#I can talk to my girlfriend every single day and it’s not a chore and we always have something to say to each other

[insanechayne]

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[ms0milk]

hashira relationship hcs !

| hashira x gn!reader (sfw)

a/n: + Muichiro is a literal child, so no i’m not diving into that one– thanks for the reqs y’all!

Tengen

he’ll charm parents

he’ll charm siblings

he’ll charm pets

Tengen’s the kind of man that makes your great grandma horny you feel me

i just know being in a relationship with this gentleman is out of the mfing galaxy

Tengen wants to comb your hair slowly in the shower no matter hOW LONG it takes

he wants to sit and talk with you for hours over delicious food

he wants to make you laugh so hard you cry

Tengen is an experience

like he’s the concierge at five star luxury hotel but the hotel is just his fucking body

If anyone was going to be that irritating mfer who always wants to wear matching outfits it’s this guy

and when he’s finished with you, you’re always just slightly too dressed up for the outing

you two are gonna be the most fuckable people at the grocery store and that’s an Uzui guarantee

and don’t get me started on your girlfriends

the Uzuis are the gift that keeps on giving

Tengen is the boyfriend that just never stops taking your picture

or bragging to anyone who’ll listen

his teammates

his boss

fucking demons– i mean anyone with ears

“They’re just, just– you know?”

“Yes, Tengen we all know.”

“Like,, picture a spring morning– probably like 76° because that’s the perfect kind of day– and there’s laughter in the dis–”

“WE KNOW TENGEN”

adoration doesn’t take time off sorry

Sanemi

one single solitary word

Clingy.

Sanemi Shinazugawa is too embarrassed to admit you’re the first person that he’s truly, fully in love with

he’s too cool for puppy love!

you don’t push him to be physical, you don’t overstep his boundaries

aagbpebepbk do you want him to be obsessed with you?? you’d better stop being so goddamn respectful of his trauma

and still he somehow shows up in the corner of every room you’re ever in

“Sanemi, do you um, need something?”

“Huh? I’m concentrating, leave me be.”

Sure he’s concentrating, but he’s also kneeling in the doorway of the living room pretending to read a book on the floor

“Um..Nemi, I can weed the garden on my own.”

He’s squatting next to you, handing you the tools he thinks you’ll need before you can reach for them

“You’re too slow, this is faster.”

Right, of course.

“Are you sure you don’t need to talk about something?”

Your bathroom isn’t even big enough for two people to brush their teeth at the sink side by side like this

“You said my morning breath was smelly, make up your mind– y’not want me to fix it?”

This..is simply not what you meant

Sanemi also prides himself in his masculinity!

He’s carrying groceries

He’s taking out the trash

Massaging that spot on your back that’s always tight for some reason

He’s tending to the yard

Defending you from the sputtering cooking oil at dinner time!

but not because he’s obsessed with you or anything oh god no

Rengoku

my knees fold backwards from how weak he makes me

Rengoku writes you love letters

pride & prejudice levels of longing

letters you gotta take breaks from while reading or you’ll just implode

when you’re both too busy with work to see each other as often as you’d like, he knows this is the fastest way to feel close to you again

y/n wrote these thoughts with their own hands

he could stare at the page and run his fingers over the lettering without reading a single word, just lost in imagining what the world around you looked like while you were writing this to him

Rengoku is also an excellent houseguest

no clumsily broken dishes, not a pillow out of place, not even a single heavy footstep

and oh my lord

does he do chores like a champ

he knows you have a busy work day ahead of you?

that laundry’s going to be washed, folded, and dried before you get home

you’re not feeling well?

the bathroom is clean, the kitchen is stocked, there’s fresh cut flowers in your bedroom

you’re recovering from a mission?

househusband activate

he’s strapping on his haori and BLASTING the house into perfect working order

the only downside is that this man cannot cook to save his life

it’s Rengoku’s dream to take you home with him and introduce you to his brother

to stop you from assaulting his father

to visit his mother’s grave together

he just KNOWS you’re what he’s always been looking for

and that anyone who loves him, will love you even more

Obanai

the definition of fangirl behavior

this is the man that’s gonna take a knee to tie your shoe in public

cuz he’s got that phat ooey gooey crush on you

Iguro’s a pretty quiet fella when there aren’t any assholes to antagonize

so this sweetheart just lives to provide for you

he likes to know you’re feeling full because you ate his cooking

he likes to see you wear the clothes he bought you while away on missions

(he never comes back from a mission empty handed, oh my god can you imagine)

similarly he likes to know you’re sound asleep because he’s the one who tired you out

even though he’s not the most flamboyant, everyone around you is just about blinded by how bright his eyes shine for you

they’re a fucking traffic hazard

they’re sending ships to their doom on the coastline in a storm

from your perspective he’s just thoughtful and loyal

like you fit together effortlessly

but to everyone looking from the outside in

they can clearly see Obanai frantically pulling all the parts of his plan together so your day goes without a hitch

i’m talking,, filling potholes in town with his own hands so you never even have to avoid a puddle

goat bf behavior

Kaburamaru is even more clingy, and likes to wind across your shoulders as you work, or snuggle in your long sleeves on rainy days

the best part of Obanai’s day is falling asleep with you knowing he spent yet another day worshiping the ground you walk on

he likes to cuddle with either one of your heads on the other’s chest because no matter which position he’s in, he gets to fall asleep listening to the sound of your hearts beating together

Mitsuri

you’re not leaving her house without lip balm, sunscreen, and a full belly

the queen of absolute pampering

Mitsuri in a relationship is simply a top tier emotional fluffer

“baby try a bite of this and tell me what it needs”

“Y/n honey hold still, you’ve got leaves in your hair”

“come to me baby, i’ll zip that up for you”

Mitsuri LOVES spending time in the garden with her apiary

and her little beekeeping hat is too goddamn cute for you not to join her

she wants to share the things that make her happy with you more than anything!

well, not more than she wants to spend hours staring at you longingly from across the dinner table

you’re shopping at markets together

learning to cook new things together

going on trips to the beach, city, and countryside together

she’s big on casual PDA

wants to walk hand in hand, or at least pinky in pinky

makes sure her feet are at least touching yours under the table when you’re out to eat

loves LOVES when you ask her to wash your back in the shower

she’s so fucking sappy she wants to fall alseep with your foreheads pressed together, hand in hand

i’m trembling as i write this oh my god she’s perfect

basically just a life of luxury and companionship

and learning the secret to how she smells so goddamn good

Shinobu

she knows one of your favorite parts about her is her voice

so she loves reading out loud to you when you both have some down time

actually, one of her favorite things to do with you is nothing at all!

chatting a bit here and there, but generally doing your own separate things together

= Shinobu’s happy place

her brain is always going a million miles a minute, so the fact that you’re more than happy to take a nap in her lab while she works is seriously soothing

it’s an insecurity of hers don’t tell anyone that her lifestyle isn’t compatible with having a partner or a family

so the fact that you’re happy to work around her chaotic schedule is more comforting to her than you can know

Shinobu isn’t big on PDA but she capital-L Loves showing you off like her trophy

to people working the stands in the market

at pillar meetings

to her patients in the infirmary

if it wasn’t so dangerous she’d take you on missions just to brag about your beauty in every village across the country

she’s also stern

and so hard on herself

so don’t forget to call her something silly a few times a day

“hey hey now Crabapple, we can’t beat the patients just because they’re irritating”

“ahoy Sunshine! look at the butterflies in the garden today!”

you’re a nice balancing force in her life

you make her feel vulnerable and brave

oh, and don’t forget to help her channel her simmering rage!

take her outside by the hand with a soft smile, hand her a dish, and just smash that shit!

“c’mon Ko! you’ve been tense all day, break something with me!”

she’ll follow you to the ends of the earth

Giyuu

touch starved sonofabitch

that and an unwavering loyalty is what he’s bringing to the table

literally just run your fingers through his hair when you wake up and he’ll be fully recharged for the next 12 hours

in all seriousness, Giyuu has always found that the people he loves the most are taken from him

so before he can even admit how much he cares for you

before he even really realizes it

you need to be patient with this poor man

the actions that mean the most to him aren’t monetary or service-based

just show up

if you say you’re going to do something, do it

you say you’re always going to be there for him?

you better prove that shit baby

it’s the very second you burst through the doors of the butterfly mansion infirmary that it fully hits him

“Tomioka! Oh my god–”

“You came.”

“I–! I– what? Of course I came! You’re injured!”

“How did you know?”

“You weren’t at your house when I went over to check! Tomioka I can’t– you said you would be careful!”

sure you’re screaming at him and throwing the nurses into a tailspin with demands of ‘more pillows’ and ‘i need a chair goddammit’

but you’re so worried about him all he can do is smile

i think the best way to love Giyuu is just so overtly is feels silly

love him loudly

and he’ll just fall in love with you right back

he’ll always invite you to join him even if it seems ridiculous

“um, no thanks. I don’t really want to go to the bathroom with you baby.”

“okay, just checking.”

cutie

“i’m going to get a glass of water, do you want to come?”

“could you just…bring me one back?”

he’s just a perfect scrungly boy who’s new to the whole, being-loved-out-loud thing

Gyomei

doesn’t ever and i mean EVER open up to people

even when you start dating

he’s the toughest goddamned nut

he’s caring sure

i mean

is there even a word for the way he cares for you?

he’ll meet you at your work to walk you home everyday

he’ll tuck you in if you fall asleep hanging out and then sleep on the bare floor beside your bed so you don’t get uncomfortable

he’ll peel those little white strings off your clementines– i mean truly he does want to take care of you

and you love the attention don’t get me wrong

but sometimes you want him to just let loose a bit!

joke around with you

so you remind him sternly one morning that you’re “not a child!” when he offers to help you get dressed

“Of course you’re not.”

“No Himejima, listen to me!”

what else would he be doing

“You don’t have to protect my feelings, I’m your equal.”

it’s a small little comment, but it’s effective

right

you’re not like the people from his past

you’re not going to trick him

you’re not going to use him

if you were, you would’ve done it already!

it takes a few weeks but he starts to smile more

starts asking for help

he even laughed when you splashed him in the bath, so hard it startled you!

he fluctuates, but overall his adventurous partner is helping him to open up slowly but surely

[lovelaetter]

please talk more about trophy wife chaewon!! u kinda did something to me with that

sugar baby turned girlfriend turned wife chaewon, no thoughts, head empty, only being a pretty thing for you :( like, genuinely, stay at home wife but without having to do chores because you have people that do that so she spends her days doing the things she likes, always comes up with new hobbies, meets her friends sometimes, goes shopping… somehow barbie girl in her barbie world.

gets so excited as the day passes and the time you get home arrives, looking expectantly at the clock. runs when she hears the front door and jumps in your arms giggling, saying she missed you soooo much… you obviously misses her too but you think it’s funny that she does the same thing every day.

if someone asks her what you do she will say “she’s rich”, she doesn’t really know what you do. you could be involved with crime and she wouldn’t know. it’s not because she doesn’t care, she does, but whenever you start explaining work things to her she goes “oh……” not a single information gets to her pretty head, you use too many professional terms and everything seems complicated and when she visits your workplace she stays in your office so she doesnt know what’s going on around her. when you notice her confusion you usually just kiss her forehead and says “nevermind, nothing to worry your pretty little head” and she’s more than happy with that!! epitome of ‘i don’t have to use my brain bc my gf is around’ ♡

needless to say she’s the most spoiled ever!! you are always gifting her things but she also has access to the money so pretty girl loves to go shopping. puts her brain on use here though, spends so much time looking for things she likes but also things she knows you will like on her too… dresses, jewelry, lingerie, she just wants to look the best for you. loves to show off the things she bought so making you sit down and watch her twirl in her new clothes is a must! it always starts off innocently, you two laughing and having fun, but the tension grows more and more because she always leaves the skimpy ones as last and you can’t hold back when she walks out in the prettiest lingerie set. tries not to but blushes with the way you look at her, standing between your legs and biting her lip before saying in the tiniest voice “i bought this for you” and, well… the set usually ends up to pieces on the floor.

she loves when you take your frustrations out on her, kind of sex that has her on all fours clutching the sheets and looking over her shoulder to ask you to go easy but all you do is grunt on her ear that she can take it :( aching hole = happy chae!

genuinely sees stars when you sit on her face, happily holding you as you move your hips, sucking your clit and moaning against your core when you pull her hair :( smiley pretty thing after you get off of her, looking at you with your juices covering her chin and going “hi ☺️” and it drives you crazy how can she be SO!!! likes if you make her deepthroat your strap too, holding her head in place as she chokes :(

gagging her with her newly bought panties and saying she’s being too loud :( pretty girl goes ‘chaewon.exe stopped working’ fr. you calling her stupid, dumb, etc always takes her to the edge too. mercilessly fucking her and laughing when you see the fucked look on her face, eyes rolling back and mouth open, gently patting her head before forcing her to look at you and saying “nothing here, just a stupid, empty headed girl for me, aren’t you chae?” and she comes instantly, nodding and saying “yesyesyes”… better if you say that it’s her pussy that does all the thinking for her, she will scream.

office sex!! what’s better than her showing at your work just to see you cause she was walking past there and missed you :( taking her on your desk, eating her out because you deserve some snack between working hours 👍 keeping her panties with you when she leaves.

and the mirror sex anon mentioned… i can’t help but think about making her wear new jewelry you just bought her and holding her between your legs in front of a mirror, you holding a vibrator to her clit and edging her, whispering about how beautiful she looks and she’s so shy because you’re both on the floor, you’re fully dressed and she’s only wearing a pair of earrings and a necklace and she can clearly see her wetness sliding down her cunt and making the floor under her wet :( but also, cause i’m a sick fuck, using the necklace on her… her shivering because it’s cold as you rub if over her nipples, gasping when you take it to her cunt and tease her hole with the pendant :(

[lucysarah-c]

Are you ready for ERWIN AND MIKE TRAINING CADETS HEADCANON EDITION?! YES?! OK, HERE WE GO!

Erwin was short, not that muscled, couldn't grow a bear for his life depending on him and was those nerd awkward kids that you think "this kid will never get pussy"

Thank god puberty hit him harder than the colossal titan to wall Maria. But he was a late boomer though, around his 17-18. Therefor, he had stretch marks on the bottom of his back because this kid like grew like crazy when his time finally came around.

Mike? he was the complete opposite, this kid was 12 and looked like 20 lmao. He was already tall like a mountain, thick like the walls, hairy like bear. He was the girlies dream as a cadet, pussy he wanted, pussy he got. He was the Reiner of his promotion, every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him.

Mike was what my mother would call "American's boyfriend", all the girls of the continent were his girlfriend at some point. He slowed down later on.

Erwin and Mike shared bunk beds and I think that at the beginning they didn't really get along. You know? Like Mike didn't pay any attention to the strategy/theory classes but was a genius on the 3DMG (Let's not forget that Mike was humanity's strongest soldier before Levi showed up). On the other hand, I feel Erwin as a kid/pre-teen kind of thing was those kinds who want to get along with the professors who do everything legal and correct until they had this magic moment where they realize they can get away with stuff. Plus, Isayama said that Erwin was in the top ten of his promotion but he wasn't that good at 3DMG. So Erwin want classes on 3DMG to get better and Mike needs to write an activity report that doesn't seem like written by a dog. When they began to work together, the friendship started.

Erwin is jealous of Mike, basically any girl he has a crush on only gets close to him to ask if Mike is available. Mike is ALWAYS asking him if he can leave the room and Erwin wants to sleep to be productive.

Let's jump when they stopped the training and carried on to the scouts, they share a bedroom. Erwin isn't a clean freak like Levi but Mike passes the limits, the new black plague grows in his bed. Erwin is always complaining he's the only one doing "all the chores, what will you do the day I decide to leave"

"You sound like my mother, Erwin"

Nile was the third one in the team and their betray to change to the MPs felt personal for the two. The three of them used to share rooms.

Ok, you remember I told you Erwin grew up all the sudden? ok, it took him awhile to get used to the attention before becoming the handsome charming smooth talker he's as a commander.

Mike would hear a girl talking to Erwin, see his clueless friend used to not being the girls attention and having to write him in a tissue from across the bar "she's flirting"

When it was Erwin's time to finally want the room for himself, Mike is a gossip little bitch. He wants to know all in return, how was it? how they did it? what they did it? which positions? This man was shameless, he would ask it in the middle of the corridor making higher-ups turn around with a smirk on their face and Erwin is a dying mess.

Each single bad idea originally was Mike and Nile the, as I told you, Erwin began to realize he could smooth out his way out of everything and oh boy. He planned the biggest scape plans and they never got caught.

It took Mike months to convince Erwin that Marie, the girl that Erwin has had a crush on for years, is finally showing interest and he's not making it up in his mind.

Definitely a toxic roommates relationship, Mike is just too laid back for Erwin in some aspects and Erwin is too obsessive for Mike. They 100% flighted way less once each got their own room lmao.

Once to make up, Mike searched for Erwin and said "It's a shame when we fight but a miracle when we fuck," being all goofy doing the regular "gay jokes between guys". Erwin looked at him completely done and said "Mike, the commander is in the bathroom he probably heard you,". The entire higher-ups of the scouts back the laughed about it from months in the meetings.

Erwin used to do kind of like "internships" to get his hands on legal and court themes more with Zachary. So when Zachary and Mike hangs out they make fun of how "cute and nerdly" Erwin used to be and how he shouldn't get cooky because they can always tell the rest. Erwin just role his eyes but he's secretly ashamed lol his modern au probably erased his teen pictures after his glow up.

Erwin isn't really good at holding alcohol but he's really good at pretending he does. Mike is all the opposite, he's better at holding it but once he's drunk he looks drunk and he acts drunk.

Mike and Nile once dared Erwin to use his "monitor" pass to go to the female barracks of the scouts, joking that he had to stay there for half an hour without getting caught by a girl. ... didn't come back in the entire night, the next morning Mike found him sneakily taking a shower and made fun of the hickey he had for weeks. Saying stuff like "I didn't know there were vampires in the female barracks "

Mike is one year and half older than Erwin, he joined with almost 14 years old the training grounds because his family had a farm and it was a rough year the one of his 12 and his family needed his help around. Good mommy boy.

[weirdcultstuff]

It’s like my skin has hardened around me now. If I focus on the bills, on my work, on lunch, on going for a walk, on watching a scary movie, on not thinking about it all, then I’m fine. I used to be hyper vigilant, couldn’t sit with my back to a door, couldn’t talk to men, had to wear this one specific hoodie and hat if I left the house. I felt strong joy often, and intense pain and shame and grief.

I’m not like that anymore. Now I’m a normal automaton. I feel good for a few hours at least, most days. Mornings are good usually, about ten am maybe? When I’m right in the thick of things at work. I’m having trouble sleeping again, I’ll wake up at midnight, then three am, then four thirty, then five. When my alarm goes off at six I’m not awake, it’s like I’m lazy and don’t want to get up but I also just don’t care that I want to stay in bed, so I don’t. I get up, get dressed, drink water, go to work.

I worry about normal things, and it is worry. I feel that anxious feeling in my chest when I think about bills, my career, fixing the car, going to the doctor. It’s like a micro dose of dread every few hours. I try not to think about it. And mostly I’m fine. I can think to myself, “my heart rate sped up, it’s probably the coffee. Just wait it out. Play a different podcast, take some breaths, it’ll pass.” And it does.

I get angry now, which is frickin weird. I have a short temper, not on the outside-I don’t act angry, I’m not mean to my coworkers or anything, but I feel anger in my head every few days when something happens that really slows me down or gets in my way, annoys me. My vision does that little skippy thing and I always want to roll my eyes at myself for being such a child about things.

And the rest of the time I’m fine. Normal. I’m not depressed. I eat my vegetables, I watch shows with my girlfriend, I go to work every single day except the weekends and on the weekends I rest and do chores around the house.

I worry about my parents now, they’re getting older. I can see it in their texts in the family chat. More health issues, more mishaps. My grandparents are getting too old, maybe I’ll never see them again? I teared up just typing that. Mostly I don’t think about them all, and that’s very intentional. I’ll sob cry if I do, and it won’t stop for a long time. It never resolves, I don’t feel better afterwards, I’ve done the therapy things and I’ve written it out and I’ve tried just crying until I wear out but those things don’t work. There’s no way to fix it, so I just don’t go there. I text them back about once a week, and that’s about it. Just send cropped photos of my life. Here’s some food I ate, here’s a picture of a tree, what’s the weather like there? (Please don’t die.)

Enough thinking about that.

Mostly I’m very normal now. It’s weird when I run into people who are Christian or one of my siblings says something super fundamentalist Christian online. It’s like, “oh yeah, people still believe that stuff. They actually believe it, it’s not just a story or a game. Weird.” And then I feel disconnected from them. I used to feel connected, like I understood where they were coming from and could relate to them even if I was somewhere else. Now I just feel somewhere else. I’m like, “that’s weird of you to praise god that you didn’t get more hurt than you just did. Also very weird to be talking seriously about having children before you’re even twenty. But okay. Couldn’t be me lol.” But like it was me once, I was like that. It just doesn’t feel like it anymore. If I go there in my mind, I probably won’t function anymore. And functioning is all there is, in the end. So I function.

I’m always functioning and it feels like each day is just a repeat. It’s fall though, time passes. Wild. Anyway, this whole post looks kind of bleak but I promise most of the time I don’t feel bleak. Most of the time I feel good, some of the time I feel anxious, every few days I get impatient over something which makes me feel angry, and occasionally I have a crying spell because I think too much about my family. That’s pretty much all that happens. And I’ve been doing a lot of listening to horror podcasts and not texting my friends back. So that’s fun.

[cowboyjen68]

Hi,

I need to have other people perspective on this matter.

I broke up recently withy girlfriend and one of the main points she blamed for when we sat and talked was that i dont call as much and i dont message as much

To give a little bit of context i work +48 hours rotating schedule and am trying to launch my writing career and hustle for extra jobs.

My mother also needs care specially during the last months so my only day off I switched to taking care of her and helping around the house.

So I did not have time to see her in the past months, and I do admit I am not a texter and I try as much to keep my self away from social media and the phone.

This off course with the schedule i had and an upcoming deadline for a writing workshop plus chores at home even our communication online and phone decreased.

I understand how this must feel for another person but I dont wish to live like this

Every time I would blame her for not supporting me for exemple not remembering that workshop or my decision to go back to school she'd say that s because we dont talk as much

Sorry for how long this is

I just to know is it a really of communication of mine that i need to improve ?

How much does couple communicate on daily basis

Is not talking to ur partner every single day not normal ?

Everyone is truly different in how much interaction they need. Two very independent people with busy lives might be happier together because they understand the reality of having almost every minute taken up by work or other commitments.

Others are fine going through circumstances which result in less communication for a short time. Many need daily and longer interaction more regularly to feel loved and stable or to build an intimate and trusting relationship.

Most of us, as time allows, enjoy at least some contact daily, even if just a few quick texts to touch base, especially if we don't live with our girlfriend. The longer and more stable a relationship, the less texting or calls are needed because a routine is established. Long distance or not cohabitating can mean more effort on digital interacting for the sake of building a connection.

It sounds like you are at a point in your life, both by choice and partially not by your choice, that your focus is not able to be on building a relationship. You are zeroed in on your career and school and toss family obligations on top of that and you just don't realistically have the time and energy to work on bonding with a woman in a romantic capacity.

If you were living together and had "quiet time" at night or at some meals daily or even weekly, texting is unnecessary. Living apart and still very much in the stages of growth and gaining trust and deeper emotions for each other is a hard time to slow contact.

It truly just sounds like the added expectations of a relationship were stressing you out as opposed to bringing you comfort and happiness. It is okay that right now you need to be about you and the things you can and can't control about your schedule.

If you find the right woman who can thrive under low contact periods then you will be less stressed when you have to take more time off of the phone or in person visits. It is also healthy and okay to not want to be in a relationship right now so you can do your things whole heartedly and not worry about the needs of girlfriend. Your lack of time won't last forever and then you can try to find someone who meets your needs and who thrives under what communication schedule you can comfortably maintain.

Getting better at communication and recognizing what your partner needs is important, but so is understanding your limits and constraints.

[heystephen]

VENT 

idk i dont really have anyone i can talk to and more than anything, i just need to put my thoughts into words as a means of catharsis and to process, i guess? ive felt so alone lately and i feel like im kind of in this one sided thing lately. my girlfriend doesnt even ask me how my day was, which seems so small and trivial but i ask her about hers every single day, and she hasnt asked me about mine in days. we talk about her day, she disappears for hours in between texts, and thats it. and its like. idk. i feel like such a cunt cuz its like, is this really the end of the world? am i really upset cuz i dont get asked how i am or how my day was? but then im like. my fucking mom tried to kill herself earlier this month, she checked into rehab last week, gf knows im struggling, my birthday is this week and i wont get to see my mom whom im really close with and im heartbroken over it and traumatized from what happened earlier this month. and it feels like my problems are something annoying to her or a burden, when she does ask about me, she dips for 4 hours suddenly. its just. sad. i reply to her instantly when she needs something and i offer emotional support for every little thing she brings up and im not getting that in return. idk. it really hurts because this is coming from somebody who used to be really warm and involved with me, who now makes me feel like a chore to acknowledge. she’ll even acknowledge that she wasnt attentive but nothing changes, its like im not important enough or dont deserve change and i dont understand. i dont understand why im so alone in this relationship now, like what did i do wrong? 

and on top of that ive been dwelling on some things she said about how dating me with my bpd is draining. i know my highs and lows make me difficult, its all i think about sometimes, but i thought i was doing so good and it felt like a punch in the gut. she said she doesnt like when i joke about my god complex, i felt really hurt because thats the only time i ever feel good about myself. 98% of the time i hate myself and i wish i was dead, when i can find it in myself to joke about being ~so superior~ its such a nice break from hating every inch of myself and everything that exists within me. its so hard for me to properly make sense of everything im feeling because the second she comes around and gives me attention, not half-assed attention but the real thing, it all goes away and i forget how i felt when i was lonely. im so happy when she has time for me, you know? im so happy when i matter to the person who matters so much to me.

[notyobabygirl]

hey Liz! i’m so glad your back :) do you have any experience dating a guy with a mom who isn’t the best person? or maybe you just could not seem to form a connection with her? i’ve been dating my bf for years and i’m still struggling to form a relationship with his mom, let alone even like her. i’m pretty certain i’m going to marry my bf.. and ideally i’ve always pictured myself having a second family when i’m married, and always assumed i would love my husband’s family. but my bf’s family is kinda broken- parents divorced and they weren’t good parents growing up, his dad lives in a diff city, his much older sister lives in a diff state, he’s not close with any of them despite living with his mom. i don’t mind that i’m not close with his dad considering i only see him a handful of times a year. but i see his mom pretty much every single day and have spent a significant amount of time with her. and for some reason have never really clicked with her. when my bf and i go do stuff with her i get along with her great, and generally i do like her! but the more time ive spent with her, the more i’ve realized she’s not a great person. she treats my bf, his sister, and her mom (who i absolutely adore) like crap most of the time for no reason. she’s one of those people who seems stressed out 24/7 and when she’s having a bad day she thinks it’s okay to take it out on people around her. whenever she’s in meetings and i’m at their house i hear her bullying/yelling at people she works with. there’s been a few times in the past where she’d be wine drunk and i’d be staying the night, she would be very catty towards me. or one time she was drunk and she heard me and my bf fighting and she kinda went off me on me saying “he’s not ready for a relationship. why are you even here? you just cause problems” it was so weird and mean. but when i told my bf about it he said “im so sorry but she only said that because she’s drunk. don’t think she meant it” but idk. other than those few times i always felt pretty lucky she seemed to like me and be a lot nicer to me than she is to most people. until the past couple days.. idk what it is but she has been extremely hostile to both me and my bf. the main reason i’m sending this in tho is something she said last night.. my bf and i got home from dinner and he went upstairs. and immediately she started yelling at him about how he forgot to load a case of water bottles into the fridge. and my bf was like “oh shit i’m sorry. i’ll do it right now” and she said back “or you know, you could make your girlfriend do something around here for once” in a super condescending voice. my jaw dropped. i was down in his room but she definitely knew that, so there’s a good chance she just didn’t care if i heard. not only was i very confused why she said that, but i’ve known this woman for years now and she couldn’t even call me by my name? “your girlfriend” just seems way more disrespectful imo. when my bf came down i was like “what was that about?” and he said “she’s drunk. just ignore her like i do” and i said “i cannot just ignore that. why did she even say that? she’s never asked me for help around the house.” since im over here almost every day and sleepover a bunch, i’ve always offered to help with chores. or if i notice one of them doing something i ask to help but they always decline. when im over here im always in my bf’s room tho, its very rare i use dishes or do anything messy but when i do i obviously always clean up after myself. idk why she hasn’t just come to me herself and said “hey can you start helping out around the house while you’re here?” instead of talking poorly to my bf about me when i have no clue it was even an issue. idk what to do, i don’t want to keep being so sweet to this lady who couldn’t care less. and i think it’s so odd that at her old age she can’t seem to communicate or handle her emotions like an adult. should i talk to her about it myself or should i just let my bf handle it?? :/

ok ok ok. that’s for sure a sticky situation and dealing with a family like that isn’t ideal. i feel like everyone wants the perfect family to come from your partner but unfortunately i feel like that’s hard to come by. what she said to you was extremely rude and so uncalled for. i think she just is that kind of person, which sucks. some people don’t care if they hurt someone’s feelings and just don’t have the kindest heart. i don’t think you have done anything wrong. if you offer here and there to do things around the house and she says no then that’s all you can do. it’s not your responsibly to be a maid in her household. wish there was a better answer but you are just gunna have to stick it out. i’m sure once your bf moves out then it will get better but for now just kill her with kindness and ignore her the best you can!

[vaginadentatas69]

A timeline of events so they’ll stop rattling around in my head:

-Around April, my cat pisses in my bed and I’m too exhausted to handle changing the sheets. I shop around for a different bed to sleep in, and find a friend who has a free bed and doesn’t mind sharing with me. We sleep together, and I go about my business the next day as normal. (I will later find out this friend was actively suicidal and had a plan to kill themself that night, something I didn’t know at the time and had I known I would not have had sex with them)

- I keep up the casual sex with my friend because we both enjoy it and find it mutually beneficial. We talk about having had feelings for each other in the past, but agree that we’re comfortable where we’re at

-Around this time I lose my health insurance and start a long bout of being unmedicated

-In June, I go on a date with a coworker to pride

-In July another friend asks me out and I accept, partially out of interest in a triad with their partner. We all three start dating.

-In August, the original friend gets cold feet about my affections going elsewhere, and wants to formalize our FWB into a relationship. We start dating after I affirm that I’m aromantic and generally make a bad boyfriend by traditional standards of relationships (not very affectionate, bad at keeping commitments, forgetfull of peoples existence, ect)

-Over the course of the relationship, I struggle to set boundaries because of my own baggage. Multiple friends bring up their discomfort with the way my partner is overly-touchy in common areas, including groping me at the dinner table during D&D. I bring this up with my partner while we’re alone and their response basically amounts to “people can tell me themselves if they’re upset”. The behavior does not improve.

-I find it emotionally exhausting to field my partner wanting to see me every single weekend while I’m unmedicated and struggling to keep up with daily maintenance chores while working 40hrs a week. Partner will ask if they can come over or if they’ll “be in my way” while I’m going about my day (because they physically block my way to demand affections before I can be released back to what I was originally doing), and will encourage me to neglect my chores to spend time with them.

-Circumstances put a wheelchair user in my home because he has nowhere else to live. It overcrowds the house, and leaves my girlfriend who’s sharing her bed to sleep on the couch. It’s not ideal for anyone because it was never supposed to be a long-term solution, but we make it work out.

-I break up with the friend who asked me out in July but maintain the relationship with our mutual partner. We agree that we work better together as friends.

-In January my coworker had raw sewage infecting their apartment and comes to stay with me for a couple days, severely overloading the house and jamming a whole stick in the operation of keeping the house livably clean. It’s a disaster for everyone.

-The beginning of March my coworker finally moves out, and takes the wheelchair user with them to a new, sewage-free living situation. This is around the same time I finally get medication again, and also decide to break up with my partner. I fumble the breakup by asking for a break instead because the relationship and the prospect of ending it were driving my anxiety haywire, and blurt out words I meant to edit into a more refined message before we talked about it in person, because I communicate better over text than talking.

-My ex has a hard time with the breakup, something I expected, but goes directly to my DMs seeking consolation and alternatives. I correct myself and assert that I meant to break up, not just ask for a break, because I don’t have the emotional capacity to be the kind of partner they want. Ex continues to bargain in my DMs and asks what they did wrong, and I try to explain as kindly as I can that we were just incompatible. Since these messages I have daily chest-pounding anxiety every time I think about them, and every time they message me.

-Ex uses a shared friend space to mourn the loss of our relationship. I hold my tongue because I expected them to need help from friends getting through this, and encourage our mutual friends to still talk to my ex so they don’t lose an entire social circle for the end of one relationship. Ex continues to stick foot in mouth until our mutual friends say something about it being crass entirely independent of my input. Ex interprets their actions as me telling our mutual friends to stop being friends with my ex.

[c4prici4-v0nlux]

Is it wrong that I do not feel like myself when I am not drunk? I know that there are a thousand and half reasons to quit drinking. I have compromised several jobs by drinking, and I've gained several jobs as a result of relations made from drinking. But that is not what I really want to talk about. I want to talk about how I won't know how to be ME.

The fullests depths of my use started after obstaining for 9 solid months. Before that I did not have an unhealthy relationship with alcohol. I would get together with friends for beverages, have a glass of wine at lunch with a girlfriend, have a cocktail while cooking dinner. Before I quit for that time, I did not wake up and take a shot every morning before beginning my chores and regular rountine.

I quit drinking, and friends, and a life outside of work, for a home with a man and I was under his thumb. When I started to drink again, it was because I felt, fuck him. Fuck his unwillingness to finacially contribute to this household. Fuck him telling me to not have friends that do drink. Fuck that my family is suspicious of him. Fuck that my remaining friends give me a look of pitty when I talk about him. Fuck being punched in areas of the body where bruises don't show, fuck having rough sex that is scary, and fuck being told that I owe it to him. Fuck. All. That.

And so I did. One secret shot of tequila at a time.

It became my secret escape.

But, after coming home at night, 12 hours accomplished, it was always, "Hi babe. Wait. What's that? You smell like alcohol", as he is actively sniffing me.

'Oh that? Oh no, no. You see,' and then I produce a bottle from my bag. 'It's just kombucha.'

"Hmmm. Are you sure? You promise you weren't drinking?"

'I promise'.

And fuck him, and fuck the system unto which I am pushed into sobriety to avoid jail. I do not fully want to do this. Half of me wants to and the other half says, fuck that, I am doing just fine.

uuuuuuggggghhhhhhh

I am going to be one of those dumb assholes.

I wake up with tea and yoga! :)

And I feel great. I don't even look at, or acknowledge the fact that the world is so beyond fucked, and I live my stupid little happy American life, and I don't think twice about the realities of our society and the world at large. I never listen to the news, it's just Disney plus, all day long. I live under the sea.

How does any single soul live in this world sober?

America is a travesty, and the world is a tragedy.

Between that salvation is the Kintsugi, gold as it seams.

There are only two types of people that can embody sobriety without begrudging it. Those who have never touched the poison, so they know nothing else, or those... ??

[inspirationjyoti]

When to say "yes" for a marriage...it was something that was very very very confusing for me.. who is my another half? Who is that special person God has selected for me? These thoughts were always into my mind since my teenage. But now after getting married, I really doubt (based on my personal experience) whether our instinct works or not in this case? Because everytime I had a crush on someone, I genuinely started thinking of that person as my man. Everytime I imagined that my instinct is pushing me towards him and my God has selected him for me. Whether talking about the crush during school, college or even after that, every single time I really thought that "he is the one". I really don't know how people on earth exactly identify their soulmate. If I were to identify, then surely I have multiple soulmates, starting from that smart guy next door, to the guy who initiated a conversation with me during my old education days. Whenever I used to hear and read love stories, I really wondered when will I get my love story. I really believe in true love, but slowly and eventually i realised that may be I am not someone who can go for love marriage. Not only due to family restrictions, but I really never missed most of my crushes once I passed out. May be it was just infatuation, or because I never gathered the courage to take a step towards that person during that phase. Those are just my school- college memories and nothing else.

When I could not really fit into the concept of love marriage (where both gets time to understand each other, love each other and decide to get married), I eagerly waited that I would feel something when I would meet my soulmate , who is going to be my husband. Whenever my relatives used to send any biodata for marriage, my family members and even my own my mind used to think about the positives. It was like, ok the guy lives alone so it's good as I could easily focus on my career. Next biodata, ok the guy lives with family so it's good as there will be relatively less burden of household chores. Next biodata, ok the guy lives in Delhi so you will be close to your parents. Next biodata, ok the guy is in another city so you will get a chance to explore that city. It was like, ok every single guy seems perfect for me. Eventually a meeting was fixed so that the two families and us ( me and my now-husband) can decide. Although I had met him during family functions, It was just a casual meeting. I didn't felt any goosebumps, or any special instinct (because that had already happened with all my crushes). Honestly telling, It was like, so he is one with whom I can roam around and chill ( with my parents consent...hehe), go on long drives, share my sorrow and happiness, and make future plans.

And now, after living with him for 1.10 years, one thing I realised ( I might be wrong), that one thing that makes the relationship work, is conversation. Whether girlfriend- boyfriend, husband- wife, or any any any other relationship on this Earth, this is my observation. Till date, I have seen many successful as well as failed relationships, and I have observed them closely. Two people are never perfect in themselves, but found that perfection in togetherness. I don't know ki actually jodiyan aasmaan me banti hai ya nahi par agar sach me aisa hai then why there are divorce, verbal and mental abuse in marriages. I remember in movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai, Shahrukh said ki hum ek baar jeete hai, ek baar marte hai, aur shadi bhi ek hi baar hoti hai. In the same movie, Shahrukh himself got married twice.

So, coming back to where I started, whenever you say "yes" to a marriage, whether it's a love or an arrange marriage, keep in mind that there is never a perfect partner, perfect marriage, perfect time or a perfect life. So it's only both the partners who can make things work for the whole of the life.

[beachbabey]

Being roommates with Steven Grant because you really think he’s able to afford a London apartment on his own working in a gift shop???

Steven Grant x gn!reader (platonic)

Word count: 908

(Steven Grant is neurodivergent, argue with the wall)

Despite being a vegan, im almost 100% sure all this man eats is chips/fries and desserts

Hates a lot of vegan food, pretty much of it has a weird texture and he just can’t eat it without wanting to open his mouth and let it fall back on his plate  

Sweet wrappers all over the coffee table 

Pls cook for him, the poor man is missing so many nutrients

Steven’s not great at reacting to emotions sometimes, but he’s trying his best!! 

“You alright love?” 

“My girlfriend broke up with me” 

“Oh……that’s a shame innit?” 

“Over the phone” 

“Oh bloody hell, a bit rude don't you think??” 

Introduces you to every single tea you can think of, loves fruit and herbal teas

Will always make you one when he’s making one himself. Doesn’t matter what you’re doing, he’s finding your mug and making you one, it’s just second nature to him 

Can't close cupboards, 

Simply can't, he tries, he really does! 

The amount of times you’ve hit your head on the corners of the doors is well into the thousands at this point 

You’ll be in the middle of a phone call in the kitchen whilst steven is making lunch, turn around and then WHAM you’re on your ass 

Asks you to lock your door when you sleep, for yours and his sake, he’s so scared that with his ‘sleeping disorder’ he’s gonna somehow harm you 

But somehow sleeps worse if he knows you’re not at home 

Gets a little anxious if you’re staying over at a friend's place or going somewhere for a few days 

He can get so lonely if you’re gone for a while and dives even deeper into reading and disassociates even more than usual

you guys probably spend the holidays together and it's so peaceful and quiet

steven doesn't strike me as someone who's very festive but he'll still stay up for new years with you and crack open a bottle of wine and wish you a happy new year as the fireworks go off

Affectionate but hesitant about it, in the beginning, he’d stay a couple feet away from you if he could help it 

You thought he hated you for a long while 

Turns out he’s just a little shy and not aware of where your personal space/physical boundaries are and thought it'd be better to be safe than sorry 

if you’re a cuddly kind of person he’ll come home from work and slump on you 

You’ll be standing in the bathroom and he’ll find you and just throw his arms around you and mush his face into your shoulders 

constantly leans on you

his head's resting on your back or the top of your head

he always leans against you when you guys are sitting on the sofa

With the whole “laters gators” thing??? 

Yeah you both fight to get the last word 

It gets like stupidly long 

“Laters gators” 

“In a while crocodile!” 

“Bye-bye, butterfly” 

“Gotta go buffalo”

“Toodeloo kangaroo!” 

“........Steven get out, you’re gonna be late” 

“Yeah alright! Alright! Laters-” 

“Steven! Out now!” 

Visit him at work and his eyes will brighten up so much, smiles for the first time since leaving the house 

“Hiya you! What are you doing here?” 

Can’t talk for too long or Donna’s gonna find some sort of punishment for him slacking off 

The only reason the flat is clean is because of you 

Steven thinks of it as “well nobody ever comes over so why does it need to be spotless?” 

Either forgets to do his chores

Or forgets which chores were actually his to do and in a panic, does all of them 

You come back home after a crappy day to a completely spotless flat, books stacked neatly on windowsills and on top of Gus’ tank, papers actually underneath his pyramid paperweight, dishes cleaned and put away

He’s so sweet anxious all of the time

Almost crying, choking out a “can i hug you?” 

To which he confusedly nods to and holds his arms out to you 

Slowly wraps his arms around your shoulders and lets you sigh heavily into him before he asks if a cup of tea and a chat would help

reading together on the sofa, your legs across his lap and his forearms on your shins

or vice versa

Watching history documentaries at 2am with his head in your lap and your hands absentmindedly running through his curls, both of your heads drooping but too interested in the show to call it quits, he ends up ranting about his day, asking for your opinions on things until the slow motions of your hand slur his speech until  he’s mumbling so much you can’t make out a single word 

“Steve? You awake? You gotta get to bed” 

“Mhmmm m’gonna, s’no worry love, no worry…..” 

If you ever don’t have the money to cover your half of the bills, you don’t even have to ask, Steven will cover you for as long as he can with his shitty minimum wage job and won’t think twice about it

Three words:

Steven 

Just Dance 

He tries to do the rasputin squat kicks and falls on his ass, then whines if you laugh at him

"yeah yeah, laugh away, you evil little bugger, my poor arse!"

Overall he’s a good guy and although he’s scatterbrained a lot of the time, he’s the sweetest roommate you could ever ask for

[encanto-imagines]

Camilo’s Birthday Gift

The OC here is my own from a longer series I’m planning. You can read whatever I have planned in my Masterlist under “Ramirez…”!

Camilo has planned to make something amazing for his girlfriend’s birthday. However, his plans keep getting interrupted by his chores and time is running out.

Camilo has been working on his Sofia’s gift for a good week! His fingers ached and his eyes drooped every night he stayed up but nothing that couldn’t be fixed by his tia’s arepas.

At least, until his chores started piling up.

Suddenly it seemed like every single person in town needed his help - more babysitting, party decorating, people replacing and more of his daily chores. Even Antonio was too busy training his animals to play with his older brother!

The few minutes he was free, he tried to meet with Sofia. She saw him transform nearly every hour and he waved off her concerned questions every time.

Yet every time Camilo went back to his room, he had to force himself to look away from his half-done gift hidden under his bed. Every time, he was telling himself there would be time tomorrow as his head landed on his pillow.

Now he had only a few days left, and so much more he needs to do to finish his gift. His mind was buzzing - torn between just buying another gift, and staying up even later to finish. When was the last time he slept on time? Or even spent more than a few minutes with his vida?

Camilo was so so tired - of his chores, of the people who insist on him transforming to their whims, of the very little time he had to spend with his family. What’s the use of his gift if he can’t make the people he truly cared about happy? Before he knew it, Camilo had worried the afternoon away and it was nearly time for dinner.

All his frustration and sadness at not being able to finish his gift ended up at the next person to knock on his door. He rarely got upset, being the “happiest and goofiest Madrigal” after all. But for once-

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” He yelled at the door, cramming his face into his pillow as he screamed in sheer frustration. In a split second, his body turned numb at hearing the voice at his door.

“Cami? Pepa wanted me to tell you it’s time for dinner.” Oh no. Oh no no no. Not her. He just screamed for the first time at the girl he likes the most. Camilo scrambled to get up, almost tripping over the pillow he flung and ripping the door open. It was her.

All he saw was the hurt confusion on her face, and his mind just blanked. He tried to speak, instead transforming quickly into some of the villagers, then Antonio, before he returned to himself with a killer headache.

“Cami, I’m here. I got you. It’s going to be okay.” Her voice murmured and he could finally take a breath. He realised he was in her arms, her body gently warming his in a firm embrace. He finally sniffed and wrapped his arms tightly around her, murmuring apologies over and over.

“Do you still need time alone? Dolores probably heard us already, so I might be able to convince Alma to let us eat in your room.” He nodded, reluctantly letting her go. She gently wiped his cheeks with her thumbs, smiling warmly at him.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes with our food.”

Camilo let her in after he nudged his secret gift further under his bed, staying quiet until a plate stacked high with his favourites was placed next to him. He ate quietly with her, appreciating the silence and her side pressing against his. Reminding him that he was not alone.

When he finally talked, he gradually started sounding like his mother’s overthinking. He told Sofia about his frustration, how he never seemed to have enough time, how everyone was telling him what to do, and how he just wanted to be just Camilo for once. Things he only told her and his parents - but he was so much more upset now after having to do so many chores nearing a special date.

Sofia just listened, holding his hand when he started clenching and unclenching his fists until his nails dug into his palms. She rubbed her thumb in circles on the back of his hand, silently telling him she was there. By the time he finished ranting, he felt mentally drained and was leaning against her with his head on her shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me Camilo.” And just like that, Camilo felt heard. The guilt and frustration in him seemed to melt away as she told him, like every other time he needed to hear, that he was enough and he did everything her could. That he is entitled to have the time to be himself, and that he should never be guilty for it.

When he was finally ready to leave his room, he let Sofia bring him to his mother’s room. For a moment, he felt bad that he didn’t spend as much time as he could have with his girlfriend. She simply smiled and cupped his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to it and whispering a “See you tomorrow.”

Once Sofia left, Camilo saw Pepa’s cloud flitting between a rainbow and a drizzle. All he could do was hug her tightly and cry. Pepa and Felix listened to him, and after he revealed why he was taking so long with his gift, Felix suggested a brilliant idea.

The next day, Abuela allowed Camilo the day off and Camilo got to work. He was knocking on all his cousins’ and sibling’s doors. They were more than happy to help him once they heard about the gift he had planned.

The delight in Sofia’s face made Camilo’s week worth the wait and effort. A ruana made in the same golden fabric as his, but made even more special with the efforts of his family.

Dolores had gotten Mariano to write a poetic one-liner, and Mirabel embroided it along the edges of the fabric. Isabela made Sofia’s favourite plants to soak the ruana in their scent. Luisa had called in a few favours with the villagers to help - coming up with fireworks, paints and even a date at Sofia’s favourite bakery. Antonio had his animals distract play with Sofia and Mateo before her surprise birthday party at the Casita, and welcomed her family with a majestic bird performance.

For most of his childhood and pre-teen years, Camilo felt that he had to help everyone by being someone else. He forgot that he too needed help sometimes, and he is grateful that the people closest to him sees him as Camilo - the sensitive and kind teenaged boy who happens to have shape-shifting powers.

[themadearl]

What it’s like to attract the attention of an eel:

1. He stares at you. A lot.

Even without turning her back, Yuu could feel the stare of a certain senior on her. Thinking back to the days before, it’s not as if she did something to Floyd right? A nudge from Ace brings her attention back.

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to do something about it? It’s kinda hard for me and Deuce to keep eating ya know.”

“You say that as if I know what to do about it.”

2. He hugs you. 

Yuu is starting to feel her back getting sore from the endless attacks from Floyd. She would be walking down the hallway and suddenly have someone jump at her from behind. It’s a miracle she hadn’t just collapse under the weight of Floyd. 

“Floyd-senpai.”

“What is it, shrimpy~”

“Can you stop hugging me from behind?”

“Can’t hear you~”

3. He brings food for you.

In front of Yuu is a table full of different cuisines ranging from western foods to the eastern foods that Yuu is more familiar with. Looking up is Floyd who is sitting right in front of her with a smile that showed way too much teeth for her comfort.  

“Uh, thanks Floyd-senpai.”

“Aw, it’s nothing, eat lots and lots shrimpy~ I made all these for you.”

“. . but I can’t finish-”

“You’ll finish everything right? Since I made them for you?”

“. yes, Floyd-senpai.”

4. He buys you gifts.

Yuu is unsure of how she should feel about the book in front of her. This was a book she wanted that talked about unsolved mysteries in twisted wonderland. It was listed on a catalogue but she couldn’t get it since it was out of her budget. Come to think about it, Yuu might have talked about it out loud before? Anyway, what’s weird is that Floyd knew about it and gave it to her.

“I really appreciate the thought, but I can’t keep taking gifts from you.”

“Eh~ But shrimpy wanted it right? So I got it for you!”

“But you’ve given me so many gifts before and this must have been expensive.”

“If you don’t take it, I’m gonna throw it away~”

“Eh!?”

5. He gets jealous of other people.

As the only girl in Night Raven College, it makes sense that Yuu would have receive love confessions from other students. Usually Yuu would just turn them down politely but things seems to go differently when Floyd enters the fray. This is the first time Yuu has ever seen Floyd so angry and she’s not even sure why. Floyd has already pulled the student by the collar and was saying something she can’t understand. The student bolted the moment Floyd let go of his shirt.

“Floyd-senpai . . ?”

“Shrimpy, don’t accept confessions from anyone okay?”

“I wasn’t planning to anyway.”

“Good girl~”

“Thanks?”

6. He confesses to you.

It was just a normal day, no extravagant decorations, no flowers blooming at the background. Just a normal day where Yuu rested her tired feet under a nice tree. The temperature was just nice and warm, just the time to take a nice little nap. Well, it would have been better if there wasn’t a noise around.

“. . . shrimpy . . why don’t you like me?”

“Even though I like you so much~”

“And I cook for you, give you gifts, Azul told me that girls like that kind of things.”

“So why haven’t you fallen in love with me yet?”

And as fate would have it, Yuu heard every single word of it.

7. He bites you. 

Yuu has bumped into three different people on the hallway on the very day Floyd said some explosive things to her while she was trying to nap. Fate seems to hate her when Yuu once again bumps into another person, but this time she bumps into Floyd. 

“Look who I caught, it’s shrimpy~”

“Hi Floyd-senpai, sorryigottago-”

“Aren’t you going to apologize for bumping into me first?”

“I’m really sorry, how could I make this up to you?”

“Thenn, I want shrimpy to be my girlfriend.”

“what.”

“It’s a deal then~”

And he bites her lips. In front of everyone in the hallway. 

8. He sings for you.

The fact that Floyd was a merman probably should have ticked Yuu off on how him singing for her was a big deal. It happened when Floyd brought her to the ocean on his back and after setting her on a nearby rock, he started to sing. There wasn’t any words Yuu could make out, being more of a mix of sounds and tones. The only thing Yuu could tell was that Floyd was singing some sort of love song.

“Shrimpy, did you understand what I was singing?”

“A love song?”

“Close~ It’s a mating song ♡ “

“What!?”

“Yeap, but it’s traditional to sing it to your lover. It’s said that merpeople only sing this song to one person in their whole life~” 

9. He proposes to you.

Getting married was unthought of when Yuu was dropped into a different world but after years of staying in twisted wonderland, the thought of settling down doesn’t seem bad. It’s suffice to say that Yuu was still greatly surprised when Floyd proposed to her. There wasn’t a big bouquet, a crowd cheering behind them, it was quiet just as the day Floyd confessed to her. Yuu had woken up from a nap in Floyd’s room but was not fully awake. Floyd strolls in and takes her hand and slips a ring into her ring finger. There’s a turquoise-colored jewel embedded in the middle.

“. . what’s this?”

“Our engagement ring, shrimpy.”

“Who’s getting engaged?”

“Who else? Of course it’s me and shrimpy~”

“Huh?”

10. He takes care of you.

Life with Floyd doesn’t seem so weird as Yuu would have thought. Even if Floyd’s not a very organized person, he is pretty good at house chores. The best thing about living together is the Floyd’s cooking. Yuu almost cried tears of happiness the moment she had Japanese food cooked by Floyd who managed to recreate it by having descriptions and some messy drawings.

“Is it good?”

“Yes, it’s amazing. It even taste better than I remember it to be!”

“Uwa, shrimpy complimented me~”

“I love you so much.”

“Love you too, shrimpy.”

[honeymilkk00]

Haikyuu Boys: You Flinch

yooooo so my first post on tumblr,,, kinda scary but here goes nothing. if the characters are too ooc i apologise but it’s because this is my first time writing a haikyuu one shot. also i’m fucking obsessed with angst to comfort hmu with some good ones (hopefully i haven’t read them). also pleaseeeee this isn’t an attack on the reader, you all are so fucking gorgeous. i’m trying to write this angst with my personal insecurities in mind so it can be more realistic. remember to drink water and eat 3 meals a day.

characters:

-tanaka

-ushijima

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Tanaka

Recently, you had noticed a strain in your and Tanaka’s relationship. Of course, you were always pretty self-conscious in the relationship- he always hung out with Kiyoko when he went to practise and spoke about her like she was a goddess.

That didn’t mean you didn’t like Kiyoko. In fact, you looked up to her a lot, heeding her advice every time she spoke to you. But, who wouldn’t be insecure? Kiyoko was everything you were not. She was smart, she was pretty, she was organised, and she had a great personality to go with it. Sometimes, you’d sit thinking that maybe Tanaka would be happier with her. 

And today was one of those days. It was lunch and, as usual, Tanaka was at practise. You didn’t mind and grew pretty accustomed to it, often sitting to the side of the sports hall, watching and cheering. You were happy that your boyfriend had such a deep interest in something. 

As you sat next to the coach, taking small bites out of an apple, you noticed Tanaka’s wondering gaze. Following his eyes, you frowned slightly when you noticed him staring at Kiyoko with a small blush on his face. An uneasy feeling in your gut made you stop eating, just watching. When Tanaka walked over to her and tucked her hair behind her ear after helping her pick up spare balls, you felt bile rise in your throat. Suffocating. It felt like suffocating as you watched your boyfriend touch and blush around your friend whilst right in front of you. 

Biting your lip nervously, you packed away your lunch and stood up. There was still 10 minutes left of lunch. If Tanaka asked, you could’ve dismissed it as simply wanting to get to class early. Nodding to Coach Ukai and Daichi, you swiftly exited the sports hall and walked to your next lesson.

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Somehow, you had avoided Tanaka for the rest of the day. You knew you were probably overreacting, but the way he looked at her with such a loving gaze made you feel sick. He didn’t even look at you with that much compassion, and you were his girlfriend. 

So, you slung your backpack over your shoulders and made your way home. Normally, you would walk with your boyfriend, but not today. It was silent without Tanaka making small comments here and there and laughing. Insecure thoughts filled your mind, and, with no one to distract you from them, you listened.

You listened to every single thought that crossed your mind.

Why were you not pretty enough?

Why did Tanaka love Kiyoko more than he loved you?

Why were you so petty?

Why were you running away instead of talking to him?

Why were you not good enough?

You swallowed the bile that slowly rose in your throat and looked down at your hands that clenched together.

Just get over it. You can’t be better than her. 

A hand placed on your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. Swiftly, you head diverted to look at whoever touched you right in the eyes. 

Shit.

“Hey, you’ve been ignoring me since lunch. Did something happen? Why are you walking home without me?” Tanaka let go of your shoulder and raised a curious brow at you.

You weren’t ready to talk to him yet.

Forcing a smile, you looked down at your hands instead of his gaze-his piercing gaze that left you weak and helpless. “Nothing is wrong,” you started, pausing for a second to recollect your thoughts. “I just wanted to get to class quickly after lunch... And I was walking home by myself because I have a lot of homework to do.” You lied smoothly, but of course, Tanaka saw through it.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Tanaka sighed and tilted his head, “are you going to tell your boyfriend the truth or continue to lie straight to my face? We’re partners- a team- you’re meant to trust me and communicate. Wasn’t it you who said that was important?” His voice gradually got louder with every sentence, his patience wearing thin. 

You looked back at him and opened your mouth, before closing it. Of course, trust and communication is key in relationships but... Your eyes glanced up at Tanaka. Opening your mouth again, you spoke, “It’s just...” You started and licked your lips, taking a deep breath, “You seem to be close with Kiyoko. Very close..” You whispered the last bit, but he still caught it. 

Clenching his fists, Tanaka frowned, “well excuse me, but she’s been my friend longer than I’ve dated you. I don’t see why it’s an issues now.” His voice was firm and loud, making you shrink into yourself.

“I get that, I do. But you can’t just get all close like blushing and tucking her hair behind her ear when you’re in a relationship.” You tried to reason with him. Yes, you know they were friends longer than you and Tanaka had been in a relationship and you respected that. That was why you never mentioned anything before. 

Tanaka made a ‘tch’ sound and took in a deep breath, glaring down at you. Like this, he looked like an alpha- strong, in charge, dominant. In normal circumstances, you might’ve blushed or even squirmed, but in this situation, all you felt was your fight or flight impulse going crazy. “Well I’m sorry, but just because you’re insecure about yourself doesn’t mean you can be a selfish bitch! Grow up (Y/n)!”

That was what made you snap.

“Excuse me!? Tanaka, you told me to communicate and so I did, but when I do my opinions and feelings are immediately shut down!? I’m not saying you can’t be friends with Kiyoko! You can! Just please don’t keep touching her intimately because it makes me think you’d rather be with her!” You shouted back.

Letting out a deep growl, Tanaka leaned over you with a menacing glare and quickly lifted his hand, which made you flinch violently and close your eyes tightly, lifting you arms to shield yourself. 

Snapping out of his rage, Tanaka’s eyes widened.

You flinched. You flinched at him.

Did you seriously think he was going to hit you? 

Taking a shaky breath, he gently placed a hand on your cheek, which made you flinch more and slowly open your eyes to look into his. Your eyes held nothing but pure fear. You couldn’t help it- Tanaka was big, strong and intimidating. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

“Please don’t look at me like that, baby.. I’m sorry.. I’ll never hit you.” Tanaka whispered softly and pulled you in for a gentle hug. “I’m so sorry I scared you like that..” He murmured lightly.

Shakily, you took a breath, letting your tears slip down your cheeks. “Ngh.. ‘M sorry I annoyed you Tana...” You whispered softly, crying into his shoulder. “’M just... Scared. Kiyoko is beautiful and has the best personality and I’m just... Me.” You admitted, finally calming down when you realised that Tanaka would never ever hurt you, no matter how much you angered him.

Tanaka’s eyes softened and he gently stroke your hair. “Exactly. You’re you. That’s why I love you, baby.” He whispered gently and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

Slowly, you leaned into his touch more, “Okay...”

Tanaka sighed gently, “I didn’t realise I was being too touchy with her, but I’ll stop for you baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled weakly back.

“Icecream?” He asked.

“Please.”

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Ushijima

You always knew volleyball was his passion. It was his everything, and you respected that. 

Still though, when you became his girlfriend, you thought that maybe you’d at least tie with volleyball in importance. However, you soon realised three months into the relationship that what you believed didn’t seem to be the case. In fact, it seemed as if you were more of a chore for Ushijima than something he enjoyed spending his time on. 

Eventually, it all got too much.

You watched him practise from the side-lines, frowning since he barely even glanced at you, let alone said hello. Of course, you didn’t mind. He was focused on practising, so it would make sense if he didn’t acknowledge you.

Ushijima paused his practise to get a small drink and you took this opportunity to encourage him and drop off his lunch since he had a tendency to forget his. “Ushi, you’re doing so-” You started, but was soon cut off by your blunt lover.

“(Y/N), can’t you see I’m focusing right now? I’ll talk later, but right now volleyball is all that matters. You’re irrelevant right now.” He retorted swiftly, before shrugging you off and going back to practise his spikes. 

Biting your lip slightly, you swallowed thickly and looked down at your feet in shame. Those words hurt, even if they weren’t the most aggressive. Maybe he did only see you as a burden. The thought made you shiver and deepen your frown. The last thing you wanted was to hold your boyfriend back, even if it hurt you. Taking one last glance at Ushijima, you set his lunch down by his bottle and turned away, hiding the tears in your eyes by looking at the ground. 

It felt as if someone was squeezing your heart in your chest, and a lump soon formed in your throat. You choked on a sob and headed home, turning off your phone completely. 

Once you had reached the comfort of your house, you collapsed on your bed and sobbed silently into a pillow, curling tightly into a small ball. 

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You were unsure as to how long you had been crying for, but you soon awoke from a slumber when you felt the bed dip and a large arm wrap around your waist. Biting your lip, you turned your head to come face to face with Ushiwaka. “Ushi...” You whispered quietly.

“My love, you have been crying. Your eyes are red and puffy.” He stated and frowned lightly. “What happened?” The male gently brushed his thumb against your hip, caressing it tenderly.

Tensing up, you sat up and pushed his hand away lightly. “Ushijima..” You started and looked down, clenching your fists together. “Is volleyball really that important to you..?” You whispered out, barely loud enough for him to hear.

The brute frowned and also sat up, narrowing his eyes slightly, “(Y/N), why are you so annoyed over my passion?” He asked and let out a scoff. “What, are you jealous of a ball? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” Ushijima’s voice raised slightly, but he soon shut up when he noticed you flinch and sink deeper into the bed. 

You avoided eye contact from your lover and gripped the sheets tightly in your hand, “’M sorry..” You whispered out as tears filled your vision. “Maybe I am being ridiculous.. I just think that...” You choked on a sob. “That you’d be better off with someone else. All I seem to do is hold you back from doing what you love. ‘M just a pain..” Hurt filled your voice and you swallowed thickly.

Ushijima’s eyes widened slightly and he frowned, gently taking your hands into his large ones. “Darling... You are all I want. I am sorry if those comments I said earlier made you feel insecure, but I truly do care for you. You are the only person I want in my life.” Gently, he placed his forehead on yours and kissed away your tears. “You are anything but a pain, my love.”

Looking into your boyfriend’s eyes, you smiled lightly and pressed your lips against his delicately. “You’re forgiven, Ushi..”