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When the unflappable character sees someone they care about in danger and the mask slips, it's great.

But when the unflappable character sees someone they care about in danger, and the mask DOESN'T slip.

Because they understand they need to be calm and unflappable now more than ever; if it protects them, it will certainly protect the person they care about. So their voice doesn't waver, their hands don't shake. They don't panic. From the outside looking in, they're as calm as could be. They handle it.

But after it's over-when the person they care about is safe, and the unflappable character is alone-they completely shatter. Gasping breaths, sobs, barely holding it together because someone they love almost DIED, and it was far, far too close for comfort.

(Optional: Character that they care about finds them in this state and comforts them.)

kyungsoo ; ’공감’ Jacket Behind The Scenes

"Such a lovely bride" - Thomas Shelby X Reader

SUMMARY: The Shelbys didn't expect who they met when Thomas presented his new wife.

REQUESTED: Yes, you can find it here.

A/N: I really liked this idea, it's something pretty different from what I usually write, but it was something so... attractive? That I couldn't resist it. But still, I want to say some stuff before:

1. I'm kinda worried I didn't write the bimbo reader justice, but I hope it's good anyway. Just wanted to make it clear here that this is the first time I try to write a Reader like this.

2. The story is placed before and on S1, but Thomas never fell in love with Grace here.

3. This is the first time I write a story in 3rd person, I'm not that good at it yet.

4. The book I mentioned as the Reader's favorite it's something of my creation, only for this fanfic, but I liked it so much that I may post something of this story after.

I hope you liked it! Feedback it's always welcome.

WARNINGS: English is not my first language.

WORD COUNT: 3,814

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“Tommy, have you ever stopped thinking what if animals could talk?” She asked, staring at the ceiling.

“Yes” he nodded, with a smile already growing on his face.

“Really?” She got up on her elbows.

“Yes, luv” he took a last drag on his cigarette before putting it in the ashtray on the nightstand.

“So which species do you think would be the rudest?”

Tommy chuckled, repressing one laugh. She always asked these questions but he was still surprised.

“I don't know,” he answered, honestly.

“Well, I think the turtles would be brassy, like ‘I'm the one who's always right” she got back to her previous position, Thomas turned to face her, a sweet smile still playing in his lips “but the rudest… hm, maybe the crows?”

“No, they would be wise” Thomas sometimes was surprised with himself, she woke up a side of him that he thought was already dead.

“Wise?”

“Yes, wise but not giving advice to everybody, they would be selective.”

“Smart.” She smiled widely, making Thomas' heart warm, he knew how much she loved when he talked like that with her “so, the rudest would be…” they both stared at each other before saying “snakes.”

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“What a dumb way to die” She snorted “and what a boring way this one is.”

Thomas looked at her with fun in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He left the papers he was reading on the desk and walked towards her.

“Reading.” She answered, still focused on the book in front of her.

“Reading what?” He stopped behind her on the sofa, from that angle he could read the pages she was reading.

“A boring book about boring people,” she sighed, “and their boring deaths.”

“Darling,” Thomas started, a tone of amusement in his voice “I don’t think there exist boring ways to die.”

She looked at him shocked, her mouth opened and her eyebrows raised “What? Of course there is.”

“You seemed almost upset, I think like this” he stated.

“Well, maybe I am, I thought you had more imagination.” Thomas rolled his eyes and she left out an angry grumbling.

“Death is death, (Y/N)” Thomas shrugged.

“So you would like to be Thomas Shelby, the one who died because he choked on his own saliva?” Thomas was surprised with himself that he was able to hold back a laugh.

“(Y/N)...” he started, but she cut him off.

“Really, Tom, what would you prefer? Thomas Shelby, a legend, dying like one, even in death being able to spread a story that would make your arch nemesis show respect or being Thomas, the guy who didn’t know how to swallow?”

Thomas shook his head in the negative, still holding back a laugh “I would prefer to be alive and make my arch nemesis die.”

“Always the winner” She rolled her eyes “but you understood.”

“I did.” He nodded.

“And didn’t answer.”

“Aren’t you thinking too much about my death?”

“That’s because unlike you I have a pretty good imagination.”

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“I- what’s happening?” She asked, looking at Thomas with a confused expression.

“It’s a race, darling” he threw his cigarette on the floor.

“I can’t understand absolutely nothing,” she sighed, “and I can’t see nothing” she gestured to some man in front of her, they were much taller than her and they were blocking her vision.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” He showed her some places that were on the other floor, there she could see properly.

“Yeah” she nodded with a smile and Thomas guided her.

When they were already accommodated on the superior floor, the race started and (Y/N) took about five scares in a three-minute period, all of them making Thomas give deep breaths and control himself for not smiling at her. The man around them were screaming and making a notorious confusion, one that his wife observed with mixed feelings, he could see when she smiled of some men, thinking it was funny how he got nervous because of a bet, but in only a few seconds she would change her whole posture when people started to fight, or try to fight.

“They’ll kill each other” she whispered to Tommy.

“Welcome to the races, my love.”

“And that’s definitely not a boring way to die.” And then Thomas couldn’t hold his smile anymore.

“I still don’t understand anything” (Y/N) said after some minutes.

“It’s okay” Thomas shrugged “you’ll get it sometime.”

“I hope it will be soon,” she pouted.

He furrowed, she had never shown interest in the races before “why?”

“Because they seem so interesting to you…” Thomas smiled, bringing her closer, a hand on her waist and another still on the iron bar in front of them.

“No need to worry, it’s okay” he consoled her.

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“How orange can be a color and a fruit?” She asked while mixing the cake batter.

“That’s how it works, they are the same colour” Thomas said while reading the journal.

“But grape is grape and purple is purple, even though they are the same colour” she pointed.

“Well, maybe the person who named orange a fruit didn’t have an imagination like yours and wasn’t that creative for making two names.”

“That’s not fair.”

“What is not fair?”

“You’re praising me.” She said, feeling her face get hot “Ironically.” Even if it was in a sarcastic way, coming from Thomas that meant the world for her. She knew they had opposite ways to show affection, she could recognize when he was - in his own way, telling her he loved her.

Thomas turned around and faced her, he could see she was flustered. He only smirked and went back to read the papers.

“We’ll marry (Y/N)” he stated.

“I know.” He could hear the smile on her voice.

“So will you act like a schoolgirl falling in love for the first time every single time I praise you?”

“I am falling in love for the first time, Tom.”

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“So, when will we meet your wife?” Arthur asked Thomas, they were all in the Garrison, drinking together at the snug.

“When it’s the right time” Thomas answered.

“You spend a lot of time in her house Thomas, you already know her family, and we didn’t even see her once” Polly said, lighting a cigarette.

Thomas gave her an annoyed gaze, but at last he shrugged “Fine.”

“Fine?” Arthur raised his eyebrows.

“Yes. Fine, I’ll arrange a meeting.” He explained.

“Oh my dear God!” Polly chuckled, “stop talking like it’s business Thomas.”

“I wonder to myself who is the crazy lady to marry Thomas Shelby,” Ada joked.

“An insane woman, indeed.” Polly agreed.

Arthur and John smiled, both of them exchanging looks. All of them were joking, but Thomas could only imagine how they would react when meeting (Y/N). He knew most people didn’t understand how he ended up with (Y/N), she made too many questions, was daydreaming most of the time and she was good, honestly good, with a pure heart. They were opposites.

Sometimes Thomas didn’t think he deserved her - if he was honest, he thinked that all the time. But only he could see her, see how truly enchanting she was, in those moments she would make questions all the time about everything, Thomas could see how intrigued by life she was, how smart too, she was smarter than him for a lot of stuff. She was easy to distract, but when she wanted she could read hours and hours of science books and then study experiments and see how things actually worked, but even then, when she reached the explanations, the dreams and sentimentalism she carried never went away. She was stronger than Thomas for this. She had seen real life, she had seen things that made man cetics, and still, she was herself, with all her ideas, dreams and values. Seeing good things where she wasn’t supposed to, like him.

“We aren’t that opposites Tommy, not all the time” she whispered to him one day, they both were laid together.

“We’re not?” She only nodded, but Thomas understood, he saw her determination, her way to protect her loved ones, how she was still able to work and take care of things after a tiring day, yes, even when she was making her silly lovely questions, even when she was dreaming about other worlds, about her books and favorites stories, even when it was late at night and she woke up because she really needed to write something down before the idea went away, even when she was completely clueless about what was going on, not understanding anything, just giving out her silly smile as a false confirmation that she understood everything, even in those moments, Thomas loved her and could see a younger Thomas in her. He could tell they were the same, for seconds, but they were. “You are very innocent to think so.” He said, not a single thought running in his head at the moment escaping in his voice, but (Y/N) giggled, she giggled, making Thomas smirk.

“I’m innocent?” She faced him, her eyes sparkling. Thomas wanted to freeze that moment and engrave that image in his head forever. Her face was illuminated, glistening from the few rays of the sun that came through the window, she still kept a hand on his chest to support herself, but now their faces were closer. Her lips called Thomas, a light smile playing on them.

Thomas kissed her, a kiss he would never forget. A kiss that felt like their first; magic, right. Her hair was loose, so a few strands were loose in front of her face, Thomas pulled one of them out and wrapped it around his finger affectionately as they walked away. He could see she was surprised, she always was every time he kissed her suddenly, Thomas never got tired of that expression.

“Very innocent.” He then answered. And that was one of the moments he looked at her and felt an urgency to hold her close, to never let her go. She was brilliant, adorable, so pretty for him, but what he liked most was the feeling of home, of safety, of innocence, of kindness she had and could pass to everyone.

“I’m not!” She rolled her eyes, pouting. He kissed her again, thinking with himself he would never get tired of that lips “this is not fair.”

“What’s not fair?”

“I can’t be mad at you when you’re kissing me like this, I could never.”

Maybe it was the way she said it, mad and soft at the same time, her voice denouncing that every bit of her was in love with him. Or maybe it was because it was a good day, with business, with family, with her, with everything. Maybe it was because at that moment, for just a few seconds he could swear he was young again, with a lot of dreams and hopes, innocent. Maybe it was all of that. But Thomas laughed, out loud, something inside him waking up after a long time. He would never know the exact reason, but he knew the exact moment that happiness inside of him decided to show up, she was there, by his side, and that was enough.

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“Meet your family?” She widened his eyes at him, he only nodded “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Well, you can’t meet them only on our marriage day.”

“Can’t I?” She looked at him with begging eyes.

“No (Y/N), you can't,” she sighed “you don’t need to be so scared. It's about time.”

“I’m scared” she got up off her chair and started to walk in the room “weren’t you scared when you met mom?”

“No” Thomas lied, she widened her eyes at him.

“Really?”

“Yes.” He lied again. He wasn’t terrified, and he wouldn’t call scared… but he was nervous, in a way he didn’t feel for a while, he was afraid - maybe this word is a exaggeration, wary or anxious would be more appropriate - things went wrong and her family didn’t approve him, her mom the most. “It’ll be okay, love, you don’t need to worry that much. They’re your family too now, you’re me wife.”

“Not yet” she pointed, with a cocky smile, it was rare to see her joking like that.

Thomas rolled his eyes, pushing away a good joke and a smile. “Already feeling better, I see.”

“No, actually I’m freaking out” she started to walk in circles again “oh, what if your Aunt doesn’t like me?”

“I’ll marry you anyway, I’m the one who has to like you.”

“But-” she started, but Thomas cut her off.

“I’m the one who has to like you (Y/N), end of the story.” He stared at her seriously, she nodded, but he could tell she was still nervous “come ‘ere” she crossed the room and sitted on his lap “why don’t you tell me about that story of yours?”

“What story?” She furrowed.

“Of your… red cover book? Yes, I think it was that one, one of your favorites” Thomas pretended he was having problems remembering. He would never have difficulty remembering anything she liked before, she could tell him once, like it was nothing important, but Thomas remembered .Everything. But this time he was pretending for a good cause.

“Oh, ‘the autumn wife” she smiled widely “you really want me to read to you?”

Thomas noticed how excited she was, the idea of reading to him enthusing her like it was the best thing in the whole world “yes, I had a tiring day, I want to hear you reading.”

Thomas didn’t know what the story was about, not with details at least. She had told him once it was about a girl who falls in love with a guy who promises her everything, but only some months after proposing her and her father had approved he disappears, leaving nothing but a letter and a pen behind. “Oh, it’s magic Tom, it’s really good” she described the book briefly - Thomas saw how hard that was for her - but after that day he saw her reading, they never talked about it again.

“Okay” She sitted on his lap again, looking at him and asking if she could start, Thomas nodded, waiting for her. He watched while she changed, her posture, her face, everything; getting comfortable and ready to read. When she finally started, Thomas thought to himself why he had never asked this before, her voice was different when she was reading, and her face too, she could make all the expressions of the characters and her tone was always perfect. “She smiled at him, sad, the saddest smile he had ever seen, and it broke him, she was his daughter, his baby, crying in his arms and asking him ‘why did he leave? Why did he leave me?’, that was his worst nightmare, not being able to answer his daughter questions ‘I don’t know’ he whispered, afraid that the words might tear him apart.”

She stopped in the thirty page and looked at Thomas, asking him if she should go on with the reading. Thomas looked at the clock, it was already midnight, he was tired, he could see she was too, but thinking of stopping right now wasn’t in his mind, and he could tell she was thinking the same.

“Go on, love” she nodded with a light smile

“Idora finally got up, her head was heavy, hurting a lot after last night. After crying for what she thought was two hours. She could still feel her father's arms around her, his attempts to comfort her. She felt embarrassed. And then she felt angry. Hasr didn’t have the right to make her feel ashamed or herself, he was the one who left, he should be the one embarrassed.”

Thomas was trying hard not to close his eyes by now, (Y/N)’s voice was too good, music to his ears, and the way she was caressing his hair was making it harder to keep focus and not fall asleep.

“How did she survive? The question repeated on Idora’s head. She had no idea. ‘How have I survived after losing the love of my life and my dad?’ She asked herself, but deep down she knew the answer. ‘I survived because there was nothing else I could do, too afraid to die, to scared to live, so I survived.’”

“That’s your favorite quote,” Thomas said, suddenly. (Y/N) looked at him with surprise.

“Yes” she tilted her head a little “you remember.”

“Of course I do, sweetheart.” His voice was in a low tone now, (Y/N) could see how much he wanted to listen more, but he was already tired.

“We can go to bed Tommy.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“It’s already two in the morning.”

“Just a few more pages,” he shrugged.

“Oh dear God, you said you’ll have a busy day tomorrow, you need to sleep” she insisted, already closing the book.

“I can take care of myself on my own” he stated.

“Rude.”

“Go on.” He knew he would win that fight, (Y/N) could never refuse reading out loud, it was something she liked too much.

“‘Oh, what must my dear father be thinking of me? Too miserable? A little bird in his cage?’ Idora hugged her body and let all the tears consume her. She had sworn, she had sworn she would never marry. So why was she doing this? Why was she lowering herself like that? She was desperate, desperate for a new life, for changing, for help, but she didn’t need it to do it this way. She’d had to recompose herself and find a solution, alone, again.”

Those were the last words Thomas listened to before falling asleep. Still in the armchair in (Y/N)’s living room, with her sitted in his lap, she only realized he was sleeping after five minutes. Then she stood up as quietly as possible and covered him with a blanket. He was too heavy for her to carry him alone to bed, but because she didn’t want to leave him alone for the night, she decided to sleep on the sofa, to be in the same room as him.

The next morning Thomas woke up with his body aching, but it was worth it when he saw her sleeping on the couch. He left a note for her at the center table and tried his best to leave the house without making any loud noises.

“Tomorrow at six o clock. Be ready. I’ll pick you up.” Said the note (Y/N) picked up later.

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“What the fuck?” Whispered John for what should be the sixth time.

They all looked at the girl sitting in the snug, affectionately playing with Finn. They both were laughing at something only they could understand.

“How did you meet her?” John faced Thomas.

“Long story” Thomas shrugged, it wasn’t long at all, he became obsessed with her the minute he put his eyes on her. She was only walking, going to a friend’s house who lived next to watery lane. One day, for a mere coincidence, he bumped into her. “We met because of Priana’s daughter, Gabriela” it wasn’t all a lie.

“So this is the insane woman” Ada only shocked her head, too shocked and confused.

“Well, at least Finn likes her a lot,” Arthur pointed, scratching his beard in pure confusion. The girl in front of them was pretty different from their brother, too different.

“Of course he does” Polly said, but even in her usual harsh and sarcastic tone there was a hint of surprise “they speak the same language.”

Indeed, Finn was making some questions none of them had ever answered him in their house. “How do planes fly?” (Y/N) immediately started to explain what she had read in a book and how the structure of a plane worked. Finn's eyes shone when she started to draw the small parts of the plane in the air.

“She’s…” Arthur started, trying to define the lady in front of him “how old is she?”

“I thought the questions would be made for her” Thomas stared at him.

“She’s just, so... different?” Arthur tried, John was too shocked to be cocky, but still chuckled, more because he agreed with his older brother than because he was mocking his choice of words.

“This life is not for her Thomas” Polly simply said.

“She’ll not live this life.” He harshly retorted.

“She’ll marry you.” Polly looked at him in a worried way “what makes you think she’ll not live this life?”

“I’ll guarantee she won’t.” His tone indicated he didn’t want to talk about it anymore “now go on, talk to her, she came here to meet you, not to be observed.”

All of them walked to the table in the snug, in the minute (Y/N) walked inside of the Garrison with Thomas, all the adults got up from the table and went to talk in the pub common area, letting (Y/N) and Finn alone in the snug, they were too shocked to start the conversation they were planning when they saw her.

(Y/N) was all happy, despite her anxiety she got into the Garrison the same way as always. A huge smile on her face, little jumps when walking and a lot of noisy and brilliant bracelets accompanying her movements.

“So… you guys already finished talking?” She looked up at them, her expression pure curiosity and caution.

“Yes,” Polly quickly nodded.

“Good, ‘cause you were staring at me like I’m a puppy” Ada and John couldn’t hold their laughs, Arthur and Polly only smirked.

You are one. That was passing in everyone’s mind.

The beginning was strange. They didn’t know how to exactly talk to her, afraid of even speaking bad words in front of her. She was too different, like Arthur said. But after a while they all loosened up and talked to her normally, getting comfortable and getting used to her way. It was still impossible to understand how (Y/N) and Thomas had ended up together, but even they could understand why Thomas had fallen for her, just not the other way around.

“Such a lovely bride,” Polly whispered to Ada. She was being honest. Already enchanted by her.

“Too lovely for Thomas,” Ada answered “how could he fall for someone like her? Maybe he's not that heartless.”

“But she’s definitely insane.” John whispered too.

The girl had no idea what was happening, looking at Thomas with loving eyes and paying attention to every word letting his mouth. She had no clue what they were talking about.

Thomas stared at her and felt at peace. They could never understand, sometimes he didn't understand either. But she was his and that was enough.

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—oh sehun moodboard.

Wrestle Me

Tokyo had reached record temperatures that day. The sun was roasting the city, every street was a mirage from the bending light of its shine. The weather recently had been sending everyone either inside or to the nearest water source.

Yuji had gone to the beach with Megumi and Nobara in a futile attempt to escape the heat that had Japan in the sweaty palm of its hand. They had offered you and Sukuna a spot on the railway car there, but you knew that Sukuna was too exhausted from his recent missions to do any sort of going out. Not to mention the draining effect of the heat stacked on top of that. You were in the mood to just enjoy each other's presence.

The two of you were sheltered away in the darkness of his bedroom, lying sprawled out across the floor in front of his small rotating fan. Sukuna and Yuji never turned the A/C on. Since they had moved into their own apartment, the brothers had become rather stingy when it came to the bills. The air didn't start up until the room felt like a sauna, and it turned off much too soon to give relief.

Sweat continued to drip down the both of your spines, but Sukuna didn't seem to mind it. He was enjoying the peace of his day off, dressed against the heat in nothing but his boxer briefs and a tank top. He had his head resting in the cushion of your lap, his eyes were transfixed on an old leather notebook that he had stolen from one of the professors a few days ago. It was in a language you hadn't taken at the academy yet, but Sukuna tells you it was early notes on jujutsu from the old world.

You had been scrolling through your phone, occasionally showing him something you found amusing or anything that reminded you of him. He only gave you a reaction to maybe 10% of the material, but it was fun to see him roll his eyes, or scoff and wave your phone away.

The longer you remained in the same spot,however, the sweatier you felt and the more frustrated with the heat. You tried not to squirm under Sukuna's head, remaining as still as possible as though he were a sleeping animal taking refuge on your lap. Boredom, however, eventually pulls the last straw that has you stirring.

An idea comes to mind.

Sukuna glances up at you, as though he expects you to show him something else on your phone, but instead his attention is caught by the mischievous glint you feel twinkling in your eye.

"Wrestle me." You beam at him.

It was somewhat of a joke.

Compared to your boyfriend, it was clear who would win in a pinning tournament between the two of you.

 Sukuna, who enjoys kickboxing in his spare time. Sukuna, who has never missed an opportunity for a fight in the decade that you've known him, who could dead-lift your torso with ease if he so desired.

Sukuna, who has never touched you with anything but heart wrenching gentleness.

His eyes widen at your command, the notebook he had previously found so interesting has been completely forgotten. He seems to catch the drift of your lack of entertainment, and quickly plays along. His surprise melts into an amused little smile.

"Oh yeah? Think you got a chance, kid?" He taunts, placing the book beside him. His attention now fully focused on you.

You snort, you were only a year younger than he was, but he loved to emphasize it when he could. Sukuna mistakes your noise as a scoff and cocks a daring brow at you.

You love when he’s in a playful mood.

"I could take you any day." You tease. Part of you is running for the hills inside, but another part is having fun with the big bad wolf. That was the constant state you were in with him. Sukuna didn't even have to try and he always had your heart racing.

Sukuna makes an impressed noise, "That, I'm well aware of. I don't know about in a fight, though."

You groan at his joke, shaking your head in disappointment, but Sukuna grabs onto your chin before you can get even one turn of your head out.

"Let's find out."  

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Ten minutes later, you're drenched in twice the amount of sweat as you were before, but Sukuna has barely lost a drop. He's got you twisted like a pretzel beneath him, holding your limbs in just the right way so that you're completely incapacitated in his hands.

Your first mistake was thinking Sukuna knew how to play-fight. The only person he had been remotely close with in your childhood was his twin brother, and the two of them had often "wrestled", but it only ended when one of them had blood dripping out of their noses. You learned early on not to question it. Having two boys as your childhood best friends had you turning your gaze from a lot of things, in fact.

The only thing you questioned now, was how you were going to get out of your current predicament. You were sure Sukuna was having a blast practically hogtying you with his hands, and now he knew how easy it was to get you in this position. It was a double whammy that would surely effect you in the future. 

"Did you really think I'd go easy on you?" The weight of his chest presses into your back as he leans over you, sending hot breath over your neck. "How cute."

"Okay, okay! I give!" You whine, trying to wriggle out from beneath him. You had to admit that it was getting slightly painful, but Sukuna was well aware of your pressure points and where to stay away from. You still had one last trick up your sleeve, however.

Satisfied with your surrender, he nips at your ear with his teeth before he slides off of you and relinquishes his effortless grip. Before he can fully turn away, however, you're leaping onto his back like a monkey and tackling him into his mattress. It was a dirty tactic, but you had been wrestling your childhood best friend Yuji since the two of you were in elementary school, so you were no stranger to tricks of the trade. Especially the feign defeat card.

He blinks up at you. It was a difficult task to take Sukuna off guard, but you had accomplished it.

"Sucker." You playfully stick your tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry. Inside your chest, your heart is racing like a hummingbird’s wings. It’s almost like Sukuna knows this, because even though you’re the one on top of him, he’s still looking at you with an amused grin- unaffected by your change of position. 

"You have a higher pain tolerance than I thought you did." He notes, tilting his head to the side like he's considering something. "What can we do with that new information, I wonder?" 

It was another intimidation tactic. A good one. It had chills running down your spine. But, you weren’t going to let him win so easily this time. Suddenly, you were interested in how far you could push him, as well. 

"Come on 'Kuna," You chide, your nose is practically touching his- a rabbit pressing against the snout of a hungry wolf. "Can't take defeat, my love?"

"Oh doll," His voice is a husky drawl, rough hands slide their way from their resting places on your hips to slip under the hem of your shirt and brush the skin of your waist. You try to contain your shiver. "You're playing a very dangerous game."

One last wave of confidence sweeps through you as you lean down, just like he always did, to murmur lowly into his ear. "And you're losing."

That did it.

Sukuna grabs onto your waist so quickly, you barely have time to register it before he loops his leg around your knee and easily flips the two of you back to your original position. You're giggling beneath him as he gathers your face into his hands, pressing calloused fingers into your cheeks. You've gotten under his impenetrable skin. You didn't know it, but you always did.

No matter how strong a man is, he will always lose to the woman he loves.

Sukuna was slowly starting to accept that.

"On some quiet comet or distant exoplanet will you find the cold and silence meant for you."

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learning to be a good friend/partner

healing from depression, failures or heartbreak

becoming amazing at an art or skill

overcoming anxiety, insecurities and low body image

overcoming the need to isolate yourself

changing self-hating thoughts to kinder ones

making a real connection with someone

overcoming self-defeating and self-sabotaging thoughts

learning how to study effectively

finding a sense of stability and calmness at your core

quitting habits or addictions

leaving people and behaviours that turn you into the worst version of yourself

getting used to healthier coping mechanisms & mindsets that feel fake

treating yourself like you truly care about yourself

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pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader  genre: hurt to comfort wc: 3.5k  warnings: none

a/n: written for the @heatwave2021​ gift exchange, dedicated to the lovely yvonne @eightonenine​ 

Kiyoomi’s concept of home doesn’t include you. 

Growing up, home always meant nothing more than four walls and a roof over his head, meals to be eaten alone, out of reheated tupperware boxes. He’d never thought too much of it because that was just the way things were - his parents working late into their nights to further their careers, his much older siblings busy with their respective pursuits, too preoccupied to make much time for their quiet younger brother. He doesn’t have friends to invite over either. He’s too reticent, dark eyes a little too watchful and wary, driving away any potential playmates who he might’ve built friendships with. Motoya pops over once in a while, but he’s always been outgoing and popular so he can’t spend all his time with his moody cousin. 

So it’s only natural that he’s unaccustomed to having someone constantly in his space when you move in with him, unused to the rustle of movement that comes with having someone else share his abode. Little things start to gnaw at him, eating away at his patience - the way you leave the dining chairs crooked, the way you leave your bag on the couch instead of the cupboard where it belongs. He starts to resent having to force himself to respond with affection which you always seem to freely give when he just wants to shower and hide in bed after a bad day at practice. 

But emotional awareness isn’t exactly his strength, so he allows all this frustration to fester into poisonous words that explode out of his mouth when he returns to the apartment you share and you ask for a hug because you had a bad day at work. He doesn’t hear that a client yelled at you and your boss told you to buck up and your team was short staffed because there’s a vile buzzing in his ear that’s growing louder and louder and it’s driving him wild - 

“Why do you always have to be so clingy”, he snarls, slapping your hands away, uncaring that you’ve taken a step backwards, clearly stung. 

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