#while also being a bad mother at the same time

[mona-risms]

Rumi having a breeding kink is great, but let's put that on the back burner for a sec and talk about:

How awesome Mira would be as a mother 👀

She's so into whatever her kids are into. Games? IN IT. She'll queue up with her kids whenever she has the free time. Singing, OF COURSE she's so into that. Funky fashion? Hell yeah let's go clothes shopping. Art? Family doodling time on weekends >:) Plays concerts or sports? At every single event ALWAYS. Loudest fan in the crowd. Diet changing? She may not change her own diet but she totally makes sure to accommodate and understand the limitations of those eating habits. What her kids are interested in, she will make happen. Even if she doesn't understand the hype. It matters to her kids, and that's enough for her to care about it too.

She strikes me as a person who'd want a family but is also paralyzingly terrified of being a shitty parent because of her own upbringing.

She'd lowk get depressed whenever her kids are mad at her though. She's trying the best she can and she never wants to make them feel the way she felt her whole life growing up, and she's trying to not fuck up but it's happening anyways and she might have a mini (giant) crisis because she feels like it's all falling apart in her hands before you're like:

"Listen- LISTEN... You just said no to chicken nuggets, the kids don't hate you."

"They're so mad though :("

"They're five, they won't even remember this happened in two minutes."

They may be young, the insults are the most vanilla ever, and she may know that the childish jabs aren't actually that personal, but she's definitely going to curl up in your arms at the end of the day and need affirmation that she is in fact NOT a, "stupid poo poo head."

Wait anon you cooked here OH MY GOD

It's the fact that Mira worries 24/7 that would make her such a great mother. She's really really trying not to do what her family did to raise her when it comes to her own children bc they don't deserve the kind of neglect and sidelining and shame that she had to go through, so you're completely right in saying that she's much more sensitive when it comes to her children being upset at her bc of something small. Poor girl just ends up overthinking every single action she's taken while wondering where she went wrong, and you really really need to get her out of her head so that she stops analysing every single thing in her head just bc she got called a "stupid poo poo head" 😭

Otherwise she is THE MOST involved parent ever you're right!!! I think the trio would all make really involved parents bc of their own reasons, but Mira especially so bc of the sheer ABSENCE of parenting from her actual parents and lack of care from her brother, despite them being there. It doesn't matter what her child's interested in, she's going to support them 100%, not with just money but with genuine involvement and interest. She wants her kids to grow up without ever feeling like a 'problem' in any way, shape or form, and she wants them to grow up heard and acknowledged. So she goes above and beyond for them—and she even has Rumi and Zoey as like godmothers and stuff bc these two are, like, HER FAMILY!!! THEY'RE the people that showed her true acceptance and that she was home after so long of being alone and rejected just bc of daring to open her mouth and go against what others wanted from her

I remember seeing a tt of this woman calling herself a bad mom bc they ordered pizza bc she cba to cook and her daughter was like "NO!! You're a good mom. Say it!!!!" And she says she's a good mom :(. I can see this happening with her—she starts tearing up and she's really trying not to cry in front of them but failing so miserably, and if her children come to hug her at the same time as you do, it might actually break her (in a good way) ☹️☹️☹️ bc she's so constantly worried about whether she's doing good or not, even with your reassurance ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ please treat her well omg

[sonoranbumblebee]

Syd & Stevie at the Wedding

posted this as a comment on another post but it got long so here as well

Humor is Stevie's coping mechanism. He was once a sweet and innocent Berzatto newbie but because he loves Michelle he has adapted to the chaos and learned to celebrate it as a part of his wife's world.

In "Fishes" Donna threw a spoon at him and cursed him out and he had the appropriate WTF reaction but then just rolled with it so he could stay a part of the evening. He gave Nat the full-body hug she needed to recover from a really bad encounter with Donna. His grace was the definition of giving grace.

Stevie introduces himself to Frank as someone who "married into the family." It's now his family too although also always an outsider. Later he comes up to Syd and Carmy in conversation. We can see from the way that Carmy lights up when he sees Stevie that this is someone in the family he loves and trusts. Moreover we can see that he wants to connect Syd and Stevie, so he introduces them and blushes the whole time while the two of him sort of have a separate exchange almost above him about how fucking great Carmy is.

My head canon is that when he's at the gate waiting for his plane back to New York he calls Michelle and tells her "You ducked too soon. Carmy was there, first of all, and he has a fucking girlfriend." "Bullshit." "He's still calling her his friend but she works at his restaurant, she's hot as hell, and they stare at each other a lot." "Oh my god. Nooooooo. No." "Yes." "I cannot believe I missed that." "I know! Sucks to be you."

Stevie knows quickly who Syd is to Carmy. Syd is a candidate to marry into the family. When he asks about meeting Donna and comments on her hesitantly, I don't think he's taking a shot at Carm at all. I think he's extending some allyship to Syd. They don't need to make a fuss about it, but Stevie is letting her know that if she needs someone who can help her grapple with and interpret that, he's been there. I do think it probably shamed and embarrassed Carm a little bit, but not because it came from Stevie but just because he is horrified at the idea of Syd being dragged into his family's chaos because she is connected to him.

Then the scene ends but I would argue the relationship between Stevie and Syd really begins. At some point Carm gets pulled away but Stevie and Syd are still together when they get called under the table. I very much see that as Stevie looking out for Syd, Carm's girl, in the exact same way that Richie does except Richie is in the middle of his own family right now, so he can't cover Carm's too.

Syd, Stevie, and Pete all end up under the table in a cluster. Team Berzatto Spouse! They love their person, and they're sticking with them through everything that comes with that person, including Donna's mental-illness-fueled abuse and being a part of the larger family network where no-contact (Carm's approach for the past 5 years) can never really pull you out of the entangled web that is family.

So in short, I took the interaction about Donna as Stevie telling Syd "welcome to the family, sorry it's insane hope you have a great time anyway, let me know if you need help with your batshit-crazy mother-in-law I just met you but I can see that Carm loves you so I love you let's enjoy the ride"

[sonoranbumblebee]

This whole post is both brilliant and dead-on and so thoughtful

My only quibble is I think I would give more credit to Stevie. I have different take on Stevie's approach. Humor is his coping mechanism. He was once a sweet and innocent newbie but because he loves Michelle he has adapted to the chaos and learned to celebrate it as a part of his wife's world.

In "Fishes" Donna threw a spoon at him and cursed him out and he had the appropriate WTF reaction but then just rolled with it so he could stay a part of the evening. He gave Nat the full-body hug she needed to recover from a really bad encounter with Donna. His grace was the definition of giving grace.

*My* read on the "Donna?" three-way exchange is a little different than that above. Stevie introduces himself to Frank as someone who "married into the family." It's now his family too although also always an outsider. Later he comes up to Syd and Carmy in conversation. We can see from the way that Carmy lights up when he sees Stevie that this is someone in the family he loves and trusts. Moreover we can see that he wants to connect Syd and Stevie, so he introduces them and blushes the whole time while the two of him sort of have a separate exchange almost above him about how fucking great Carmy is.

Stevie knows quickly who Syd is to Carmy. My head canon is that when he's at the gate waiting for his plane back to New York he calls Michelle and tells her "You ducked too soon. Carmy was there and he has a fucking girlfriend." "Bullshit." "He's still calling her his friend but she works at his restaurant, she's hot as hell, and they spend a *lot* of time just staring at each other." "Oh my god. Noooo." "Yes." "I cannot believe I missed this." "I know! Sucks to be you."

Stevie knows quickly who Syd is to Carmy. Syd is a candidate to marry into the family. When he asks about meeting Donna and comments on her hesitantly, I don't think he's taking a shot at Carm at all. I think he's extending some allyship to Syd. They don't need to make a fuss about it, but Stevie is letting her know that if she needs someone who can help her grapple with and interpret that, he's been there. I do think it probably shamed and embarrassed Carm a little bit, but not because it came from Stevie but just because he is horrified at the idea of Syd being dragged into his family's chaos because she is connected to him.

Then the scene ends but I would argue the relationship between Stevie and Syd really begins. At some point Carm gets pulled away but Stevie and Syd are still together when they get called under the table. I very much see that as Stevie looking out for Syd, Carm's girl, in the exact same way that Richie does except Richie is in the middle of his own family right now, so he can't cover Carm's too. Syd, Stevie, and Pete all end up under the table in a cluster. Team Berzatto Spouse! They love their person, and they're sticking with them through everything that comes with that person, including Donna's mental-illness-fueled abuse and being a part of the larger family network where no-contact (Carm's approach for the past 5 years) can never really pull you out of the entangled web that is family.

So in short, I took it as Stevie telling Syd "welcome to the family, sorry it's insane hope you have a great time anyway, let me know if you need help with your batshit-crazy mother-in-law I just met you but I can see that Carm loves you so I love you let's enjoy the ride"

Grace and shame

Carmy and for Nat's reintroductions to their mother after years of tension, and in Carmy's case, no communication, were fraught. We saw this during 3x08 Ice Chips with Nat's labour which Donna featured heavily in, and then in 4x07 Bears at Tiff's wedding where Carmy is blindsided by his mother and rescued by Richie and Syd.

At the risk of stating the obvious, these types of relationships are hard. Growing up with an abusive parent is hard. Family violence, coercive control, emotional abuse: these things are often open secrets in the immediate and extended families where they play out. When you come from communities where large extended families are as much your family as your immediate family (like Carmy's, like Syd's like many non-white, non-WASP communities), the open secret can range to a huge network. Folks you don't even know might know about your parent's fucked behaviour. So for children who are caught up in the middle of it all, there can be immense trauma both from being subjected to their family's abuse but also from navigating a whole ass community that has views and thoughts on the situation. And of course, folks in the family who are struggling with mental health issues and/or addiction like Mikey, like Donna, like Papa Berzatto wherever the hell he is, also have their own shit to navigate in these larger networks - particularly if they are trying to make up for the harm they may have perpetrated. There is more than enough shame to go around in these situations.

So with this context, I wanted to look at how three particular characters - Pete, Syd and Claire - respond to Donna Berzatto and her attempts to reengage with her family and what their responses tell us about relationships on this show.

Pete

In 2x10 The Bear, Pete spots Donna smoking a cigarette outside of the restaurant during Friends and Family (FNF) night. She has not come inside and is reluctant to do so, despite my beloved trying his best to convince her, knowing that his love, Donna's daughter Nat, was hoping to see her.

Donna tells Pete,

Donna: I don't deserve to see how good this is. I want them to have this good thing. And I don't wanna hurt it.

Pete tries a bit more to get Donna inside the restaurant but she begs him to let her go and tell her that its okay that she leaves. He reluctantly obliges and then goes back inside. We next see him talking to Nat while holding back tears BECAUSE HE IS A LOVING ANGEL OF A MAN.

When Nat concedes that the odds were right and Donna didn't show for FNF, she and Pete have the following conversation:

Pete: I mean, you...you know, this isn't easy.

Nat: What isn't easy?

Pete: You know, its a lot of people, a lot of history. Its just a lot.

Nat: Yeah. Yeah, its...

Pete: I wouldn't hold it against her.

Nat: No?

Pete: Not this one.

In the convo above, Pete gives both Nat and Donna grace.

When I first saw this episode of The Bear, I teared up at this scene. Pete has seen up close how the ravages of Donna's poor mental health and alcohol abuse have impacted all three of the Berzatto children, particularly his partner. As an outsider who hasn't been subjected to her abuse in the same way as her kids or extended family who have been around longer, he also has the distance to objectively see that Donna's abuse hasn't sprung up out of a vacuum. That she too, is harbouring her own ghosts. But Pete is not preachy about the latter with Nat. He doesn't tell Nat to forgive her mother for all of her sins. I mean, how could he? He's in no position to.

What Pete does tell Nat is that he wouldn't hold Donna's absence on FNF against her - "not this one" he says. And that's because of the insight he's gotten from Donna in their conversation outside the restaurant as well as the fact that Donna's absence is comparatively low stakes when it comes to the spectrum of impact that her abuse has had in the past (i.e. no one's getting their walls knocked down by a car or having Donna threatening self harm in their face). Pete also gives his advice to Nat as a recommendation - something he would do. He's not telling Nat what she should do. Thats a call for her to make. Pete gives Nat the grace to feel however which way she needs to while saying his piece.

I'll say it before and I'll say again: I LOVE THIS EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT, KIND MAN.

Also notably, the harshest words I've ever heard Pete use about Donna to Nat - or anyone else - were about the timing of her phone calls in 4x08 Green lol.

Sydney

Sydney meets the Berzatto matriarch for the first time in 4x07 Bears. But prior to this, she'd already heard from multiple sources about how difficult life in the Berzatto house was for Carmy. Sydney knows, through Richie, that Carmy's eldest brother shot himself in the head (recall the hardware store convo between them in 1x02 Hands). She knows, through Carmy, that Mikey was an addict and that Carmy is attending Al-Anon meetings to navigate his emotions following the loss of his brother (recall their alley chat at the end of 1x03 Brigade). She knows, through Carmy, that his mother drove a car through the family house and that he perceives his family as "weird" and "fucked-up" (recall her, Marcus and Carmy discussing cannolis in 2x08 Bolognese).

Its with the above context that Syd goes into her chat with Donna in 4x07. Syd also witnesses the affect that Donna has on Carmy earlier at the wedding (recall Syd and Richie swooping in to save Carmy who is already in the throes of a panic attack when his mother finds him):

Note: Syd's unbroken eye contact with Carmy to ground him in place, out of the panic attack. Richie's hand on Carmy's shoulder and his gentle pat to Carmy's face to do the same. PHEW some days, the Big Three have my whole heart.

Sydney then has that work-family/family-family heart to heart with Donna. The convo, while full of smiling faces, complements, and Syd gushing about Carmy, was tense. You could see Donna's struggle to sit through it, to sit through hearing how wonderful her son is. We find out later in 4x09 Tonnato that this is because Donna is now coming to terms with the consequences that her abuse has had on her relationships with her kids. There is so much about Carmen, her youngest, that Donna does not know. There is so much that she has missed because of their estrangement and in her convo with Syd, she's now having some of the reality of her abuse mirrored back at her.

Syd was also visibly stressed in that conversation. Her smiles throughout were strained. You could also tell that she was making a concerted effort to keep Donna as regulated as possible (I know because I've pulled many of those smiles in my time, have spoken octaves above my usual register to keep things sweet and calm). Donna then leaves the conversation when it seems like hearing about Carmy from a stranger gets too much, and, like her interaction with Pete in 2x10, she asks Syd to cover for her. Syd then takes a long swig of her champagne because, well, she deserves it LOL.

Later, following wild scenes with that fucking table, Frank, Claire, Evie, Richie and the Faks, Sydney finds Carmy. As @yangsharperavery points out here, you can visibly see Carmy's body relax as Sydney draws near to him in this scene. Syd and Carmy then have the following convo:

Syd: She left.

Carmy: Thank God.

Syd: Okay.

Carmy: Was that...Its...It was okay?

Syd: Yeah. It was totally fine.

Carmy: Yeah?

Syd: Really. Yes, yes.

Carmy: Good.

Syd: Yeah. Um...I think it was hard or weird for her too, you know. Just everything, everybody.

Carmy: Yeah. No, I know. I'm trying to, you know, make some room for that. I'm trying to think about that.

Syd: Are you?

Carmy: I'm trying to, yeah.

We can see how Sydney's discussion with Carmy in 4x07 Bears mirrors that of Pete with Nat in 2x10 The Bear. Like Pete, Syd gives grace to Donna by acknowledging her struggle to be at another large family gathering ("I think it was hard or weird for her too [...] Just everything, everybody").

After cutting to and back from Claire, Frank and Richie trying to get Evie out from under a table (/gag me with this stupid ass stunt), we rejoin Carmy and Syd's convo:

Syd: Was it nice seeing her, or...

Carmy: I think so, I mean, I'm...I'm glad she seems okay, you know?

Syd: Yeah.

Carmy: Um...And thank you for...for talking to her.

Syd: No, its totally fine. I don't care. I think she just wanted to know how you were, you know.

In their brief dialogue, its evident that Carmy is concerned about how the conversation between Donna and Sydney went. This could be fuelled by one or both of two things:

Carmy's concern for Syd's wellbeing (given that he knows how caustic Donna can be, and how casually sexist and racist too - recall his mother's "so you...work for Carmy?" at Syd earlier in the ep); and/or

Carmy's shame and concern about how Syd might perceive him in light of his mother's behaviour.

Regardless of which of these is behind Carmy's anxiety over Donna, Syd gives him grace by acknowledging and respecting the existence of his fear ("She left" = 'she's gone, you can breathe now'). She also doesn't misrepresent her encounter with Donna to be something nefarious (which is what a few of the other guests at this wedding seem to be hanging out for - more on this soon) and reassures Carmy that his mother seemed to just want to know how he was doing. This appears to put Carmy at ease.

Later, Stevie joins the conversation and brings up Donna with Syd:

Stevie: I saw you met Donna.

Syd: Oh. Yes.

Stevie: Donna rules, right?

Carmy: *awkwardly smiles at the floor*

Syd: Uh, y-yeah, it was, you know...It was...it was an experience. *looks at Carmy* It was nice. It was fine. It was fine.

This "banter" from Stevie and others like Uncle Lee (recall his drivel in 2x06 Fishes) is what instils shame in domestic violence survivors and children of addicts. It does nothing to support the child who has gone through the violence or survived the chaos of their parent's addiction and who very likely has a complex relationship with the perpetrator by virtue of them being their primary caregiver. Stevie's sarcastic dig was small, petty bullshit. Carmy feels it too which is why his demeanour shifts to self-conscious in an instant.

Syd catches on and quickly cuts Stevie's baiting off as diplomatically as possible. I can only imagine what a relief this would have been for Carmy. I don't think we have met anyone in his circle do what Syd did when it comes to the spectre of Donna. She gave both Carmy and Donna grace and did not fall into the toxicity that the other Bears seem to regularly revel in.

Claire

Which brings us to Claire.

I know there's uproar in the fandom about how Dr Malpractice has been thrust into the plot this season and the concern around how she's been pitted against Syd. I get it, particularly in relation to the fucked racial optics of the whole exercise. But I think, as others have said on here, that her character is a narrative tool and a foil to Sydney's (which is why she's written so flatly - and I'd argue sinisterly - we're not supposed to be rooting for her). There are lots of examples of how this character has been written and acted that support what I and others are saying, including what I'm going to get into below...so humour me for a little while longer.

Recall early in 4x07, Claire and Stevie are supporting an anxious Frank who is worried about the number of Berzattos at his wedding:

Frank: What does this usually end up like?

Stevie and Claire: *obnoxiously chuckle*

Frank: What? Oh no.

Stevie: No, no, no. Sorry, sorry, sorry. It's...here's one way to look at it, its really fun.

Frank: Okay. Got it.

Stevie: Genuinely.

[...]

Claire: Its a lot of people with very specific and unique personalities that feel things very strongly. Feel things deeply, and experience life intensely.

Stevie: Intensely. Yeah.

Frank: So everything's gonna be just fine?

Stevie: It is gonna be fine.

Frank: You've been to these before, right?

Stevie: *enthusiastically* Every chance I get. Every chance I get.

In the above bit of dialogue, Claire and Stevie give no grace to the Berzattos. They actually laugh in relish of the disaster - the Fishes 2.0 - that they anticipate will happen at Tiff's wedding. Stevie talks about wanting to attend every Berzatto event he can, presumably so he can continue his morbid spectatorship.

Even Claire's attempt at trying to diplomatically rephrase Stevie's sarcastic characterisation falls short. She effectively just describes a group of people with pulses, (The Berzattos are people "who feel things deeply"? what's the alternative? oh wait...I know: replicants) but her particular phrasing (with its focus on big feelings, as opposed to rational thoughts) is how I suspect many WASPs (White Anglo-Saxon Protestants, for those who aren't familiar) view non-WASPs. We know how repressed and culturally bereft white folks who are part of the former group can be. Historically its this group that drove the British Empire and associated assimilationist policies in former colonies like Australia, Canada and America, including those that subsumed the Italian-American community into the category of "white" in America. Given this, its no surprise that WASPy Claire and Stevie get off on consuming The Berzattos, their complex history and trauma, to help fill their own personal and cultural voids.

Back to the wedding though...after Frank leaves the conversation, Claire and Stevie continue:

Stevie: I mean, what? *laughs* What other way...what other way is there to say it?

Claire: I think maybe we should've told him, like, the direct truth.

Stevie: That he's fucked?

Claire: I mean, maybe.

Stevie: There's no warning that can sum up what this is gonna be.

Claire: I know, but he's just, like, such a sweet soul.

Stevie: So was I.

Can we talk about how the WASPs in this scenario are self-describing themselves as "sweet" (read: "innocent") as compared to the "corrupted" Berzattos? The covert racism here is fucking gross.

And then Claire says about Stevie (but also about herself because its established that she is an adrenaline junkie):

Claire: But you're still here. You, like, want it.

Stevie: I do.

Claire: You get a high off of it.

Stevie: If they didn't bring it, I'd be a little heartbroken.

So we have more evidence of how Claire and Stevie treat The Berzatto family as entertainment. Trauma is to be consumed like so many cannolis. No grace is given to anyone here.

This pattern of behaviour continues with Claire's treatment of Carmy throughout the wedding, most pointedly when she mocks Carmy's anxiety associated with his family which she knows about and has witnessed (recall her telling him not to apologise for having a panic attack about the Christmas dinner in Fishes in 2x08 Bolognese). She does this in that scene under the table where all the adults share their fears. While Claire tries to convince Evie that everyone is scared, the following dialogue occurs:

Claire: I mean I'm scared all the time. So is Uncle Carmy. Right Carm?

Carmy: Oh yeah, I get scared.

Evie: You get scared, Carmy?

Carmy: Big time. I get really scared sometimes, yeah.

Claire: *in a mock serious voice* Yeah, honey, Carmy is very scared.

Carmy: Okay. [sighs in resignation]

Notice the difference in conjugation of "to be scared" between Carmy and Claire. Carmy says he gets scared which describes particular instances of fear and that he admits to experiencing. Claire says Carmy is scared - is very scared, actually - which describes Carmy as currently being in a perpetual state of extreme fear. This subtle difference and Molly Gordon's delivery of her line, reeks of mockery. Claire again, gives no grace to Carmy in this moment when its established she, of all people, should know how confronting being at the wedding was going to be for him. She also shames him for his anxiety. This was fucking gross and made it incredibly clear to me that the woman is not endgame for anyone (other than maybe Stevie? One of the Faks? Who cares). I mean she's also wearing a red dress like a walking red flag to drive the point home (notably, Syd and Pete have been sartorially signalled as equals as deliciously noted in @fairestbeard's meta and reblogs here).

Supportive partners

So...in summary: Pete and Syd are shown in 2x10 and 4x07 to do the quiet, consistent work of supporting each of the surviving Berzatto children through very stressful moments involving their mother, Donna. They do not shame children who have already gone through so much of it in their lifetimes. They give grace instead.

One might argue that Pete and Syd provide elevated comfort to both Nat and Carmy - a comfort that was subtextually described by Syd in 1x06 Ceres. This is in direct contrast to Claire who plainly tells us in 4x07 that she enjoys consuming the vibes down in the chaos:

[calmcoldevening]

Hi, can you make jealousy headcanons for Billy Loomis and Stu Macher separately?

Ghostface jealousy

Billy Loomis

• His jealousy is cold and sharp like a knife blade. He never shows it openly and quietly stores it in his vulnerable heart.

• He is a very loyal person (unless he is "dating" someone in order to kill them without a trace, but you would know about that), and he expects the same from your partner.

• If you talk to someone for a long time, he will watch you silently with a deadly calmness, but when you are alone, his actions and words will be filled with poisonous insults that hide pain and resentment. He genuinely believes that he should be your first priority and that you should spend more time with him.

• He can be quite insecure, and his jealousy can turn into excessive care. He becomes overprotective, always trying to be around or constantly texting to find out where you are, who you're with, if you're okay, and so on. He will randomly appear in the same places as you, saying something about coincidence. "Baby, I'm just really worried about you. You've heard about the new serial killer in town, haven't you?"

• If he believes that you have "betrayed" him, he won't resort to tantrums or arguments. Instead, he will seek revenge. It will be cold and calculated. He will go to a club frequented by your friends and flirt with a girl, gently pressing her against him in preparation for a kiss. Once he is certain that your friends have taken a photo of him "cheating" and sent it to you, he will discard the girl like trash and wait for your reaction.

• He's not interested in other people, either guys or girls. You can be sure of that. But he's flirting with them to make you notice that he's not bad either. In fact, he doesn't give a damn about other people, but he also wants to make you jealous.

• Deep down, he's a vulnerable kitten with trust issues, so he expects unconditional loyalty, love, and affection from you.

• A sign that you've crossed the line and hurt his feelings too much is comparing him to his mother. Baby, it's not a red flag anymore, it's a fucking black flag. "You're acting like her... Are you going to leave me too?" 🚩🚩🚩🏴🏴🏴

Stu Macher

• Stu is not stupid, no. He's just hyperactive and overly emotional. His loudness is a result of his desire to be seen, noticed, and taken seriously. While there may be some benefits to being perceived as a fool, it's a temporary state. His jealousy makes him even more noticeable.

• If you talk to someone for a long time, he'll just walk up, put his arm around your waist possessively, and give your conversation partner a disgusted look. "Are you having more fun with him than with your boyfriend?" "WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?!" "I don't understand, why are you hitting on my girlfriend, asshole? You got a few extra inches and think you're cool? I'm gonna cut your balls off!"

• When you're talking about someone with excitement (even if it's just an actor in a movie, God), he's already jealous. Your attention should be on him. He becomes possessive and tries to be around you more often. When you watch the movie again, he's like, "Oh? Is that the actor who's better than me? Yeah... haha, sure." If it's a real person, expect them to be on the news soon as a missing person.

• Stu also becomes obsessive, but in a less graceful way than Billy. Stu will "forget" his things at your house so he has reasons to come over. Or he'll "accidentally" spill his lemonade on your shirt. Then he'll give you his dry one, and you'll have to go to his house to return it!

• He's like a cat marking its territory. He'll be constantly around, touching and hugging you, just so everyone can see that you're his. He likes to rub his forehead against you like a lost puppy.

• Stu likes to play the victim. At home or anywhere else, he'll just throw a tantrum. "You don't love me at all!" "I'm boring you, aren't I? Just say it, don't play with my feelings!" (God, he's a drama queen) "I do everything for you! And you cheat on me!!! What about our Timmy? You're gonna leave him without a father/mother, huh..?" (Timmy is a kitten...)

[random-thoughts-uwu]

SICK!

♡// A/N: man, its been awhile chat...writing this at 2 am while sucking on a cough drop...also like listen okay i don't really have a set relationship with sukuna im between hating him for killing my man but also softkuna writers do something to me but also him and yuji as brothers is such a cute concept imo and yujis already my son so...yk. god forbid a girl wants to explore a bit. not proofread, as you can probably tell.

♡// summary: you are yuji and sukuna's mother, and one night they find you ill!

♡// tags: platonic!yuji x reader, platonic!sukuna x reader, family au, fluff, familial

it was around 1 am when sukuna and yuji woke up from the sound of your coughing in your room down the hall. they've heard you coughing before, but this sounded pretty bad. when it continued for another minute or so, they knew they had to do something.

the first to move was yuji, slowly crawling out of bed and glancing at the time, then at sukuna who stared back.

"...im gonna check on mom."

"she's not gonna die, idiot," sukuna whispered back with an eye roll, trying to hide his own sense of worry for you. "but whatever, do what you want."

yuji pouted slightly, giving him a quick glance before opening the door and creeping out, his bare feet making a soft tap sound against the wood floor. he didn't look back as he heard a slightly heavier thump thump behind him shortly after. the two brothers stood at your room, with yuji opening the door just enough to peek inside, feeling sukuna's chin on his head as he also looked in.

and there you were: the same person who birthed those two boys and often had to wrestle them, now a pitiful little figure curled in the mess that was your blankets in the dark, shoulders shaking as you coughed hoarsely into the mattress, just barely conscious.

"mom?" yuji whispered, quietly slipping inside and walking up to the bed. "mom," he tried again, putting a tentative hand on your shoulder.

your eyes were barely open, brain foggy and not all there as you furrowed your brows at your son, blinking blearily. another figure appeared behind him, but you couldn't try to say anything as another coughing fit wracked your body.

"mom?" yuji tried again, a little louder this time. "do you want some water? or medicine?"

"obviously," sukuna huffed, shoving his brother lightly. "go get them for her, i'll wait here."

yuji scowled a little at the shove, but his worry for you outweighed his annoyance at his brother. he quickly pattered out the room to go look for some aid for his dear mother in the kitchen; meanwhile, sukuna turned a lamp on and sat at the edge of the bed, resting his hand on your shoulder and giving a slight squeeze as he looked down at you in concern, trying to figure out what was wrong with you.

you weren't sure what time it was, nor how long you've been awake, teetering between blurry hallucinations and trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. you saw the worry and concern on your sons' faces as they got you to sit up and fed you medicine with shaking hands, but not after arguing over the dosage despite it being written clearly on the bottle. you felt sukuna's large hand on your forehead, telling yuji that you were warm but not feverish. you felt yuji shifting the pillows and covering you properly with the blanket, and sukuna helping you sit up, and the endless check ins from the two of them. you heard their quiet voices as they asked how you were feeling, to which you responded with drowsy, mumbled reassurances that you were okay and they could go back to rest.

... which must have translated in their minds to, "let's stay with mom because google says she could either have a cold or stage four cancer." and that led to the current scene at 2:42 am: you, propped up with pillows against the headboard, feeling more awake than you should be right now as you listened to your sons talking quietly.

sukuna was still seated on the edge of the bed beside you, a slight frown on his face while yuji was curled on the bed with you, his head on your lap as you pat his hair, face adorably scrunched a little with worry.

"im alright, guys. you two need to be asleep right now."

but that only earned you a pout from yuji and a deeper frown from sukuna. "you want us to leave?" yuji mumbled, his heart broken and causing yours to shatter, grimacing a little. "what if you get worse? what if we have to take you to the hospital? what if you need something and you start feeling too weak to get it? what if-"

"shut it, pipsqueak," sukuna grumbled, flicking his forehead and ignoring the look you shot him. "she's probably not going to die. either way, nobody's going to sleep now. but, mom, you probably should be asleep. you know. if you want to actually get better," he shot a look at you.

"tch. im not going to die," you sigh, bringing a hand up to run through your sleep tousled hair. "im fine. really. this'll probably be over in a day or something."

the boys gave you skeptical looks. while it warmed your heart to see them so protective and caring over you, all concerned and wanting to make sure you were okay, you also knew they were absurdly stubborn. you sighed again. it was going to be a long night.

[lazylittledragon]

so uhhhhhhhh. not to be cryptic and bitchy on main but congratulations to everyone in my messages for like 5 months on being right i guess

[light-wrath-paradise]

Momentarily breaking my suicidal posting to say that I still find it unhinged how I attempted to very quickly word search through my pdf of Hork-Bajir Chronicles to see if any pools are mentioned (I need my beautiful spreadsheet of various Animorphs information to be accurate) and well yes technically I got greeted by the information I needed but I also got greeted by an absolutely INSANE way to begin a chapter, especially when it's the character's FIRST NARRATED CHAPTER. EVER.

Visual rendition:

[nebulouscoffee]

Me, attending the latest in a ridiculous number of funerals this year in the place of a childhood friend who couldn't be there, watching the lifeless body of an old lady who used to make me snacks in the kitchen when I was a kid be carted away forever while my friend's mother cries and tells me she's grateful I could be there because it felt like having the support of her own daughter, hugging her and talking reassuringly and not processing a single one of these emotions: ... I am going to write soooo much fanfiction about this

[teaboot]

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

[madesofgold]

Don't you wanna live far away from your family and their expectations sometimes and just start a new life?

[marvelouslymarly]

After Midnight (Bob Reynolds x female superhero!reader)

Pairing: Bob Reynolds/Robert Reynolds/the Sentry/the Void x female superhero!reader

Part two out now!!! Read here

Summary: You're out with the team when some dude starts acting like an ass. Bob helps you get away and takes you home to show you how a lady should be treated...

Rated E for explicit - Minors do not interact!!

CW: physical violence (bar brawl); the void showing up for a second there; some hints at sexual harrassment/assault (no on page rape!); Bob dancing with reader; fluff; half of this is smut (first time reader and Bob sleep together; oral/female and male receiving; fingering, p in v sex (protected); multiple orgasms) [i think i need a pastor]; minor thunderbolts* spoiler warning bc this is set after the film

Word count: 10.6k words (and I thought the last one was a long one, LOL)

Masterlist

[A/N #1: Got the idea for this on the drive home from my parents' place while listening to After Midnight by Chappel Roan, so here you go]

[A/N #2: thank you to @scuttle-buttle for cheering me on and reading through this!!! Dedicating this to you, babes🫰🏻]

The music was blasting over the speakers, and you could feel the beat in every cell of your body. The team had decided to go out that night, needing a break from training and recon-missions and the same old day-in-and-day-out of the last few weeks. While the guys had stayed back at the bar, Ava and Yelena had pulled you into the center of the dance floor, telling you to put yourself out there and have some fun for once. You knew that they were right. It had been a while since you forgot about work and everything that came with first being one of Val's shadow ops and then becoming part of what Val intended to become the new Avengers.

Even after a few months, the title still didn't feel right. It was just too loaded with expectations, with ideas and opinions about who you should be, what you should or shouldn't do. You guys weren't shiny and new. You were rough around the edges, with problems and your own past full of mistakes and regrets. You all had things you'd like to forget or wished to have gone up in flames with every little detail Val put in that vault.

Being called the "new Avengers" felt like stepping into footsteps not only way too big to fill, but also just the wrong shape to begin with. It was like trying to match the tracks of bears with those of lions. You were a different species of heroes - and even calling yourself heroes felt wrong somehow. You were too familiar with being the bad guys, with having your stories twisted, being used for whatever wrong someone wanted done without getting their own hands dirty. But now, you were supposed to be the ones stopping the bad guys, to fight the guys you were made out to be before.

So, this night out felt like the right call for multiple reasons. It was good for forgetting about work, but also for getting to know each other outside of work settings. You'd lived with them for months and knew everything about who preferred what guns, who would do what whenever you were out on missions but whenever you came home, you'd retreat into your own spaces, resting and trying to figure out where you all fit into whatever Val had in mind when she called the press on you and announced her new team of superheroes come to save the world.

~~~

Earlier that evening, while putting on that one dress in the back of your wardrobe, you could hear your mother's voice in the back of your head, telling you not to dress this provocatively. To be a good girl and cover yourself before the Lord's eyes. You felt the anger you'd repressed for so long bubble back up inside of you. Images of the time before you ran away from home came rushing back in. 

The front lawns of the neighbourhood peppered with signs with psalms and verses written on them. Crosses in every room of the house you’d grown up in. The metal rods and mosquito nets outside the windows to “keep evil out” but, in all honesty, they were there to keep you from climbing out the windows in the middle of the night. Memories of everything your parents tried to make you believe about the virtues of life and how to be a pious girl and a good servant of the Lord. 

You could feel the bile rise, thinking back to the person they had tried to turn you into.Their attempts to marry you off to some boy from the community. Michael Dawson. A good boy, named after the archangel. A god-fearing boy just barely old enough to drive a car. In the year before your parents had told you about their plans, you had barely exchanged two sentences with him. But still, it was blatantly obvious to everyone who looked at him and at the way he looked at Paul for even a second, that this probably wouldn’t have been the happy and sacred marriage your parents had envisioned for you.

When the blip first happened, it felt like you were set free from everything you hated so much. With your family gone, there was nothing holding you back from leaving the community while the rest turned to prayers and service. Just having turned 18 a couple of weeks ago, you’d grabbed the keys to your father’s truck and never looked back.

You caught a look of yourself in the mirror and thought about how far you'd come in the last 8 years. How much distance you'd put between your old life and this new one - regardless of how lost you still felt sometimes. You thought about how you moved to the big city and took up self-defense classes after a close call on your way home from work one night. How powerful you felt once you’d realised you loved to fight and get stronger both physically and mentally. That now, there was very little that you couldn’t get through because you didn’t have to rely on prayers anymore.

You pulled the dress down in the front, revealing more cleavage, and adjusted how your breasts sat in the built-in cups. The thought of your mother’s jaw falling to the floor at the sight of you in this get up, her hands doing quick work to bless herself, sent a smirk to your lips. You smoothed out the dress, letting your hands dance over the sides of your body while you admired yourself. The tightness of the dress, hugging you in just the right places, the skirt just long enough to cover the ass that you trained so hard for. Reapplying the dark red lipstick, you smacked your lips in a playful manner and ran your hand through your locks before leaving your room and joining the others in the common area of your shared apartment.

You could still hear the whistles Walker had sent your way, adding an approving 'looking good, [y/l/n]' after standing up straighter and looking you up and down. You rolled your eyes at him while you put your purse over your shoulder, and then adjusted the leather jacket thrown over your am.

"You clean up nice, too, I guess," you retorted and looked around the group.

Ava and Yelena had put themselves into their best party outfits as well, wearing a knowing smirk while putting up both thumbs, respectively. When your eyes landed on Bob, you could see a faint pink tint to his cheeks, and he quickly averted your gaze, nodding vigorously.

"Yeah, you look really nice... Really... nice, yeah!" He cleared his throat, the blush deepening a few shades. His jaw clenched and you smiled to yourself, having secretly hoped he'd like the way you'd dressed up.

When you'd first met him in the vault those few months ago, in the scrubs that seemed three sizes too big for him, he looked like a helpless puppy, his blue eyes so big and excited at what he'd stumbled into - literally. But then, when you saw what he was capable of, both as the Sentry and the Void and your interest in him grew. He was no longer just the sad, helpless puppy but something more intriguing. Someone with layers that you wanted to uncover one at a time.

After first moving to New York and into the Watchtower with the others, there weren't many chances for you two to interact, to get to know each other better. But when it became more and more obvious that he wasn't ready to be sent out into missions with the rest of the team just yet, you came up with the idea of rotating who would stay at home with him. The rest of the team welcomed the idea of it and so, whenever someone wasn't needed for the mission, they'd try and help Bob figure out how to channel his inner Sentry without also summoning the Void with it. Or they'd bake cakes or make dinner for when the others came back.

You'd stayed back with him two times at that point but every time you asked if he wanted to join you for a gym session or for a swim in the new pool, he'd come up with excuses. Saying he'd sprained his ankle the last time he was working out with Bucky or that he'd just done his daily laps in the morning and was looking forward to reading that one book he didn't have the chance to get to yet. The first time around, you figured he was just a little anti-social and needed some more time to get comfortable but then you heard about how Yelena had gotten him to punch the punching bag so forcefully that it came off the hinges and flew to the other side of the gym and how even Walker could convince him to try some new technique to compartmentalise.

When he declined your invitation to watch a movie the second time you stayed behind, you grew weary, scared that you'd done something wrong or that he just simply didn't like you at all. That the interest you had in him wasn’t reciprocated. But, seeing him blush at the sight of you all dolled up set the tiny bit of hope you still had ablaze once more. On the way to the bar, you caught yourself disengaging from the conversation, coming up with ideas or ways to get him on his own, hoping that he’d be more forthcoming once he had a drink or two in him.

~~~

The feeling of arms slipping around your waist brought you back to the bar and to the song you were mindlessly singing along to. Hands were moving down to your waist, holding onto you as you swayed your hips from side to side. Your eyes travelled down your figure, thinking that maybe it was one of the guys playing a trick on you but then you didn't recognise the tattoos winding up the left forearm and into the rolled up sleeves. Your head turned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of you had come up behind you but you couldn’t quite make out who it was, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

Looking around for the girls, you saw that Ava and Yelena had gone back over to the bar, probably to get you guys some drinks. Also sitting at the bar, you made out Walker, Bob and Bucky - the latter engaged in a conversation with some girl desperately trying to get his number from the way she pushed her phone into his direction, a bright smile on her lips, despite the restrained expression on his face and him shaking his head repeatedly, pushing her phone back every time it made contact with his chest. 

Wildly gesticulating with every fiber of his being, Walker was talking to Bob, who was staring into the glass in front of him. You weren’t sure if he was just lost in thought or if he had one too many was getting overwhelmed by the loud music and people pushing past him in the crowded bar, his face inattentive to what Walker was talking about and his shoulders slumped. His gaze wandered over to you, as if he’d felt your eyes on him, and then to the guy behind you, his jaw clenching tightly. Just as quickly as his eyes had met yours, they were back on the remnants of whatever drink he had been musing before, his knuckles turning white in the dim light.

The arms around your hip pulled you back, bringing your attention back to the dancefloor, and you felt a very clammy shirt press into your shoulders before the smell of cheap alcohol mixed with even cheaper breath mints filled your nostrils. Your whole body tensed, when the guy’s right hand travelled back up your side and stopped just under your breast for a second, before moving to the front and up to your neck.

"Hey, Mama, you alone here," the voice slurred questioning, hot breath hitting your ear and neck, and sending goosebumps down your body. His hand was slowly wrapping around your neck and made you turn your head again. Out the corner of your eye, you could clock the name tag on his shirt, making out ‘Sam’ written in cursive stitches.

Feeling your throat close up from the stinging aroma of the cheap liquor he must've bathed in, you tried to push Sam’s arms off of your body, scratching at his skin. But his grip didn’t budge one bit, only growing tighter, his nails digging in through the fabric of your dress and into your neck.

Your desperate pleas for him to let go of you seemed to be useless, lost to the loud music coming from the speakers in every corner of the dance floor. But you couldn't get anything out above a feeble whisper, tears brimming in your eyes while snippets of the last time you went to a bar raced through your brain.

"Why are you so tense? Let's have some fun, baby," Sam pushed and started to grind into you from behind, his dick getting harder with every move, pressing into your behind.

Again, you looked around for the rest of the team, hoping someone would notice your struggle and come over to help. But Ava and Yelena were nowhere to be seen, and Walker must’ve gone out to get some fresh air with Bucky because they weren’t where you had last seen them either. The only team member you could still make out was Bob, sitting at the bar with his back turned to you, waving down the bartender for another drink.

Realising you were on your own in this one, you tried to turn around, to get some leverage on him and were just able to turn your face away when he leant down and tried to press a kiss to your lips. 

“I told you to leave me be,” you repeated forcefully, your flat hand landing on his cheek in a satisfying slap.

An urgent cry left your mouth, then, and the force behind your shove grew stronger, pushing Sam away from you and making him lose his balance. He stumbled back a step or two before he caught himself again, glaring at you.

He pushed up his sleeves again and started to come at you, an evil sneer on his face.

"What's your fucking problem, bitch,” he spat and looked you up and down, stepping closer slowly.

“You dress like that, and then you turn into a prude when -"

He was cut off short when a fist met his jaw and threw him into the people surrounding you, a tooth and a spray of blood flying from his mouth. You looked at who had landed that blow, still unable to fully comprehend what had just happened.

To your right, there stood Bob, his mouth hanging open a bit and his eyes glowing a dangerous golden colour. You hadn't noticed him getting up from the bar and coming over, but you were deeply grateful for him doing so, scared of what would've happened if he hadn't stepped in.

When he realised what he'd done, he shook his head slightly, the blue returning to his eyes once more, and he got ready to fight. With his fists raised in front of his face, he waited for the other guy to get back up again.

“What do you want, you limp noodle of a man, huh? You just got lucky with that one, fella.” The other guy pointed at Bob before spitting blood onto the light-up dance floor and cracking his neck, walking up to Bob. When he was still a few steps from him, Bob threw another punch, this time with even more force behind it and knocking Sam right out. There was a dark air around him, blackness enveloping his fist and travelling up his arm right before your eyes.

“She told you to leave her alone, asshat,” the Void growled, his voice several shades darker than that of Bob.

Looking at the limp figure before him for a split second, the Void went back in, throwing punch after punch, the black hand glistening from what must have been even more blood. Scared of what he’d do to Sam, you tried pulling Bob off of him, whispering into his ear that it was enough and for him to come back to you.

“Bob, please. He’s down already”, you begged and finally got enough strength to drag him away. Cupping his face, you tried to get Bob to focus on you and the black started to recede from his arms, his bloody hand cradling your face in return. It took a moment for the blue to return to his eyes again, for his jaw to unclench and the deep frown to relax a little.

"Are you ok, [y/n]?” Bob’s voice had gotten softer, his eyes searching yours for any sign of lasting harm. 

"Yeah, I think I just need some fresh air," you murmured and held onto his shirt, your legs feeling like jell-o all of a sudden.

Bob wrapped a protective arm around your back when he felt you dip against his stature and pulled you closer, his eyes going to somewhere behind you. He gulped loudly and you looked over your shoulder at what he’d seen.

"You two!" The security guard pointed at you and Bob, and then motioned for you to get out of there.

"Congrats, you just earned yourself a no-return ticket out of this bar," the guard added, and Bob started sputtering, trying to argue about how Sam had started it, how he was just trying to protect you and that Sam should be the one getting kicked out of the bar instead. Picking up the bloody mess that the Void had turned Sam into, the security guard started for the door, looking over his shoulder as if waiting for us to follow him.

"Oh, don't worry, he's going with you!" The guard pushed Bob towards the back exit, Bob's shoulders slumping a little before making his way out of the group of onlookers, pulling you with him by the hand. You intertwined your fingers with his, trying not to lose him while pushing through the mass.

"Our friends are still inside," you tried when you got outside, but the security guard wouldn't have any of it, telling you 'life sucks' and 'better luck next time' while propping Sam up against the wall of the back alley. Without another word, he made for the back entrance before the door fell shut on him, and then disappeared into the turmoil inside the bar.

Looking around the dark alleyway, Bob scoffed before turning towards you, an angry look on his face.

"What a dick!"

You just shrugged your shoulders and felt tears well up in your eyes again, the shock of the situation wearing down and the fear taking over once more. When you tugged at his hand, Bob looked down, realising he was holding your hand, fingers intertwined, and let go before scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry, I didn't realise..."

He wiped his hands on his shirt, the blood staining the white shirt he was wearing under the flannel, and apologised again. When the first tears started to roll down your cheeks, a sob left your mouth and pulled his gaze back to you. His eyes widened in shock and his jaw went slack again, his brows knitting together in a regretful frown.

"Oh, no... I didn't mean to... [y/n], please don't cry..." He came up to you and cupped your cheeks, looking into your eyes deeply before wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I'm sorry... I just get really clammy hands whenever I feel... overwhelmed… And well, the blood and all…"

The embrace was warm, his arms feeling like a protective blanket wrapping around you, shielding you from any more harm. You sidled up to him, relishing in the comfort the hug offered against the cold air of night-time New York in early December. You stayed wrapped in his arms for a second, silent tears rolling down your cheeks while you tried to gather yourself, listening to the faint sound of his heart beating rapidly.

When you heard the groggy groans of the figure behind you, you tensed again and looked up at Bob, his face breaking further when he saw your tear-stained cheeks.

"Can you please get me out of here," you begged, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and he nodded quickly before letting one arm fall down from its place around your frame and cupping your cheek.

"Yeah, sure. Just tell me where to," he affirmed, wiping away the latest tears with the pad of his thumb. When he realised that you were shivering, he shimmied out of his flannel, wrapping it around your shoulders and mumbling ‘here, this should keep you warm’ under his breath.

"Just take me home, please." You pulled the soft fabric around you tighter, the warm scent of cedarwood and vanilla mixed with his own warm smell enveloping your senses.

He nodded again and turned towards the exit of the alleyway, his right arm wrapping around your shoulder again while he led you towards the main street.

~~~

You guys spent the first few minutes of your walk in silence, not sure how to make conversation after what had happened.

That was until you were stood at a red light and Bob turned towards you, his arm having fallen from around you a few blocks ago.

"I'm sorry, I got us kicked out of the bar," he apologised and put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, the uneasy look from earlier making its way back onto his face, knitting his eyebrows together and making him pull his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You really seemed to have a good time until that fucker turned up," Bob went on and you shrugged, the fun from earlier already a distant memory in the racing tornado of thoughts wreaking havoc in your mind.

"It was alright", your voice was low and you kicked at the burger wrapping left behind on the sidewalk, hoping you'd be able to boot the haunting images of past trauma away with it.

"Maybe it's stupid, but I kinda wanted to dance with you up there", Bob admitted, looking off towards the traffic light on the other side of the crossing. 

His fingers were mindlessly fidgeting with the brand label at the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit you had observed so often when you were around him. When his gaze met yours, the small smile playing on his lips sent butterflies to your stomach, a warmth you hadn't felt in ages rushing up your arms and down your back.

"You looked really beautiful, you know. In the lights, lost to the music. Like you were somewhere else entirely and you didn't have a care in the world", he added, a chuckle at the end of his sentence, and his eyes sparkled, reflecting the cool light of the headlights lining the street.

"I would have liked that", you admitted, offering him a warm smile in return before turning your attention to the changing traffic light indicating you were allowed to cross the street.

“You wouldn’t have enjoyed that for long though,” he replied, chuckling to himself again, before looking over to where you were walking by his side. “I am a really terrible dancer. Like… I’ve totally got two left feet. Just the thought makes me feel sorry for your toes.”

He struck a pose and wiggled his butt to imaginary music when he reached the sidewalk, looking over his shoulder at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and trying his best to look seductive.

This had you laughing loudly then, holding onto his arm for support and putting your head against his shoulder, your eyes closing in appreciation.

“Thank you! I really needed that right now, Bob,” you got out between laughs and grinned up at him, the butterflies in your stomach making you feel like you were 14 all over again.

“Always at your service, m’lady.” He bowed and winked at you before continuing his way down the street, pulling you with him by the hand.

~~~

“Ok, so, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick, but how about we put on some music after and have that dance party”, you suggested, walking through the elevator doors and looking over your shoulder at Bob, who had an easy smile on his face, his cheek a healthy shade of pink from all the laughing.

He put his arms out and grabbed a hold of the lapelles of the flannel you were still wearing, pulling you back closer to him before wrapping his arms around your frame in a tight hug. You snuggled up to him, ignoring the bloody streaks on his shirt and buried your head against his chest.

“What’s that for,” you asked, looking up at him from under your lashes and trying to keep yourself from blushing at the softness in his eyes.

“I just felt like hugging you, that’s all,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “You looked so cuddly in the dim light, wrapped up in my flannel.”

The words left his mouth quietly, barely above a whisper and when he realised he’d said it aloud, his eyes grew wide, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in a thick gulp. After trying to find the right words to reply to this and coming up empty, you pushed up on your tiptoes and put a quick kiss on his cheek. Scared you took it too far, you wriggled out of the embrace and turned to the general direction of your bedroom, leaving Bob standing near the elevator, his fingers repeatedly running over the spot that you had just kissed, his eyes glued to where you had just stood and his mouth opening and closing rapidly.

“Remember, dance party in the living room in ten minutes,” you yelled over your shoulder and vanished in your bedroom.

~~~

You connected your phone to the speakers in the living room, sneaking up to Bob sitting on the couch and wrapped your arms around his neck, a giant grin playing at your lips.

“Ready to dance, Bob,” you whispered in his ear cheekily, drawing out his name and letting your hands run down his chest while your towel dried hair fell around you.

He grabbed your wrists and pulled you over the back of the couch swiftly, making you land with your head in his lap, his hand quickly moving to your hip to keep you from rolling off the couch.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he joked and pulled you up with him, his arm wrapped around you and letting his hand rest on the small of your back.

“Well, if you dance anything like what you showed me down on that street corner, I’m in for a hell of a time.” You pulled your phone from the pocket of the shorts you had gotten into after the shower and looked through your playlist for a good song to start with.

“Here, I think this will be a good one,” you mumbled, choosing ‘Me because of You’ by the Faim, and wiggled your eyebrows at him playfully, when the song started playing over the speakers.

 “Ok, I think I can work with this,” he said, nodding his head and moving the coffee table off to the side to make more room for us to have fun. He stretched his arms and cracked his neck, starting with a simple step-touch and moving his shoulders to the beat of the song.

You studied him for a second, suddenly a little scared of what he might think of you if you just let loose and have fun. He motioned for you to come closer and you followed his request, stepping closer and trying to keep from laughing, when he faked licking his pointer and pinky and smoothing his eyebrows over.

“Come on, you can’t hold back now, [y/n],” he yelled over the music and pulled me closer right when the song said ‘dance with me, feel the beat, follow my lead’. He placed your hands on his shoulders and then put his hands on your waist again, starting to waltz with you for a whole two seconds before both of you burst out laughing.

“You wanted to dance with me. So, dance, love,” he added and moved his body to the beat again.

“I’m nervous,” you confessed, running your hands over the clean shirt he put on while you were in the shower, and looked at him, biting your lip restlessly.

“Close your eyes and just imagine I’m not here. You’re alone in your room where no one can see you. And then do what you do,” he tried, brushing a strand of towel dried hair out of your face.

“If it helps, I can close my eyes, too,” he offered and put his hands over his eyes, peeking through his fingers.

“Fine,” you grumbled and moved away from him a little, turning your back on him but then looking back over your shoulder to make sure he had his eyes covered.

When you saw that he really wasn’t peeking, you started to move and smiled to yourself, feeling the music take over your body and jumping up and down giddily. After a few seconds, you started to sing along and moved freely, turning around and shimmying your shoulders and nodding your head.

“Are you doing it? Are you dancing,” he asked, still covering his eyes but moving his hips to the beat.

You peeled his hands from his eyes and pulled him into the middle of the carpet, making him stumble over his own feet. He opened one eye, looking at your dancing figure, and you tried to hide the smirk playing at your lips. He joined in with dancing and pursed his lips, concentrating on his moves so as not to stumble over his own feet again.

When the chorus started to play for the last time, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer again, and started swaying with you, his head on top of yours. He intertwined his fingers with yours and then moved away from you, extending his arms before stepping in again. He threw your arms over his shoulders and stepped past you before turning around quickly, to repeat this spiel another time, though instead of simply stepping past you, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, swaying from side to side.

Bob sang along to the words, his voice in your ear as his head dipped down a little and then he spun you around and caught you in his arms again more masterfully than he had led on to believe before.

“Tonight, I’ve changed, yeah. I’m only me because of you.” He put his cheek against yours and hummed happily, picking you up and twirling you around.

When the song had ended, he held you in place, your forehead resting against his. His gaze was moving back and forth between your eyes and your lips, his breath having grown a little shallow. You could feel his hand travel up your side and then caress your cheek, his face coming closer until you could feel his shallow breath on your lips, the tips of your noses just millimeters away from each other.

Expecting him to close the last bit of distance, you closed your eyes and turned your head upwards a little, your heart beating rapidly inside your chest. The moments until he finally put his lips to yours felt like an eternity, millions of thoughts running through your brain, the anticipation of what it’d feel like to kiss him raising goosebumps across your body. When he finally closed the distance and kissed you, his lips were soft, moving against yours slowly at first and then you deepened the kiss, moving your hand to the back of his head. Your other hand ran up his chest, feeling his pecs flex under your touch. 

When your teeth sank into his bottom lip, he let out a soft moan and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, exploring it carefully and moving your tongue in sync with his. His hand grabbed a fistful of your shirt and he moved you back over to the couch, letting you drop into his lap when the couch hit the back of his legs and he sat down.

You straddled him, your left arm wrapping around him to hold onto the backrest to keep you from falling into him, while your right hand ran through the hair at the back of his head, pulling on it softly, when one of his hands moved up the outside of your thigh to your hip.

He pulled away from you for a second, trying to catch his breath, his mouth hanging open a little while he searched your eyes for any sign of regret. When he couldn’t find any but instead realised that your mouth had split into a bright smile, he chuckled cheerfully and kissed you again hungrily.

With the kisses getting more and more heated, you started grinding into him, the aching need for feeling him closer growing in the pit of your stomach. When you rolled your hips a little extra hard, he groaned deeply and the grip of his hand on your hip grew stronger, a pleasant pain running up your spine and making you throw your head back.

His lips went to your neck, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin and then he started sucking on the pulse point underneath your ear, biting and licking and driving you into overdrive. The fingers buried in his hair pulled on his locks and his growing bulge started to rub up against you just the right way when he bucked his hips in response.

“We… should probably…”, he started in between kisses and you nodded mindlessly, trying to get as much friction from grinding down into him harder. 

“Fuck, [y/n], ok, wait…” He stopped you from moving your hips by wrapping his arm around you and pulling you impossibly close, and then made you look him in the eyes before going on: “I can’t do it like this… If I have you, I want all of you.”

You gulped at this, realising he wasn’t joking and felt your jaw go slack.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but I will not let this be how I have you for the first time.” His thumb caressed your cheek and he kissed you softly, his forehead falling to yours, probably fighting the urge to just have you right then and there.

“Then take me to your room, Bob,” you mumbled breathlessly when he pulled away again, nuzzling your face with his in a love-drunken state. You placed soft kisses all over his face, earning a little chuckle from him, when you moved down to his neck, his head falling back to give you more room to work with.

“[y/n], god, you drive me crazy,” he moaned and let his hands slip underneath your shirt, sending shivers down your spine from the tiny sparks his touch left on your skin. Letting out a ‘mh-hm’ in response, you ran your thumb over his bottom lip and kissed him again, your tongue slipping into his mouth easily.

His hands went down your back and held onto your ass when he picked you up in one smooth motion, your legs wrapping around his hips to gain more stability. Your arms snaked around his neck and a chuckle escaped your mouth when he stumbled over the couch on his way out of the living room, holding you in space with one arm while he steadied himself.

“How about we stop kissing until we’re actually in your bedroom,” you joked and he nodded, telling you ‘that’s a good idea’ before making his way over to his bedroom, his steps quick and assertive.

“Wait, we still have to turn off the music,” you realised when you were halfway down the hallway and Bob stopped dead in his tracks, sighing heavily. He looked back over his shoulder and you could see the cogs work behind his eyes, trying to decide what to do.

“Ok, you go turn off the music and I’ll get everything ready?”

Setting you down on the floor, he pecked your lips and then slapped your ass, making you jump a little and hurry back to the living room. You made quick work of turning off the music and grabbing your phone, eager to get back to Bob and what you were doing, running back down the hallway to where his bedroom was. Sliding in through the door, you stopped when you saw that Bob was on the phone with someone, holding up a finger to you just as you wanted to ask what was wrong.

“Oh, no, y’all can stay out longer. No… No. [y/n] wasn’t feeling too hot, so I took her home.” He looked at the floor for a second, scratching his head while trying to understand Yelena over the thumping music on the other side of the line. “I think she’s sleeping already. No… I don’t think she’ll mind! Go have fun, you guys,” he added and then ended the call after telling Yelena goodbye.

“Is everything ok,” you enquired, walking up to him and putting your phone on his desk, the screen lighting up and showing you had a couple of missed calls from Yelena and Ava. He matched you and put his phone down next to yours, before turning back to you and searching your face for a second.

“Yeah, they were just worried where we went and because they couldn’t reach us earlier.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and brushing the hair from the slope of your neck, adding a ‘so, where were we’ before running his fingers over the soft skin under your chin.

“Are they coming back already?” You asked, your head falling back when Bob started to kiss your neck.

“No, there’s this party at another bar they wanna check out.” He bit your neck playfully and then nuzzled the side of your face, telling you that the two of you should be in the clear for the next few hours. He picked you up again and walked over to his bed, dropping you in the middle of the mattress before climbing onto the mattress and kneeling down between your legs.

“Next few hours? What do you have planned,” you asked cheekily, your hands working on taking off his shirt.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, love,” he replied, helping you to get him out of his shirt and kissing you passionately.

Your fingertips ran over his abs and up into his hair again and you pulled him down with you, moaning when his hips settled between yours like puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly.

“God, you sound so good when you moan,” he whined desperately, his hand caressing your cheek and then running through your hair. “You sound so much better than I could ever imagine.”

“You imagined how I’d sound?” Your voice was barely a whisper, too much anticipation and desire clouding your brain already. The building tension in your core was painful at this point and you could feel your arousal gathering between your legs.

“More often than I’d like to admit, yes.” His kisses were growing hungrier with every passing second, his hands running down your sides, pulling at the fabric of your shirt and digging into the bare skin of your legs. He wanted to feel your skin and memorise every inch of it, having wanted to touch you for months now.

“What did you picture,” you asked, flipping you over and straddling his hips again, pulling your shirt over your head and grinding your hips into his rhythmically. His eyes were wandering over your torso, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he sat up and wrapped his arms around you to work on undoing your bra. When he’d opened the clasp in the back, he slipped the straps down your shoulders, kissing the freckles that dusted your skin there.

“The way you’d sound… How you’d taste…” He pulled your face closer, his fingers on your chin, and placed his lips on yours again, this time slow and deep. His other hand came up to your right breast and cupped it, running his thumb over your nipple hardening from the relative cold in the room. “How you’d look taking me. The way your face breaks when I make you cum…”

He bucked his hips, his clothed erection pushing up into your clit and you gasped, running your fingernails over his abs, your head falling forwards to rest on his shoulder. You moved your hips with his, the layered fabric of your shorts and panties rubbing up against your core with every thrust of his hips. It had been a while since you last were intimate with someone, so you could already feel the knot in your lower stomach begin to tighten, your breath hitching when Bob’s tongue licked over your sensitive nipple before taking your breast into his mouth.

Your hand travelled further south and you lifted your hips, dipping your fingers into the waistband of his joggers, realising he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath when you made contact with his hot skin. Trying to meet his eyes, you lifted your eyebrows in surprise and he shrugged, letting go of your breast with a popping sound.

“Hey, a guy can hope, right,” he tried to defend himself and smirked at you, when you pushed him down onto the mattress, while your other hand slipped into his joggers fully and wrapped around his hard length. He was bigger than you’d imagined, thicker too, and at the thought of having him inside of you, your pussy started to ache deliciously and eager.

You pumped your hand up his length slowly and his eyes rolled up into his head, his jaw hanging open slightly, a string of curses and whines leaving his mouth. Seeing him enjoy your touch this much, sent you into overdrive, and you moved off his legs, pulling down his joggers with you, before throwing them to the other corner of his room. His erection sprang free and you took in the sight before you, Bob leaning on his elbows, completely naked and looking sexier than you ever dreamt up.

Running your hands through your hair, you felt your cheeks heat up and hid your face in your hands, chuckling to yourself for a second.

“What? [y/n], what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong,” he asked, worry evident in his voice while he moved to sit up a little, his hands on your shoulders.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you started and took a deep breath, letting your hands fall from your face and meeting his eyes. “It’s just been a while and I… Well, I didn’t think I’d ever end up in this situation,” you added, your eyes darting over the smile lines appearing around his eyes and the dimple in his right cheek. “I think, it just hit me that this is happening, you know?”

He nodded, understanding you perfectly well, his thumb caressing your cheek before he kissed you. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and he laid you down gently, settling between your legs. You deepened the kiss, running your left hand through his dark locks while your right hand travelled down his back and settled on his hips. You wrapped one of your legs around his hip and smiled into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of his skin on your own.

“Like I said, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. And we can take our time, there’s no rush. Not tonight,” he murmured against your lips, his forehead resting on yours between soft kisses.

“I want you, Bob,” you whispered, searching his eyes, the blue of them having darkened by lust. “I want all of you.”

His face split into a bright grin and he let his head fall to the crook of your neck, hiding his own nervousness by peppering your skin with kisses again. His left hand moved down your side and to the leg wrapped around his hip as he angled his hip a little, his erection brushing up against your core again. You moaned softly and tried to meet him better, your leg snaking around him more tightly.

“If we’re really gonna do this, then we’re gonna do this right,” Bob said, his voice darker than before and sending shivers down your spine.

He pulled away from you, his fingertips moving to the waistband of your shorts and he pulled them down your legs, your panties coming off with them. Bob tossed them over to where his joggers had landed and spread your legs slowly, taking you in and biting on his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling in the dim light from his bedside lamp. He let his fingers dance over the inside of your legs, drawing loose shapes on your skin from your ankles up to your hips and then grabbed one of his pillows from above your head. You lifted your hips and he put the pillow under your ass, settling between your legs and looking at you intently from under his lashes.

“You sure you wanna do this? You can say no or stop me at any time,” he assured you and you nodded, biting down on the knuckle of your index finger in anticipation, butterflies making somersaults in your tummy. He lowered his head and blew on you, earning himself a low whimper from you, the air feeling cold against your wet pussy. He ran a finger up between your folds and chuckled, sending vibrations through your core from how close his mouth was to your center.

“God, you’re already so wet and I haven’t even done anything.”

His finger slipped into your vagina with ease and the squelching sound that was heard by him pulling it out again, made the blush on your cheeks deepen. He pushed his finger back in and then curled it, making you moan his name loudly as he brushed your g-spot. He repeated this a couple of times while his tongue ran along the outside of your folds, slowly making its way inwards. When he finally ran the tip of his tongue up your folds and flicked your clit, your hips bucked, another moan falling from your lips, having him hum in response.

“You taste so good, babe.” He lapped at you and then slowed down again, the tip of his tongue circling your clit and then flicking it with a masterful tab, sending sparks up your spine and making your toes curl. Your fingers buried into his locks again and you pulled on them, pulling him closer in an attempt to get even more friction.

“Mhm, do you like that,” he asked, meeting your gaze and smirking cheekily.

“Yeah, feels good, Bob,” you moaned, your head falling back down and your eyes rolling back when he removed his finger from your hole and circled your pussy with the tip of his tongue. Then, he added another finger up, running them through your folds and back down towards your vagina before thrusting them in, this time a little more forcefully.

You yelped in surprise and pulled on his hair, your legs going a little numb. He waited to move his fingers for a second, looking down at how his fingers had disappeared in you completely and then pulled them back out a bit, curling the same way he did before, brushing over your g-spot again. When he’d found a good rhythm that had you breathing heavily, the knot tightening in your stomach, he put his mouth on you again and pushed you over the edge, your toes curling while your legs tensed around his head. One of your hands left his head to move to the bedsheets, gripping it hard as pleasure rushed over your body like a tidal wave.

“Fuck, Bob, you feel so good.”

You were writhing under him, Bob relentlessly licking up your juices while you clawed at his shoulders and rode the highs of the orgasm coursing through your body. The wet noises of his fingers pumping in and out of you filled your ears and you felt another wave of the orgasm rain down on you when his teeth scraped over your sensitive nub before flicking it again with his tongue. You could feel your walls clamp down around his fingers and then heard him chuckle deeply, before his arm pushed down on your hips, keeping you in place.

He kept at it, fingering you and eating you out, only coming up from between your legs when you started to come down from the high, your breath still rushed and shallow. You ran your hand through your hair, and looked at him, moving up your body, his lips glistening from your arousal and his spit mixed together. He put his fingers into his mouth and sucked your juices off of them, closing his eyes in ecstasy and the corners of his mouth pulling up in a smile, after he pulled his fingers out again.

“God, that was so hot,” he breathed, putting his lips to yours and kissing you hungrily. You nodded, deepening the kiss by slipping your tongue into his mouth and tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hand ran down his torso and wrapped around his length again, your thumb wiping over his tip and feeling the sticky precum leaking out of him. With your brain still hazy from your recent orgasm, you pushed him down onto the mattress and started peppering kisses on his neck, moving down to his clavicle and his chest, the nails of your free hands scratching over his chest, while the other one pumped his length slowly.

When you were on the same level with his dick, you looked up at him and opened your mouth, taking him in as far as you could, your hand still wrapped around the part of him that didn’t fit into your mouth anymore. You started bobbing your head up and down his length and his fingers ran through your hair, his hand cupping the back of your head and aiding you in keeping an enjoyable rhythm, while whines and moans fell from his lips.

“Oh, fuck. You’re better than I ever imagined,” he whined, his hips bucking and his dick hit the back of your throat. 

Your eyes travelled back up his figure and you opened your mouth a little further, trying to take more of him. Tears were brimming at the corners of your eyes and your own arousal started running down the inside of your leg, so you moved your free hand to your clit, rubbing yourself while sucking him off.

After a couple more bobs of your head, Bob groaned loudly, his hips tensing and his grip on your hair getting harder. His cum spilled onto your tongue and you swallowed it, humming in enjoyment, while continuing the motion of your hand pumping up and down his length. Feeling another orgasm approaching from your own fingers between your legs, you moaned, some residual cum of his running out the corner of your mouth and dripping on his length.

Biting down on your lips, you looked up at him, his mouth hanging open at the sight of you pleasuring yourself. He motioned for you to come closer, pushing your hand away from between your legs to take over while pulling you into his lap again. You rested your head against his shoulder, while his fingers were drawing circles around your clit, pushing you ever closer to the edge. You could feel that you were getting overstimulated already and whined, wanting to get the release you so desperately needed. Pulling his lips to yours and kissing him hungrily, you moved your hips a little to meet his touch, his fingers slipping into you once more while the pad of thumb brushed up against your clitoris.

“Bob, don’t stop. Please, I’m so close,” you whined, your face falling at the pressure building in your core.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he whispered into your ear and nibbled on your earlobe, thrusting his fingers into you deeper and curling them on their way out.

Feeling his tongue lick over your pulse point was enough to make you fall over the edge again, his fingers brushing your g-spot again and again, sparks flying between your bodies. Your nails dug into his back and you rode his fingers, moaning his name at the top of your lungs.

“God, I love it when you moan my name like that.” 

He put you back down on the mattress, knowing you’d need the support of the bed beneath you, your legs having turned to jelly and shaking from all of the stimulation. Your chest was rising and falling quickly while you tried to catch your breath, absolutely exhausted from two big orgasms so close together.

“Do you need a little break,” he asked, laying down next to you and running his fingers up and down your sides. You turned your head toward his and the look on his face was so soft, caring and full of love, making your heart ache at being the object of his adoration. You nodded, still unable to form words, the last after waves of your orgasm having your ears ringing and your fingertips feeling numb.

Bob pulled you a little closer, wiping the beads of sweat from your forehead, and placed soft kisses all over your face, telling you how beautiful you were. How lucky he was to be here with you at that moment. How he never thought this would actually happen.

“You know, I thought you didn’t like me,” you told him, your voice still barely a whisper, your fingers starting to draw circles on his chest while his fingertips did the same on your shoulder blade. “That you didn’t want to spend time with me when the others were gone because you secretly hated me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone as much as I like you,” he said softly, his hand cupping your face and making you look at him, before going on: “I’m sorry that I made you feel like I hated you, but it is clearly the very opposite.”

He kissed you then, softly and with all the love he felt for you. Your lips melted against his and a warmth spread in your chest, creeping up the back of your neck and rolling over your legs and into your tiptoes. This kiss was different, it wasn’t hungry or desperate but still intense in its own way. Even after everything the two of you just did, you felt closer to Bob now, his arms wrapping around you tighter and flipping you on your back again, your legs intertwined lazily and his broad chest like a shield keeping you safe.

You stayed like that for a little while then, making out and exploring each other’s body slowly, your touch soft and meaningful, as if you wanted to memorise every inch of the other’s figure. You couldn’t say how long you were just lying there, enjoying each other’s presence and forgetting everything around you. It could’ve been five minutes or it could’ve been an hour but it didn’t matter to you because you were right where you wanted to be. Wrapped in his arms, having his lips on yours and feeling his delicate touch on your body.

His lips ran over your shoulders, dusting the freckles with love, while your lips grazed his collarbone, your fingers gripping his ass cheeks and earning you a high pitched giggle from him.

“Are you ticklish,” you enquired, a cheeky smirk on your lips and he shook his head vigorously, trying to push your hands off of him.

“No, of course I’m not ticklish. What makes you think that?” He rolled his eyes and tried to put a little distance between you two, his hands swatting at you trying to poke his sides.

“I don’t know. That very manly giggle that just slipped past your lips, maybe,” you teased and his jaw dropped, so threw yourself at him playfully, making him lose his balance and taking you down with him.

“I don’t know what you're talking about. What giggle?” He grinned up at you and cupped your cheek, pulling you down to him and kissing you again passionately.

With your leg thrown over his hip, you could feel him getting hard again and you moved your hips, straddling him once more. You purred softly at his length pressing up against your folds and instinctively grinded down on him, coating the underside of his dick in your arousal. Bob’s hand gripped your hip and he stopped you from moving for a second.

“Wait, I’ve got condoms in the drawer over there,” he murmured, motioning to his bedside table, and his voice broke when you rolled your hips into his again.

“I’m on the pill, so,” you started, kissing him quickly and then added: “I’m good either way.”

He looked at you and for a second, his brows knitted together in a frown. He let his thumb run over your bottom lip and you stopped moving, lifting your hips a little before leaning over to his bedside table.

“I just wanna make sure nothing unexpected happens, you know,” he started to explain and you looked over your shoulder, opening the drawer slowly.

“Bob, hey. It’s ok, really!” Your hand looked for the packet of condoms and took one out when you found it, before turning back to him. “I’m glad you wanna be safe, love.” You cupped his cheek and smiled at him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. 

You opened the shiny packaging and took out the condom, turning it over in your fingers to have it the right way around. Pinching the tip of it, you looked at Bob and asked him if he was ready. When he nodded, inching closer to you, you grabbed his length and put the condom on, pushing the rubbery material down his length easily. His hand came up to caress your cheek and he kissed you softly, his fingers burying in the hair at the back of your head while you climbed onto him, straddling his hips again.

With your hand still wrapped around his length, you guided his dick along your folds and then lowered onto it, moaning at the burning sensation of his thickness stretching you slowly. Bob’s jaw dropped and he groaned at slipping into you, his teeth digging into your bottom lip. You stayed there for a second, trying to adjust to the feeling of him filling you up so well and held onto his shoulders before you lifted your hips again slowly. The delicious pain of his size slipping in and out of you made your brain go foggy and you sank down onto him with more ease this time. Picking up the pace, you threw your head back and rode Bob’s dick, his right hand on your breast, kneading the tissue while his tongue worked on the nipple of your other breast. His left hand was on your hip, guiding you as you took him.

“Mhm, you fill me up so well, Bob,” you mused and bounced on him, the pain having turned to pleasure a few thrusts ago. His mouth let go of your breast and he pulled your face down, kissing you hungrily and he bucked his hips into yours and slipping in deeper with the next thrust, bottoming out. You moaned into his mouth loudly and let a giggle fall over your lips as you noticed the familiar feeling of your orgasm nearing.

He stopped moving for a second and turned you around, so you were beneath him and then he grabbed your right leg and moved it from around his hips to have it over his shoulder instead, changing the angle at which he thrusted into you.

Bob groaned against your mouth as he bottomed out again, his balls slapping against your ass with the next thrust and you let out a moan of his name, your nails digging into his back.

“Ugh, you’re so tight, babe. Feel so good,” he slurred and went to town on you, thrusting in and pulling back out, his bed groaning under his movements.

“You gotta tell me if I’m too rough,” he whispered into your ear, enveloping you with his form and leaning on his elbow while his other hand held onto your leg.

“No, it’s good. So good, Bob,” you assured, relishing in the feeling of him filling you up to the brim and stretching you with every thrust. You knew that you were close again, the knot twisting and tightening and you reached between your bodies, your fingers working on your clit while his dick slipped in and out of you at an exquisite pace.

He looked down at where your bodies met and whined, his forehead falling to yours. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room and you were glad that the rest of the team was still out, fearing just how much they would’ve been able to hear of what you two were doing.

“[y/n], fuck, you feel so good. I don’t know how much longer I can…” The movement of his hips got a little sloppy and you kissed him again, steadying him with a hand on his ass while you tried to meet his thrusts with your hip.

“It’s ok, babe. Come, Bob. I’m right behind you,” you purred into his ear and his hips stuttered, a low groan falling from his lips. You moved your hips, helping him ride out his orgasm and kissed his closed lids, when he suddenly thrusted into you harder again, pushing you closer and over the edge.

You fell with him, your third orgasm of the night sending lighting through your whole body. You clung to his body, biting into his shoulder and scratching your nails over his back, earning a wince from him at the pain that seemed to send him into a flurry. Your walls clenched around him as your orgasm progressed and he put his lips on your neck, riding out your shared orgasm, his breathing quick and shallow.

When he came down from his high, he sighed, an exhausted but gratified look on his face, and laid down next to you. You curled up to him, throwing your arm over his chest and putting your head on his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart and his quick breath.

“Did I hurt you?” The question came suddenly and you looked at him, confused at where the concern was coming from.

“Why are you asking?”

“This was my first time since the medical trial,” he started and turned onto his side, wrapping his arm around your hip.

“No, you didn’t hurt me, Bob. Quite the opposite, actually.” You caressed his cheek and kissed him softly, before adding: “I enjoyed it very much, if you couldn’t tell.”

A proud smile pushed up the corners of his mouth and he shook his head, chuckling lightheaded.

“God, you’re an incredible woman, [y/n].”

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hm.

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I'm doing nothing right now, and to kill time (because I can't write requests from here), I decided to bring up this TWST idea that's been plaguing my mind.

A Yuu who's a parent

And I'm not talking about a Yuu who's a teenage or young parent, no, I'm talking about an adult Yuu, of legal age, who has had a job for YEARS, EVEN HAVE MULTIPLE CHILDREN!!

Who had the bad luck of being run over by the black carriage while doing something mundane like taking out the trash or coming home from work😅

Can you imagine the characters' reactions to an adult man/woman appearing out of nowhere at the entrance ceremony? Not even a member of the staff, just a random human without magic who is suddenly surrounded by teenage boys (almost the same age as their children).

An adult Yuu can probably "make themself understood" better by Crowley than a minor Yuu, since they understand the gravity of the situation and their basic civil rights, especially how to negotiate. Of course, that doesn't mean the Ramshakle dorm room is spotless, but at least it's fixed faster than in canon.

OH GOD, GRIM! Part of me thinks Grim would have more patience/respect for an adult Yuu, and the other part knows that's a complete lie. Although at least Grim seems to have more trust in this new maternal/paternal figure in his life.

Did you see how Inosuke gets when Tanjiro is friendly to him? That's Grim every time YuuMom/Dad says something maternal/paternal to him or is friendly/patient with him.

Ace is still a little shit at first, obviously, but I think he softens quickly, just like in canon. DEUCE, on the other hand, is almost immediately bland. Yuu reminds him so much of his mother that it's not even funny. If you thought these two were protective of the normal Yuu, brace yourself. This is THEIR PARENT NOW, AND THEY'RE THE ONLY ONES WHO DISRESPECT THEM>:(

Their relationships with the other dorm leaders would be just as funny and/or cute.

Riddle DEFINITELY needs a Yuumom/Dad in his life the most. Even though their first interaction was probably fatal (no parent, ESPECIALLY a JAPANESE one, would put up with Riddle's tantrums), I can see Riddle being naturally drawn to them these days.

This kid needs a father/mother figure who makes him understand that making mistakes is a way of learning, and Yuumom/Dad help make learning fun! Just like the Robinson family.

I also get the feeling Riddle would like to know the basics of the original work/world of Yuu (especially if they work in a field like a doctor or lawyer) and it ends up being a two-way street, with Riddle learning about Yuu's world and them learning about Twisted Wonderland.

Leona, another who needs someone to recognize him as his own person and not as a hindrance or a lesser version of his brother. It's obviously one of the hardest to have a positive relationship, but not impossible. Especially after Book 3, where Leona sees Yuu in a more respectful light instead of annoying.

They do the typical things you'd think of as a parent-child relationship, like when Yuu does certain things like scold Leona for sleeping too much, skipping classes, and straightening his uniform—things Leona complains about but doesn't stop them. It's a rare kind of positive attention.

Or when Yuu congratulates him on something specific they NOTICED he's improved, when they let him wander around the ramshakle dorm, etc. Let's just say it's an unwritten rule in Savanaclaw not to mess with Yuumom/dad from now on.

Azul also has a certain trick. He probably had more trouble with an adult Yuu than a student due to, well, life's advantages (any adult knows that contracts made by minors aren't valid—) and ends up having a mixture of fear and respect for them.

Fortunately, there's also a certain soft spot for Yuu, especially because of his age and paternal/maternal attitude. they probably reminds him of his mom.

For that reason, it's not unusual for Yuu to end up going to the Monster Lounge from time to time just to catch up with Azul, make sure he's not doing anything suspicious, and get something to eat. The usual.

KALIM. LOVES. YUUMOM/DAD. Yuu can barely keep up with all his energy, but it's contagious.

Jamil will have to get Kalim to tone down the intensity a few notches for the sake of Yuu's blood pressure, especially if he wants to surprise them with a magic carpet ride. they liked it! they swears! Just let them know next time!

they are also a great source of comfort after Jamil's Overplot. Let's just say that with their help, Kalim is trying to learn a few things about social norms.

Have you seen that typical mom/dad style of dress? Mothers in plain/patterned blouses and fathers in knee-length pants? Yep, that's Yuumom/dad. And Vil won't STAND IT. Practically their first interaction is picking out a new wardrobe for them. IT BURNS HIS EYES--

Aside from that, I can see Vil being genuinely flustered when Yuu criticizes his behavior, whether out of habit or because, well, parents are good at making points (and knowing the entertainment industry, very few adults care THAT much).

There's also the fact that Yuu's compliments are painfully sweet and genuine, like that "you're such a handsome young man!" meme, and Vil can't help but feel more arrogant than usual when Yuu compliments him like that. Parental stuff.

Idia ironically has a good relationship (within reason) with his parents, but that doesn't mean he's scared of Yuu at first, precisely because there's nothing more terrifying than seeing them angry.

He's also bothered by Yuu trying to get him out of his room so often, or by joining Ortho in bringing him food that isn't fast food. Damn it, he gets it!

He's a huge tsundere, which is why he hasn't banned them from Ignihide after all.

Malleus is definitely the one who most relies on Yuumom/dad's positive attention. Not only does this human lack fear of him, but they treats him like a normal teenager, with normal problems, even going so far as to scold him when he deserves it. What does Yuu care if he's a prince? He speaks to people with respect!

Yuu has so much power that he can make Malleus apologize by sounding arrogant, stop him from electrocuting people, or make him think about his actions, all because Malleus would rather put aside his ego than think that his new friend/father/Mother figure is angry with him :(

Thanks to this, Malleus goes to the ramshakle dorm even more often than expected, whether it's to tell Yuu something new he learned about the school's gargoyles, ask for advice on how to make friends, etc.

I like to think that this Yuu is very homesick for being around the kids, especially if they have children at home waiting for them. Which probably does something unusual: it causes the principals to unite to pressure Crowley to return home as soon as possible.

They have grown attached to Yuumom/dad, yes, but the thought that Yuu's children don't have their parent, that they are waiting for their return, that they are suffering, twists their stomachs.

Until then, They'll be in charge of protecting Yuu as much as possible until they can return home to their family!

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(ESPAÑOL)

Estoy haciendo nada en este momento, y para matar el tiempo (porque no puedo escribir pedidos desde aqui) decidi sacar esta idea de TWST que ha estado plagando mi mente.

Un Yuu que es padre/madre

y no estoy hablando de un Yuu que es padre/madre adolecente o joven, no, estoy hablando de un Yuu adulto, mayor de edad, que tiene un trabajo de AÑOS, HIJOS INCLUSO!!

Que tuvo la mala suerte de ser arroyado por el caruaje negro mientras hacia algo cotidiano como sacar la basura o volver del trabajo😅

¿te imaginas las reacciones de los personajes a un señor/a adulto apareciendo de la nada en la ceremonia de ingreso? nisiquiera alguien del Staff, solo un humano sin magia cualquiera que de la nada esta rodeado de chicos adolescentes (de la edad de sus hijos casi).

probablemente un Yuu adulto pueda "hacerse entender" mejor con Crowley que un Yuu menor de edad, ya que entienden la gravedad de la situación y sus derechos civiles basicos, sobretodo como negociar. claro, no significa que el dormitorio destartalado este impecable, pero al menos es arreglado mas rapido que en el canon.

¡AY DIOS, GRIM! una parte de mi cree que Grim tendria entre mas paciencia/respeto por un Yuu adulto, y la otra parte sabe que eso es una mentira absoluta. aunque por lo menos Grim parece tener mas confianza en esta nueva figura materna/paterna en su vida.

¿viste como se pone Inosuke cuando Tanjiro es amigable con el? ese es Grim cada vez que YuuMom/Dad le dicen algo maternal/paternal o es amigable/paciente con el.

Ace sigue siendo una pequeña mierda al principio, obviamente, pero creo que se ablanda rapido igual que en el canon. DEUCE, por otro lado, es blando casi de inmediato, Yuu le recuerda tanto a su madre que no es nisiquiera divertido, si creias que estos dos eran protectores con el Yuu normal, prepárate, este es su PADRE/MADRE AHORA, Y SOLO ELLOS LE FALTAN EL RESPETO>:(

Las relaciones con los otros lideres de dormitorio serian igual de graciososas y/o tiernas.

Riddle DEFINITIVAMENTE es quien mas necesita a un Yuumom/Dad en su vida. Aun si probablemente su primera interaccion fue fatal (ningun padre ESPECIALMENTE JAPONES soportaria los berrinches de Riddle), en la actualidad puedo ver a Riddle naturalmente atraido hacia ellos.

este chico necesita una figura paterna/materna que le haga entender que cometer errores es una forma de aprender ¡y Yuumom/dad ayudan a hacer el aprendizaje divertido! como la familia Robinson.

tambien me da vibras de que Riddle le gustaria saber las bases del trabajo original de Yuu(especialmente si trabajan de algo como medico o abogado) y termina siendo algo de doble via, con Riddle aprendiendo del mundo de Yuu y ellos de Twisted Wonderland.

Leona, otro que necesita alguien que lo reconozca como su propia persona y no como un estorbo o la versión inferior de su hermano. obviamente es de los que mas cuesta tener una relación positiva, pero no imposible. especialmente después del libro 3. donde Leona ve a Yuu con una luz mas respetuosa en vez de fastidiosa.

hacen las tipicas cosas que uno pensaria de un padre-hijo, como cuando Yuu hace ciertas cosas como regañar a Leona por dormir demaciado, saltar clases, acomodarle el uniforme, cosas de las cuales Leona se queja pero no los detiene. es un tipo de atención positiva no muy común.

o cuando Yuu le felicita por algo en específico que NOTARON que mejoro, cuando le dejan pasearse por el dormitorio destartalado, etc. digamos que es una regla no escrita ee Savanaclaw no meterse con Yuumom/dad apartir de ahora.

Azul tambien tiene cierto truco, probablemente tuvo mas problemas con un Yuu adulto que un estudiante por, bueno, ventajas de la vida (cualquier adulto sabe que los contratos hechos por menores no son validos---) termina teniendole una mezcla entre miedo y respeto.

afortunadamente tambien hay cierto punto suave por Yuu, especialmente por su edad y actitud paternal/maternal. probablemente le recuerda a su mamá-

por lo mismo, no es raro que Yuu termine yendo al Monstee Louge de vez en cuando simplemente a ponerse al dia con Azul, asegurar que no este haciendo nada sospechoso y comer algo. lo normal.

KALIM. AMA. A. YUUMOM/DAD. Yuu apenas puede mantenerse al dia con toda su energia, pero es contagioso.

Jamil tendra que hacer que Kalim le baje un par de rajitas a su intensidad por el bien de la presión arterial de Yuu, especialmente si quiere llevarlos de sorpresa a un viaje de alfombra magica ¡le gusto!¡lo jura!¡solo avisa la proxima vez!

tambien es una gran fuente de consuelo después del Overplot de Jamil, digamos que con su ayuda Kalim esta tratando de aprender algunas cosas sobre las normas sociales.

¿viste ese estilo tipico de los padres de vestir? madres con bluzas planas/de patrones y padres con pantalones hasta la rodilla? sip, ese es Yuumom/dad. y Vil no LO SOPORTARA. prácticamente su primera interacción es elejirle un nuevo guardarropa. LE QUEMA LOS OJOS--

Aparte de eso, puedo ver a Vil genuinamente aturdido cuando Yuu critica sus actitudes, ya sea por costumbre o porque bueno, los padres son buenos haciendo puntos (y conociendo la industria del entretenimiento, muy pocos adultos les importa TANTO).

tambien esta el aspecto que los cumplidos de Yuu son dolorosamente dulces y genuinos, como ese meme de "youre such a Handsome young man!" y Vil no puede evitar sentirse mas arrogante de lo normal cuando Yuu lo halaga asi. cosas de padres.

Idia irónicamente tiene una buena relación (dentro de lo que cabe) con sus padres, pero eso no quita que Yuu al principio le es mucho miedo, justamente porque no hay nada mas aterrador que verle enojado.

tambien le molesta que Yuu trate de sacarlo de su cuarto tan seguido, o que se sume a Ortho en traerle comida que no sea comida rapida ¡ya entendio maldita sea!

es un gran Tsundere, por eso mismo no les ha prohibido la entrada a Ignihide después de todo.

Malleus definitivamente es quien mas se apega a la atención positiva de Yuumom/dad, no solo este humano carece de miedo hacia el, sino que lo trata como si fuera un adolescente normal, con problemas normales, incluso llegando tan lejos como para regañarlo cuando se lo merece ¿que le importa a Yuu si es un príncipe? ¡a la gente le habla con respeto!

Yuu tiene tanto poder que puede hacer que Malleus se disculpe al sonar arrogante, evitar que electrocute a la gente, o hacer que piense en sus acciones, todo porque Malleus prefiere mil veces dejar de lado si ego que pensar que su nuevo amigo/figura paternal esta enojada con el :(

gracias a esto, Malleus va aun mas seguido de lo esperado al dormitorio destartalado, ya sea para contarle a Yuu algo nuevo que aprendio sobre las gargolas de la escuela, pedir consejos sobre como hacer amigos, etc.

me gusta pensar que este Yuu tiene mucha nostalgia al estar rodeado de los chicos, especialmente si tienen hijos en casa esperandolos. lo que probablemente hace algo insolito, causa que los rectores se unisen para presionar en conjunto s Crowley para que vuelvan a casa lo mas pronto posible.

ellos han aprendido a encariñarse con Yuumom/dad, si, pero pensar que sus hijos no tienen a su padre, que estan sufriendo, les retuerce el estomago.

hasta entonces, se encargaran de proteger a Yuu lo mas posible hasta que puedan regresar a su casa con su familia!

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

Let me know if you want me to share any more ideas I have for Yuus!

[windyremedy]

title: i’m gonna marry her anyway 💍💥

tags: swearing, fluff, silly, protective dad, timeskip, childhood friend reader

Bakugou wasn’t the type to befriend people, if anything others stuck to him even when he shouts and sneers at them to go away. Yet there was one girl from pre school that remained by his side, one that didn’t annoy him as much as the rest, one that respected his space when he needed it, one that wore a damned smile that buckled his knees weak, and that girl was you.

The two of you grew up in the same neighborhood for the most part. He remembers the time you moved in being something he didn’t really care about on the inside and…well..he showed it on the outside too. Leaving a not so great impression on your parents, namely your father, when his parents came to greet the new family settling in the town. That moment marked the start of Bakugou’s troubles in the future.

Throughout the years you weren’t exactly the best of friends but somehow you two always seemed to end up near each other like magnets. One time there was a school event where it was a requirement for students to pair up and since you were already around each other he just dragged you to team with him. Better you than one of the other cluster of dummies.

“Oi, c’mere.”

Were the words he spoke and you listened without complaint. Heck you even grinned when he called you over. Flustered he tried to remain steady in his emotions, he didn’t like not being in control of his feelings and you just break it without even knowing. So to get it done and over before you see his reddened face he pulled you to run faster in the three legged race. Not being the most gentle during it and the audience in the stands might’ve pointed for passion but your father noticed something else, something brewing and it’s safe to say he was not a fan of it and that he was also right in his assumption.

When Bakugou finally asked you to be his girlfriend during your third year in middle school. The relationship was kept on the down low. With no one knowing a thing that was happening between you two. The sneaky glances from each other’s desk was quick enough for no one to notice. The kisses under the bleachers and the hand holding during bus rides.

Really it was all going very well, too well in fact. So of course when you two were making out in your bed. After Bakugou sneaked in through the window to your room, due to probably rushing for time finally alone together, your father had caught you red handed as the door was not locked properly. Dropping the plate of fruits he had cut for his sweet angel and there a devil was tainting her! He didn’t come for a while after that.

Anyway as years passed you two were still a couple much to the dismay of your father. Your mother on the other hand didn’t think he was too bad. His reputation with her grew when he’d help cook in the kitchen during the time he’d come over for dinner. He also was so so gentle with you she noticed, opening doors and holding your seat out. In her eyes he was perfect for you! 100/10!

So when the time ultimately rolls around he gathered the courage to ask your parents for their blessing.

“No.”

“Oh stop it. Don’t listen to him Katsuki.”

Now obviously It was an immediate no from your dad but at least your mom was super supportive of it. Telling him to not listen to your old man and while sure he could have gone ahead and went through with it after that but he still wanted to get your dad’s approval. If he’s gonna be your husband he’s gotta do his due diligence to ensure not just your relationship with him is great but also your parents.

Time and time again he asked for so long. Some with prepared speeches, others on the spot feelings which were really difficult for him to say. He did it anyway for you but he hadn’t gotten it and he would’ve tried more times if not for you finding the ring underneath the bed when you were cleaning your shared bedroom.

By the time your wedding rolled around nothing was more important than you anymore. Bakugou didn’t care if your father liked him for you, he loved you and that was it. If he didn’t see that then so be it.

Standing in front of you at the altar, seeing you in the dress of your dreams, the girl he once thought was slightly less annoying was now the person he cared for most. He hated being weak more than anything in his life but you're the one person he didn’t mind being weak to. Still being able to render him speechless with your existence alone.

He didn’t even know what he did to deserve you and for a quick moment he thought about how easy your father would’ve answered. But when he looked in the crowd after your shared kiss. He saw it, the approval with your father nodding at him with a defeated but accepting expression as you wrapped your arms at his side, smiling at him, with the look of love.

He did it.

TwitTwit

firecrackernews: CONGRATS TO THE NEWLY WEDDED COUPLE!! *pictures from the small private wedding from a family friend’s instagram*

— endox81_: wtf he has a gf

— icyp0t: correction he has wife now

— baller4life: ngl childhood friends to lovers is my trope

— xplosionmite: what if I just die? HUH???? WHAT ABOUT MEEEEEEEE

— re1leenut: CUTIES 😚😚😚💕

— candyyumm: nah your man is gone

— katsuismyhub: fck my life

— redriotofficial_: IT WAS SO MANLY!! CONGRATULATIONS TO THE BAKUGOU’S!!!!

— ty.diaryc: ariana what are you doing here? 🤨

— bruntdynam: that’s his best bro

— mizriot: @reddriotofficial_ I WANT YOUR BABIES ‼️

inspo: “I’m gonna marry her anyway, marry that girl, marry her anyway, marry that girl, no matter what they say.” — MAGIC! Rude

©windyremedy

[74thcookie]

CondensedMilkAU

The condense milk is stuck in my head but I imagine this goes is mini arcs and we’re just in the BlueberryMilk Arc

This AU I’m pretty sure others already had a similar concept but this one primarily focuses on the Sage of Truth, juggling his duty as the Sage and a “mother” of two young cookies while also fighting with his burnt out from both his passion for the truth and his loneliness.

Nutshell of the Arcs:

Burnt Out

This is the beginning of SoTs crash out phase in where he left like he knows too much and is tired of answering others question. He almost fallen to the deserve for something more fun like deceit, he remember Truthless Recluse and what he became. He then tries to take a break from being a Sage and files for leave, his wise enough that rest is essential even if they’re immortal.

Escapism

He uses his “leave” to observe ordinary peoples life is like, he begins to envy their easy life. He then question himself if it really is easy, if their life really is easy as he proclaimed so he had an idea

Eyes of a liar

He disguises himself as a regular blueberry cookie with a simple back story. He struggled a lot being a regular citizen while pretending to be clueless but his charms manage to make the folks familiar with him easily. He is now one with the townsfolk and is nickname as the Mommy figure due to him accidentally lecturing some people with wisdom accidentally from time to time but they think it’s just “her” kind and caring nature hitting in and not him being smart

HonestFacade

During his time as a regular blueberry cookie he stumble upon a young black sapphire cookie who is working as a shoe shiner, he and the cookie bonded over the fact they love gathering information from clients and agree “all knowledge is good knowledge”. When the Sage warm up to the young cookie he then decided to adopt him and his sister. Though initially black sapphire rejects it and had a debate with the Sage, he lost that debate and the Sage was victorious. Black Sapphire didn’t really feel bad losing but relief he finally have some help with life and he can have some free time for once.

Blueberry Milk

When SoT sees the posters from his actual town of their concern as to where their Sage went, that’s where he realized his been gone for almost a year. He cant abandon this new life he made or his duty as Sage but he scuffs thinking he can balance both of this life with magic but his body seems to feel like it’s not ready to return… yet he has to.

He returns and people celebrate his return but that’s where black sapphire also connect the dots together about his mama. He knows for a fact his mama is hiding something and she is smarter than she let on. The young cookie is good at reading people and now that it makes sense these two are the same person, he now feels not betrayed but intrigued.

He also told Candy Apple cookie because shes a simp for the Sage and she goes nuts but agrees to remain quiet about knowing the truth for the Sages sake.

The events of the HonestFacade Arc made the Sage a bit open to new questions, having the value of time in his mind and unfortunately insecurities he didn’t realize he had like “Once the kids are all grown up or..crumble of old age. Who am I going to share my life with?”. His new thoughts of eternal loneliness begins to plague his usual routines.

And thats about it. I only made this to have an excuse to draw a tired SoT or soon to be wrecked or comfort SoT. Please don’t kill me

Also bonus:

[teaboot]

You dont have to answer it. Im just kind of venting because nobody understands or listens to what im saying.

You mentioned financial abuse and women not being allowed bank accounts even though they could work. Every time someone brings this up it feels so similar to my own situation it pisses me off.

I'm a minor. I *do* have a bank account but i can only use it in a physical store and not online or anything because my darling mother thinks it's unnecessary. She says that i can just ask one of them to buy things for me. Even tho there have been times where i have to call her a million times to just buy me a train ticket to get me home. She asks if i have secrets if i want to use my money so much.

It's not about that. It's not about trust, it's not about secrets. It's about independence. Bitch, i will become an adult soon enough, will you stoll treat me the same way? It's about her trust in me. I am a prisoner as it is why does she have to rub it in. I know i'm not a person until i'm 18 i KNOW but like. I'm only living off of permissions and allowances. I can't fucking donate to palestinians because "there is no reason for that" and then i ask her to do and she says she will but DOESN'T. I couldn't buy a bknder i had to have someone else do it.

Oh, let me be clear, you ARE a person NOW. That is incredibly unfair.

If you are old enough and responsible enough to work and earn a paycheck, you’re old enough to spend your money.

I used to fight CONSTANTLY for this sort of thing. Adult responsibilities, child privileges. Do the labour, reap none of the benefits. FUCK that.

And, frankly, you ARE going to make a few dumb financial decisions at some point in your life. The IDEA is that you do it while you’re young and have your family as a safety net in case it’s too big or you fuck up TOO bad and need help- no school lunch money cause you bought games? You won’t go hungry, but you WILL pack a sandwich from home. Baby steps.

Or, what, you’re supposed to go from zero to 100 the day you move out? How the HELL are you going to just *spontaneously develop* the ability to balance a check book, budget, save, prioritize your expenses?

You absolutely have the right of it, one hundred percent. There will come a time when your mother has to let go, but what you are describing is ABSOLUTELY financial abuse and is her way of exercising control over you and denying you privacy.

I do have to ask though, how does your workplace pay you out? Is it possible to request a partial payment in cash? That way, you can have a little on hand in case you need it.

Also… I’m not sure where you live, but if you can, consider maybe stopping by that bank at some point and book in a consult with an advisor. Ask if there’s any way of locking your mother out or getting online banking together for yourself. If she’s the one handling your finances and giving you no access, I wouldn’t trust what she says in regards to what you can do without her.

And if it comes up… this isn’t just a matter of trust, it’s a matter of respect. Or, what, they think you’re stupid? They think you’re a secret drug dealer handling dirty money? What? What POSSIBLE reason could they have for keeping you from spending your own money, unless they think you’re a dumb irresponsible kid, and if that’s the truth, why let you have a job at all? Why not lock you in a tower for the rest of your life? Why let you go to school, if they’re going to be caring for you like a sickly Victorian waif forever? Or do they think you’re so fragile that making a mistake will cause you to crumble forever, like you’re not smart or determined or tough enough to survive a few monetary hiccups in life?

Sorry, Jesus, I’m angry on your behalf. My parents sucked sometimes but financial independence wasn’t something they fucked around with, that’s some feudal lord ass shit right there