all her campus crush's pictures. He is known among every student for being one of the hotest boys on campus. There was a day when you and Kazuha were trying to find a vending machine and you randomly crossed his path, it was the day Kazuha developped sort of a crush on him after he smilled in your direction.

By sort of a crush what you really mean is that she began to call him her husband everyday and sending you pictures of him on her secret twitter account. You don't know where she got all those thirst traps of him but there sure is a lot and you can't deny the fact that he is good looking. What you find weird is the fangirling, she doesn't know him, has never heard him talking or do anything else than walking on campus or posing on those pictures? The only thing she knows is that his name is Lee Heeseung, he is 2 years older than you, he majors in sociology, he likes playing basketball and he is popular for his doe eyes.

But for her knowing that little about him is making all this "campus crush" thing funnier as she says. She treats it like a celebrity crush, she doesn't want to be in a relationship with him but she enjoys the view of him and the excitment whenever she sees him on the other side of the road. Sometimes she forces you to follow her, making a detour just to cross his path and giggle when she realised that you walked right in front of him, always claiming that she sweared he looked at you or that he seemed geniunely curious about you.

No matter how awkward it was you had to cope with that crush thing, you were the only follower to that secret twitter account she had and where she posted all of her crushes, from Lee Heeseung to Zayn Malik, each time she came across a picture of one of her crushes she just had to tweet about it, and to be honest it was really funny to witness, every off putting comment about how she could die for the man on the picture or how she deserves to be their wife made you laugh, some innocent freakyness never hurt anyone.

"Oh you should take a look to the last picture Carlos Sainz posted on his instagram he looks sooo yu-"

"What the-" You suddenly heard the group of girls on the row in front of you laughing louder, cutting Kazuha's fangirling session. They all turned toward you two, eyes wide on shock and mouth covered by their hands as they where giggling and whispering to each others. You shoot a glance at Kazuha who wasn't understanding either what was their problem. You knew those girls, two were Kazuha's roommates, they weren't close friends but they got allong well so such weird behaviour was really surprising coming from them. After a minute of incomprehension, one of Kazuha's roommate turned around with her phone in hand. "Kazuha is that you?" She handed you the phone and you gasped in shock, a shock that was nothing compared to the terror in Kazuha's eyes. Automatically her eyes found yours, it was unthinkable but her secret account had been discovered. The tweet Yuna was showing you was one of the numerous pictures of Heeseung where Kazuha commented "looking so fine and for what?".

Everybody's eyes inside the auditorium was on you, regardless if they heard what was happening or not, if they knew what was happening or not, everybody had their eyes on you and Kazuha who probably wished to disappear right away.

"W-well I-" she stutters, searching for something to say just to make this whole thing less embarassing but it was too hard to witness. You've never seen Kazuha so embarassed before, you could only guess what was going through her head. These four girls knew who Heeseung was. You were already imagining Kazuha's distress when she would just be inside her dorm whith her roommates also there, just talking about how Kazuha was a weird fangirl.

"It's not hers it's mine." You blurted out without even thinking.

All eyes shifted to you, the shock on their faces only growing because everybody knew you as the no boyfriend girl. Even you were shocked about what you just did, you sacrificed your whole social life in order to protect Kazuha's reputation. This whole discreet attitude, you always did your best not to attract unwanted attention, all this work was long forgotten now. Kazuha snapped her head toward you, the fear inside her eyes was now mixed with incomprehension. Why would you even do that?

You were already regretting that dumb decision your stupid mouth made by itself. Now you were just mentally preparing yourself for the worse time of your life, far ahead of the day you had your wisdom teeth removed.

"So you have a crush on him?" You saw one of the girls ask and you knew she had something in mind while asking that. The mission was clear right now, you had to limit the damage, by all cost.

The thought of it made no sense to you, no you couldn't possibly have just a slight crush for him. But for Kazuha's sake you had to put on the act of your life. "He is good looking, is it that shocking?" the nonchalance in your tone was crazy, somebody give you an oscar right now because you're giving the act of your whole life.

But after all you didn't lie, you found the man good looking.

"No it's just that... I wasn't expecting you out of all people to have such account..."

As you were about to answer, the teacher came in and started the lecture right away switching everybody's attention to whatever he was saying, even tho you still saw the girls stealing glances in your direction. This was incomparable to the day you got your wisdom teeth removed, it was way less painful back then.

"Thank you..." Kazuha whispered, making you sigh.

"You owe me for your whole life now girl..."

By the end of the week you knew everybody knew about your secret fan girl twitter account, you were suddenly the centre of everybody's attention, people shooting glances at you every now and then. After the incident, you made sure with Kazuha that she DELETED that stupid account before even more damages were made (even if you deeply knew it was too late). You were suddenly glad that you weren't in the same major Heeseung was in, at least you would not be running into him randomly. There was still a very thin chance that he would never hear about that fangirl account or something and this is quite litteraly what you were wishing for.

You had to wait for a week before you stopped hearing whispers whenever you walked by (it's hard to think that you're in university and not highshcool with how people reacted to this whole drama...) the storm was now behind you (or so you like to think), you just had to go ahead, and by going ahead you really meant anywhere but near the sociology major zone, out of fear that you'll run into Heeseung. That's why when Kazuha asked you to go to a party you refused, knowing that it's always one of Heeseung's friends throwing parties, and you weren't taking that risk.

But of course you never refuse anything to Kazuha, it's just how you show your love to your friends -even though sometimes you wish your love language would've been words of affirmations and not give in to whatever your friends want- and one thing lead to another you were ready, in front of the house where the party was being held. It was the -huge- house of one of the guys in the same major as Heeseung, but Kazuha swore to you that he wasn't going to be at the party because he was busy, it was Kazuha's roomate that told her that and (it helped Kazuha getting what she wanted: you going to the party). The sight of the house left you wordless because you weren't aware at all that someone that rich would be studying in the same university as you.

The house was so impressive it got you stuck in front of the doorway, staring at it while considering if you were dressed well enough just to step inside and the answer obviously was no. You were just wearing a cargo pant with a crop top and a leather jacket, of course you weren't wearing someting good enough for the house.

"I can't..." you said to yourself, turning around. It didn't matter that you just texted Kazuha to say that you arrived, you were ready to run back to your place and you really would've done it if it wasn't for the man you bumped into.

"Are you running away?" A soft chuckle leaving his lips as you shifted your gaze to his face, only for you to recognize Lee Heeseung.

The first thing you thought about was the LIE Kazuha had told you, the man was right in front of you in the flesh. For a "too busy to be here" man he seemed very present, relaxed and free.

It was far from your first time seeing him this close but for a second your breath was cut, your body stiffening as if you were caught red handed doing something bad. Either it's the shame of getting caught chickening out of a party, the guilt of knowing that you -kind of- stalked him for the past year because of your best friend, or the overwhelming embarasment of the possibilty of him knowing that you were the one managing a fangirl account of him even if it isn't really you...

You quickly tried to regain composure from the built embarassement inside of you before answering him with some poorly faked nonchalance, wondering where your acting skills had gone "I just don't feel like going anymore, I think I'm sick or-"

His laugh echoing in your ears and his hand on your lower back stopped you from talking. He used his unexpected grab on you to turn you around with one hand on your shoulder, the other still well placed on your lower back. You then felt him leaning toward you and the heat of his breath dying close to your ear as he told you: "C'mon let's have fun inside."

You gasped.

The man didn't give you a single chance to escape, he was pushing you toward the doorway no matter that you gave him a desperate look or that you shook your head, he seemed determined to take you to that party. If it was somebody else you would have taken their hands away from you an maybe you would've even scream at them, but there was something with Heeseung that stopped you from doing so, a supernatural force that just broke your ability to talk and disconnected your legs from your brain leaving them on auto-pilot, forcing you to follow Heeseung's lead.

As he pushed you inside, you realised that being impressed of the doorway was stupid, you should've guessed that the inside would be worse. The entry was huge, so was the garden and the pool inside of it. There was people everywhere, music blasting (not that you just discovered it, you just didn't pay attention to it when you were in front of the house), even the lights were set in a cool way, there was colorful neon around the place maybe to give a more partyish vibe and it worked just fine because for an instant you thought you were at a fancy party that Jackson Wang hosted like in every single fanfiction.

After a few seconds of being impresed by the place, you realised that Heeseung's hands weren't on you anymore, taking it as your sign to finally run away from here but the man was still paying attention to you and once again stopped your from running away.

"Stop holding me hostage and let me go home please." You pleaded, both your hands joined in prayer sign with the best doe eyes you were capable of.

He lifted the hand that wasn't busy keeping you from escaping the party and moved his pointing finger from left to right, shaking his head along to say no, he wasn't letting you go home.

You sighed in defeat, maybe this was the universe's way to tell you that you had to stay here, and at least you'll have some tea to spill when you'll fid Kazuha amongst the crowd of the party. You'll tell her how her campus crush hold you hostage and made you move around inside the house with his arm resting around your shoulders- When did he put his arm on your shoulders?- Once again your body was moving alone, following Heeseung inside the house, toward the living room where his friend group was settled. When you realised the arm on your shoulders you pushed it gently, you were uncomfortable with this and he understood it, immediately taking it down while muttering a slight "sorry", he still kept pushing his hand on your lower back to lead you toward one of the free couches.

As you pop down on the leather sofa, you realise that Heeseung dragged you far enough so that people will not give attention to the both of you and you let out a defeated sight. You tried so hard not to get involved with him.

"Why would you come to a party just to renounce last minute?" Heeseung asks you, his tone seemingly geniunely curious. You can't tell what it is but something in his demeanor is telling you he will not let you go so soon. His body is fully turned toward you, his crossed legs touching yours, the slight friction making you contract your legs' muscles each time.

"My friend asked me to come but you know... I just don't like parties..."

"Why isn't your friend with you? They chickened out as well?" He jocked. He doesn't believe you, either because he thinks you're a loser and you don't have any friends or he knows. For your own well being you'll think it's the first option.

You gave him a side eye, making him smirk. Oh he shouldn't be giving you that look, you're not really in the mood to get teased by him. "No, she must be somewhere in the crowd, I texted her that I was here a minute ago so-"

"-Let's wait for her here then."

The mood suddenly shifted into one that you couldn't quite describe, it was just the way his eyes wouldn't let go of your figure... What was his problem? Maybe you looked really bad? Or funny?

Or he knew...

"I really don't think I'll enjoy the party... let me go please." you whined once again, maybe you'll end up having what you want if you ask non stop for it.

For the nth time you looked at him as he shook his head in disaproval "There is no going home, I'll help you enjoying tonight don't worry." The same smirk sticking on his face as if it would kill him to just not look at you as if he was permanently teasing you. "I'm your shining armor knight, here to help you have the night of your life baby love." A scoff escaped your lips because of how cheesy that line was, and you almost threw up because of the emphasis on the cringey nickname he gave you. He did it on purpose because he knew how you'd react to it, espacially to that specific pet name, he knew you too well.

"Heeseung..." you grouched, eyes fixed on his while he looked at you with a slight pout on his face, he was mocking you, giving you false pity. You knew from the beginning it was useless to try to escape from him if he caught you.

Heeseung and you knew each other since you were 10 and him 12. Your older brother had a huge group of friend -unlike you- and Heeseung was one of them. You never paid attention to your brother's friends. Why? Because you were uninterested in them to the point it was hard for you to remember some of their names. If your brother was a social butterfly and tried to befriend every human being it wasn't your case, plus you had enough friends on your own to try to befriend his. That was until Heeseung.

The first time you saw him he seemed shy, when your brother opened the door wide and declared that you had to let them use the big tv so they could have a smash bros tournament Heeseung seemed uneasy with that idea. You remember it because when you took your stuffs to leave -while rolling your eyes and giving the biggest attitude to your brother- Heeseung excused himself for disturbing you. That is how you ended up remembering him as the polite one. Since he was the polite one, you were cool with him. You learned his name fast as he was often going to your place to do whatever teenage boys like to do and that you're not interested in. And at some point you began to chit-chat with him learning things about each other and he ended up opening to you. And it was the moment you learned who really was Heeseung.

Of course he was well behaved, his parents taught him well and they had a beautiful son. At some point Heeseung became such a regular at yours that you weren't even surprised when he walked inside your house, you recognized him when he knocked on your door - five very recognizable firm knocks spaced by several seconds each to make it dramatic - in the end he was really nice and for once you could understand what your brother saw in him, he was fun to be around, a good friend.

But this was hidding his real true identity, there is a reason why he became friend with someone like your brother, if they clicked that well it was because they were similar in some aspects.

Heeseung was popular, you would've never guessed it based on how he behaved at home but he really enjoyed it. Back then you were kind of unaware of his and your brother's popularity, unaware that the attention your brother and Heeseung gave you would soon become the worst thing to deal with ever. At first they treated you as some sort of mascot, each time they walked past you they would scream your name, make you name the one you liked the most -nobody was surprised when you always answered Heeseung-, they forced you to walk with them to go home, dragging you around with them each time they crashed at the town's old soccer field until late.

And the rumor got spread way too easily that Beomgyu's sister was in the building and that she always spent time with his whole friendgroup, but especially with Heeseung.

Your friends found it very cool but you didn't. Older girls began to walk to you, taking you away from your friends to talk about your brother and Heeseung, always and suddenly everything began to be about them. What was Heeseung like when not at school? What was your brother's favourite tv show? Have they ever talk to you about girls? Who?

After you explicitely told them that you didn't wanted to talk about them those same girls that treated you like a friend became hostil to you, glaring at you each time your brother or Heeseung would walk past you and tease you about something casual, some even began to create sort of a competition of who is closer to the boys even if you never agreed on participating.

You hoped it would stop after they left middle school for highschool. You had a break for two years. Nobody was triggered by your interractions with them. People had nothing to add fuel to their curiosity about your relationship with Heeseung and you finally were at peace. At least at school.

At home, Heeseung began to add to your brother's bullying. They would always tease you about everything, it was armless nothing really deep but it was unwanted attention from them and you were short tempered so they just had to annoy you for the sole fact that it was easy. The main topic of their teasing being your non existent love life, while they had a list of persons waiting just to be looked at by them as long as the Burj Khalifa. You were suddenly the bitchless loser of the house, reading about romance all the time but never being the one living it.

Then you went to highschool. And they were there.

For a whole year they made sure to drive you crazy. Encouraged by your brother, Heeseung began to call you by every pet name known to mankind, just because they saw one when they stole one of your books. Boo, sugarplum, cutie pie, darling, honey bear... you had no break. His favourite one was baby love, you almost threw up every time he called you that but it made him so happy to see your constipated face whenever he called you that in public.

On the bright side since your first middle school year you were more brave and even tho people knew something was up between you and those two, no one really went to you to ask about it, the glares remained but at least they were silent.

When they graduated and eventually went to college it stopped. Heeseung wasn't around that much anymore and he seemed to be busy. Maybe it was college that kept him from visiting or whatever but it made your life way calmer and god how much you liked that. The few times you saw him it was brief but he never missed a chance to tease you with the pet name you couldn't escape from, baby love. It was just so stupid but it sticked. Even your own parents began to call you that and you almost became crazy. Every time they called you that, you thought about Heeseung, cursed at him for being the reason your whole family refered to you as baby love, and more because if someone should be calling you that it should be only him. After all he was the one who made that pet name up, not the others.

When you moved to uni you knew Heeseung was majoring in sociology and that your own university was providing a sociology major, you just didn't know where he was studying but the chances for him being in the exact same university as the one you wanted was so low that you went there easy minded. When you realised that you should have asked your brother where his bestfriend studied it was already too late, he was on campus, on the first day of class, his eyes as wide as his smile.

You don't have no superpower but you knew what he was thinking, he wanted to jump on you and celebrate your reunion. But before he embarassed you in front of the whole campus you ran from him. You decided that instead of asking him to leave you, you would ignore him. But of course you can never escape forever, reality always punched you in the end, you couldn't stay away from him forever.

"Why are you even doing this?" you asked, in reality you knew he just missed teasing you and a part of you missed him too because, if he was mainly annoying he wasn't always a nuisance and sometimes you had really good conversations with him. But you were stressed out regarding a certain twitter account, but he hadn't say about it yet so you were starting to assume that maybe -just maybe- he didn't know.

"Because I caught you running away."He giggled.

You rolled your eyes, before looking back at him deadpan. "I didn't try to run away."

"Yes you did."

"Ok I did."

He laughed, easing the tension or whatever was making this situation feel somewhat heavy. You were glad because you couldn't bare the creeping hotness on your body that -you were absolutely sure- made you flush. Hopefully the dim light had your back hiding your red face from him.

You also hope the faded lights were hidding your secret glances at him. You didn't know where to look at, because looking at him seemed too much for you but there also was the fact that your eyes were just attracted to him. You wanted to detail him, look every detail of his face, understand how he parted his hair or witness for yourself his famous bambi eyes that you avoided for so long but that you really liked in reality. It had been so long since you've seen him this close, you felt like getting back you favourite old teddy bear. But you couldn't, the only thing you allowed yourself to look at without too much shame were his clothes, you were surprised to see that you somehow matched tonight, he was dressed in the same colors as you, that made you smile.

"Now that I caught you Y/N I had a question..."

You humed a slight "hm" while nodding, if he wanted to kow why you escaped from him you knew that you will have no shame telling him that he was as embarassing as an intrusive parent and that if he wanted you to behave otherwise than you've been, then he had to stop the pet names and everything else, just drop the teasing.

"Do you really think that I'm breedable? And agonizingly good looking?" He finally asked, on a teasing tone pressing his lips together on a line to prevent himself from laughing at you

[sweeetflips]

Kissing away tears

another kissing prompt, featuring Lucanis getting vulnerable (sorta)! planning to post the collection of these prompt responses to ao3

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Osla did not officially reside at the Dellamorte Estate. He still had his room at the Lighthouse, still carted his belongings back and forth. But the Lighthouse room was getting less and less use as time went on. More and more of his things got left behind in Treviso.

He was beginning to wonder if he should just ask to move in and get it over with, but a nagging fear held him back. Things were good as they were. Things were settled. He didn't want to disrupt whatever balance he and Lucanis had achieved. Didn't want to scare Lucanis off with too much commitment too soon.

Osla's favorite thing about practically living with Lucanis was getting to share a bed. Lucanis had been sleeping better since coming to terms with Spite, and Osla loved hearing his breathing grow deep and rumbly as he fell asleep. He loved waking in the night and reaching out to find Lucanis's hand. He loved groggy morning cuddles. Plus, Lucanis had a really nice bed. It felt like curling up inside a cloud.

One night, Osla found himself half awoken by some strange dream that skittered away from him as he tried to grasp back onto it. His hand drifted instinctively out to his right, where Lucanis slept, but found only empty sheets.

Confusion turned to fear in his sleep-addled mind. He cracked his eyes open, turning to look for his beloved.

Lucanis was there, just out of reach, a shadow on the edge of the bed. Osla grew more awake as pieces fell into place. Lucanis's form, curled into a tight, stiff ball. His breathing, shuddering just slightly on the exhale.

Lucanis was crying, and desperately trying to hide it.

For a moment, Osla didn't know what to do. He'd only seen Lucanis cry once before, and it had been a quick spill of tears that the assassin had promptly wiped away and swallowed down. It wasn't that Lucanis bottled up all of his feelings, but he only let them out in certain ways.

The assassin was probably hoping Osla would roll over and go back to sleep, but it was impossible. He couldn't ignore this, even if Lucanis got annoyed with him.

"My love," he whispered, shifting closer so he could touch Lucanis's shoulder.

Lucanis responded by letting out a deep, shuddering breath. He leaned slightly into Osla's touch. Encouraged, Osla pulled gently to get him to turn around. Lucanis relented, but didn't open his eyes as he curled into Osla, tucking his forehead against Osla's chest.

For a long while, Osla just held him. He traced soothing shapes against Lucanis's back, like the assassin had done for him after his own nightmares. They breathed together. Gradually, Lucanis's breathing grew steadier and the tension eased out of his shoulders. He lifted his head to meet Osla's eye, giving a shaky smile.

Moonlight from the window glinted off the tracks of tears down his cheeks. Osla pressed his lips to them, salt slipping onto his tongue. Lucanis's eyes fluttered closed again, dropping their final tears to Osla's lips.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Osla asked.

"It's nothing you do not already know," Lucanis answered.

"You can tell me again."

A crease formed between Lucanis's brows. He gave his head a firm shake. Osla nodded his understanding and kissed Lucanis's forehead.

Sighing, they both settled into more comfortable positions against each other. Osla pulled the blankets up to make sure Lucanis was warm and cozy, and soon enough they were drifting back to sleep.

[instant-bull]

This is neither about Madara nor Kakashi, sorry, but I just know if I don't ask about Mito, no one else will, so: We already talked about besties Madara & Mito but in an Izuna lives AU where Konoha still happens, what do you imagine Mito would think of Izuna? Do you think they'd get along? Why, why not?

(Personally, I like to imagine that she can't stand him in the slightest. For no particular reason but that it's funny to me :P)

Honestly I have to agree: I think their personalities are a perfect storm for petty and unexplainable drama. Let's take a look:

I hate, hate, hate flanderising characters, so while I think Izuna can be a little shit sometimes, I don't see him as the "funnyman" of the group. To an outside observer he might pass off as a laid back, happy-go-lucky type, a type of guy that doesn't care for authority, especially since the authority is partially his older brother (and what's more fun than annoying your siblings). Plus, it seems his favorite past time is draining Tobirama out of his very limited patience: the more blood is in Tobirama's face the bigger grows Izuna's glee.

But even with his minimal presence in manga we can see that he cares, and he cares deeply: he understands the importance of things happening around him, his core values lay in his clan's wellbeing and his family's health and happiness: he's not stupid. Realistically, he must've been brought up with the same expectations as Madara, he knows how to navigate the clan's businesses, he's savvy in terms of relevant geopolitics, he's trained to negotiate and debate as well as he's trained to fight. What's more, he's capable of forming opinions in opposition to the clan consensus—to his older brother—he's not scared of confrontation and conflict even with his closest ones: after all he's a child of war, just as much as the rest of the characters.

With all that in mind, I do enjoy sharing with Izuna my own curse of ADHD (for many reasons irrelevant to this post): so, despite his best intentions and undeniable intelligence, he tends to struggle with prioritizing, following up on his decisions, as well as general carefullness and thoroughness, especially in all things admin.

This last bit, I think, is precisely what gets on Mito's nerves in terms of collaborating with Izuna and having to share workspaces with him. She believes he's not giving his all and tends to see him as a bit lazy, irresponsible kid, who feels entitled to praise and respect just for being an Uchiha. To her, he's the epitome of a spoilt Uchiha child, a consequence of being raised without proper humility.

(Also, she's a woman: she takes an even greater offense to a young man's disrespect. If any cismen are reading this and can't grasp the concept, I don't know what to tell you)

Mito, on the other hand, is put-together, but restless. She knows her worth, she knows her time's worth, she's a self-assured, confident person: thanks to that, she knows how to delegate and has no qualms about it either. She's quite demanding, meaning she expects a certain level of quality and effectiveness from others: once she entrusts someone with a responsibility or a task or mission to fulfill, she expects a timely success. This means that she surrounds herself with bright, effective people, ones she can trust not only on a personal level, but in terms of reliability. It's an honor to get Mito's recognition and work under her, but she's also an absolute nightmare for people with ADHD. She's unflexible and stern, and her work ethic is primed like a precise clockwork mechanism.

(This is an interesting character detail which directly correlates with my headcanon of Mito with Bipolar Disorder, but this is neither here nor there. lmk if you wanna hera about that lol. (also yes I am unable to conceptualize a neurotypical character, piss off))

So, in terms of working together in the village these two can find no common ground and must be kept at two separate ends of any meeting or summit. But, even on personal level, they just don't mash: Mito is easily annoyed by Izuna's antics, she finds his "trolling" (big quotations here) frustrating and obnoxious (she herself is quick to frustration, and he's pushing her buttons even unwillingly). At the same time Izuna finds Mito neurotic (bad word to use here but he'd likely describe her as so), unreasonable and, frankly, quite a bitch, one that decided to target him for no apparent reason and hates him as a side hustle. They lack common interests that could help them bond, and they don't feel interested in sparring together either: sparring must be some sort of expression of fondness and trust, and they just don't have that sort of relationship, nor are they interested to overcome their differences. They just don't fucking like each other, man!

(Which would be really funny in a Tobiizu scenario: "Tobriama, don't bring your husband to my tea party, I'm sorry.")

Closing remarks? Let some bitches hate each other!!

[turtleblogatlast]

Something I like about Leo is that he’s honestly really chill? It’s easy to remember the moments where he’s being obnoxious or excitable but I feel like most of the time he’s incredibly “go with the flow” and has an overall affable demeanor.

[snobgoblin]

my mom is so wild 😭 she was like "did you sleep good" and i was like "yeah i got new sheets and I slept great. I think that was the problem" and then she starts going off on this whole rant of "oh so you think I'm neglecting you or something why do you keep buying shit like this" (she got mad i bought food for the house the other day but like. the fuck was I supposed to do there was nothing) like idk bc I'm a grown ass adult with money and if I have a need I'll just take care of it myself?? 😭 I wasn't fucking implying you were neglectful that's such a leap. can't say anything around her

[scoobydoofenshmirtz]

God sometimes it is tempting to get into new fandom spaces and then I venture out just a little bit and see how goddamn mean some of the people there are and I'm just like well I guess not then.

[wmnylander]

the reaction to the NHL bringing 4 teams to sweden has been something that's been bugging me for the last few days like no, you don't need to 'grow the game' in sweden. everyone knows that there's already a steadfast loyalty and enjoyment of hockey there. but have any of the north american old men with (unfortunately) access to the internet thought about how accessible these games are to other european fans?? even some fans from non-european countries?? how it's easier for people not in canada/the us to enjoy literally 2 whole games because they're at a normal/manageable time?? that's how you grow the game. it's how you grow any sport. losers.

[which-hospital]

okay I think all of the Sandra S1 posts are out of my system

gonna go listen to I Know The End on loop and think about 38 paramedics and all the dead ones and how the only end for Teddy’s character I would accept is him joining them!

[flovverworks]

pien

[lobpoints]

some boring lc thoughts in dm with friend ig

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[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

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[tackminyard]

i’m seriously not even looking for reasons to bash noah but in book one i’m noticing that he keeps harping on min and her temper every time ethan’s around. ethan shows up specifically to bully and harass her and her best friend and noah’s always like 🙄 time for min to overreact again. as if literally two days later he doesn’t throw the world’s dumbest temper tantrum and declare her his nemesis because she doesn’t want to be evil with him

[luna-azzurra]

How to Write a Character

↠ Start with the basics, because obviously. Name. Age. Gender. Maybe even a birthday if you’re feeling fancy. This is step one because, well, your character needs to exist before they can be interesting. But nobody cares if they’re 27 or 37 unless it actually matters to the story.

↠ Looks aren’t everything… but also, describe them. Yes, we know their soul is more important than their hair color, but readers still need something to visualize. Do they have the kind of face that makes babies cry? Do they always look like they just rolled out of bed? Give us details, not just “tall with brown hair.

↠ Personality isn’t just “kind but tough.” For the love of storytelling, give them more than two adjectives. Are they kind, or do they just pretend to be because they hate confrontation? Are they actually tough, or are they just too emotionally repressed to cry in public? Dig deeper.

↠ Backstory = Trauma (usually). Something shaped them. Maybe it was a messy divorce, maybe they were the middle child and never got enough attention, or maybe they once got humiliated in a spelling bee and never recovered. Whatever it is, make it matter to who they are today.

↠ Give them a goal. Preferably a messy one. If your character’s only motivation is to “be happy” or “do their best,” they’re boring. They need a real goal, one that conflicts with who they are, what they believe in, or what they think they deserve. Bonus points if it wrecks them emotionally.

↠ Make them suffer. Yes, I said it. A smooth, easy journey is not a story. Give them obstacles. Rip things away from them. Make them work for what they want. Nobody wants to read about a character who just gets everything handed to them (unless it’s satire, then carry on).

↠ Relationships = Depth. Nobody exists in a vacuum. Who do they love? Who annoys the hell out of them? Who do they have that messy, can’t-live-with-you-can’t-live-without-you tension with? People shape us. So, shape your character through the people in their life.

↠ Give them a voice that actually sounds like them. If all your characters talk the same, you’ve got a problem. Some people ramble, some overthink, some are blunt to the point of being offensive. Let their voice show who they are. You should be able to tell who’s talking without dialogue tags.

↠ If they don’t grow, what’s the point? People change. They learn things, make mistakes, get their hearts broken, and (hopefully) become a little wiser. If your character starts and ends the story as the same exact person, you just wasted everyone’s time.

↠ Flaws. Give. Them. Flaws. Nobody likes a perfect character. Give them something to struggle with, maybe they’re selfish, maybe they push people away, maybe they’re addicted to the thrill of self-destruction (fun!). Make them real. Make them human.

↠ Relatability is key. Your character doesn’t have to be likable, but they do have to be understandable. Readers need to get them, even if they don’t agree with them. If your character never struggles, never doubts, and never screws up, I have bad news: they’re not a character, they’re a mannequin.

↠ You’re never actually done. Characters evolve, not just in the story, but as you write them. If something feels off, fix it. If they feel flat, dig deeper. Keep refining, rewriting, and letting them surprise you. That’s how you create someone who feels real.

Now go forth and write characters that actually make people feel something. And if you need a reminder, just ask yourself: Would I care if this person existed in real life? If the answer is meh, start over.

[sttoru]

 𝝑𝑒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. the ryomen sukuna has never in his thousand years of living apologised to any living being. so why does he feel the need to make it up to you after (unintentionally) hurting you?

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. fluff, angst (hurt to comfort), suggestive. sukuna is an asshole but also not i guess. a little bit ooc. reader gets called ‘brat, woman’. not proofread. wc: 1.8k

sukuna has never felt the need to apologize. he’s never in the wrong if you ask him. apologising to someone he deems ‘lesser’ would be a sign of weakness.

yet the king of curses always has this secret need to make his favorite concubine feel better after (unintentionally) hurting her. you’ve got this hold on him that he will never acknowledge. although there are moments where he will indirectly show you that he regrets upsetting you.

it’s a quiet saturday evening and you’re relaxing in your bedchambers after eating your dinner. you didn’t go to the dining hall to eat with sukuna and the others. no, you made sure your head lady-in-waiting brought your food to your room.

sukuna and you got into a ‘little’ argument yesterday. you both spent the entire day and night alone instead of in each other’s presence, which is the norm. even the people around you have noticed the growing tension whenever sukuna and you would cross paths.

of course, the other concubines seized the opporunity to vie for sukuna’s attention now that his favored little concubine was no longer by his side. yet, their efforts proved in vain. sukuna had grown more irritable over the past twenty-four hours, his mind relentlessly preoccupied with thoughts of you—a fact that only frustrated him further. you weren't in the mood to speak with him again, so why did that bother him so much? It should have made him scoff, made him see you as weak and driven him to demand that you speak to him once more.

but all the king of curses can think about is how to get you to cling to him once more. as much as he says that it’s exhausting to have a needy 'brat' at his side all the time, your abscence makes him realise he secretly enjoys having you around.

snapping back into your own thoughts, you realise you’ve been staring at your cup of tea for the longest time. you sigh and get up from the table, your feet dragging over the tatami flooring. however a sudden knock on your doors causes you to stop in your tracks.

“come in,” you murmur, thinking it is one of your ladies-in-waiting with your dessert. but the silence that follows afterwards is nearly ominous.

you frown and sigh before going over to the shoji. you slide the screens aside, only to be met by a wall of muscles you know way too well. you tilt your head back and your eyes widen slightly at the sight of the one man you stubbornly refused to talk to.

sukuna looms over you, his massive frame dwarfing your smaller one. he invites himself inside, not waiting on a response from you. he steps into your room and turns around to face you. his dark red eyes narrow as he tries to decipher the emotions playing on your face.

you don’t say a thing. you don’t look at him. you don’t smile at him. you don’t move a muscle. no acknowledgment at all. sukuna hates it—it’s unusual for you to be so cold. your eyes dart to the floor and your bottom lip subtly forms a defiant pout.

sukuna scoffs. he’s made the decision to break the silence between you two first, coming all the way to your bedchambers to talk. he would never have done such a thing for anyone else—would have waited for them to grovel before him and beg for his forgiveness. and yet here he is, standing in front of his concubine, ready to confront the issues between them.

he feels pathetic and it angers him from within. he desires to command you to get on your knees and apologise to him, to obey him and forget what happened. however an annoying voice in the back of his head tells him to be patient with you.

“tch, what’s with the face?” sukuna's deep and commanding voice fills the spacious room. he doesn't go about it the gentle way—he’s still him after all. “y’re still sulking about that little thing? i thought i told ya to stop thinkin’ about it.”

hearing sukuna say the latter makes your heart ache and your eyes water from frustration. everything seems like it’s not a big deal to him—even when you’re clearly upset.

“that was not just a little thing, my lord!” you raise your voice just a little, surprising yourself as the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them. you swallow thickly and bite your lip. you've done it now, the thought echoes inside your head.

sukuna’s eyebrows raise in surprise at your outburst, not used to you raising your voice to him like that. although in an instant, his eyes flash with something dangerous. you may be his favorite and he may let you get away with a lot of things, yet there are boundaries. rules that even you must obey.

the king of curses would probably find it amusing to see you snap back at him, thinking you will achieve something with that, but today is not one of those days. the shimmering tension between you two has lead to him being more agitated than ever.

sukuna closes the distance between you two and reaches out to grab you by our jaw. his fingers curl tightly beneath your chin and force your head to turn, making you face him.

“you dare raise your voice at me, woman?” sukuna growls, his face mere inches from yours. his grip borders on painful and you wince at the ache in your jaw. he doesn’t let go and instead tightens his hold, “i don't have time for this fuckin' nonsense.”

sukuna releases you with a light shove. he takes a deep breath to try and calm down, to remind himself that he came her to clear things up. but it’s difficult because he’s never had to do this before. never had to listen to someone else, always expecting them to simply endure and move on whenever he caused harm.

you stumble a bit, rubbing at the your chin. you don’t get it; is sukuna here to make it worse for you? to rub it in? to remind you again of what he said to upset you? to make fun of you for being upset about it?

it certainly does hurt. you replay that moment again in your head. the moment when sukuna told you he could replace you with someone else whenever he desires. it is a fact. sukuna can do that whenever he pleases. but it stung to hear him say it so explicitly. to hear him say it to your face, as if that doesn't already keep you awake at night.

little did you know, sukuna didn’t mean to hurt you too much with that comment. he didn’t expect you to ignore him, to avoid him, all because of what he said. he simply said it because he was struggling with his own emotions—denying that he feels anything for you. he said it to remind himself that he isn’t getting attached to a human.

but that failed terribly. seeing you like this—your teary eyes glaring up at him with fear, hurt and betrayal made him feel an uncomfortable pang in his chest. something that resembled guilt.

“have a good night then, my lord,” you dismiss sukuna and turn away, your voice strained with emotion. you don’t want to start another argument with him.

the king of curses grits his teeth. there it goes again. ‘my lord’ — yes, it’s what most others call him, but not you. you always called him by nicknames he deemed foolish. ‘kuna, ryo or even dear. he strangely longs to hear your voice call him as such again.

sukuna stands there, trying to reign in his anger and other overwhelming emotions. he grabs your wrist and tugs you back to him, making you stumble and catch yourself against his chiseled chest.

he doesn’t know what to say—doesn’t trust himself to speak. he knows he’ll make it worse by speaking, knows he’ll rile you up even more. thus he chooses not to utter a word for a moment.

your eyes meet and you’re surprised when sukuna leans down to catch your lips in a kiss. your hands fist into the collar of his kimono, your mind telling you to back off. this man is dangerous—playing with your emotions like this.

telling you one thing, but contradicting himself with his actions. it’s extremely confusing yet also exhilarating.

you close your eyes and respond to his kiss with equal fervor. the pink-haired man groans against your lips, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip before biting on it. a habit of his.

sukuna’s large hands roam over your body as he presses you as close to him as possible. it’s like he’s reassuring you with his touch—melting away all your worries. it’s a manipulative tactic that somehow always gets you. or perhaps it’s just his way of apologising.

which of the two it is, will always be vague and unknown.

eventually, he pulls away, leaving you both breathless. you stare up at him with a huff before glancing the other way. you’re still sulking, still pouting.

sukuna rolls his eyes and easily lifts your body up into his arms. two of his hands settle on the back of your thighs, the other two grazing the side of your breast and waist. he carries you over to your bed and sits on the edge with you on his lap.

“y’re a fool,” sukuna clicks his tongue. his fingers slither up the exposed skin of your arm and against your cheek to flick your forehead. he gains a whimper from you which urges him to do it again.

you frown and rub at the tingly skin on your head. your eyes are still watery, lashes clumped together due to your tears. it’s almost cute. almost. “and you look pathetic,” the man in front of you adds with a condescending smirk.

you weakly smack sukuna’s chest, making his grin widen. there you go—there is the woman he knows, slowly making a comeback. slowly warming up to him again. slowly being playful with him once more.

sukuna sighs. to you, it may seem like a tired sigh, but in reality it’s a sigh of relief. he may not have solved this issue between you two in a normal, healthy way, but it worked out anyway.

“you’re mean,” your comment breaks the moment of silence. your bottom lip trembles and you look like you might just cry it all out. the frustration, the fear, the hurt, the relief—it’s overwhelming.

sukuna inhales briefly. he doesn’t respond to your little remark, instead, he holds the back of your head and presses your face into his chest. he holds your body against him, nestled warmly between his muscular arms.

you don’t protest at all. you close your eyes and breathe in his familiar scent, nuzzling your nose into his pecs. you know this is his way of making you feel betted so you will not complain.

an apology will never leave the prideful man's lips and you’ve come to accept it. this way of reassuring you counts as something at the very least.

it doesn’t matter who or what gets between you two, at the end of the day, you’ll find each other again. one way or another.

and that's all you need.