#HERE U GO LOVELY I HOPE I DIDNT MISS ENTIRELY

[binniesbooks]

hi my fayebae~ since u said u loved the car clip of soobin, here’s one for u to write ur heart away!! (U can of course choose whether u wanna do it or not no pressure!! Im just sending since its at the top of my mind rn, ahh n im sorry for so many request i usually dont send anyt in but🥹i didnt think it would be this fun to see my request coming to life uk but i digress)

idk whether u would like this but:

bf!soobin x gf!brat!reader

they got into an argument and stuff but soobin who still loves his gf comes n picks her up after (cheerleading?prac of some sorts)

Otw home… reader gives the cold shoulder to soob, not talking thru out the entire journey? So soob decides to take a detour n drives to somewhere that doesnt have many ppl looking in the night.

They start talking n tried to resolve whatever their fighting abt, one thing led to another, well reader is giving him a bj!!(the rest of the smut is up to u!!)

inspired by that soob clip of course~ have fun love💗

REVVED UP EMOTIONS

SB 000 .F23 2024

wc 3.7k

pairings bf!Soobin x bratgf!reader

warnings oral sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, slight brat taming, being almost caught, pet names (+ anything that I missed)

faye's note this clip was on my mind 24/7. And after receiving it I got excited making this one out but I'm not sure if it turned out good because my mind was kinda occupied with thesis shit. Omfg. Anyways, I hope it isn't dry tho 😔

Conflict is an inevitable part of any relationship, be it familial, platonic, or romantic. Arguments can arise from misunderstandings, unmet expectations, or simply the simple things from daily life. Recently, you found yourself in a heated disagreement with Soobin, your boyfriend.

The sun hung low one afternoon, casting golden lights through the window. You were sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone. Soobin on the other hand, who had just come home from a busy day at university, was busy, again, in the kitchen, occasional noises of clicks and clangs of utensils on pots and pans plus the opening and closing of the faucet can be heard.

You overheard him murmur "Yeah, dinner for two," as he clicked his tongue. You felt a strange pang of irritation swell within you. It wasn't about him or the meal he was preparing, it was you. You actually promised him you would help out, maybe even cook together, but here you were, scrolling on your phone.

You stood up as you trudged to the kitchen, arms crossed as you leaned on the sink. "You didn't have to do all this," you stood feigning nonchalance as you bit your cheek to not show the guilt you were feeling. "You could have asked me for help."

"Oh?" He looked at you with disappointment, "I thought you were busy checking social media," his blunt reply and harsh tone made your ears hot out of irritation. "I didn't want to interrupt your 'important' scrolling."

The sarcasm was too emphasized and it stung more than you expected. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you met with his gaze. "Nothing! I just thought maybe you'd care enough to have some initiative or something. We both agreed to share the chores. I was tired the whole day only to come back home without even eating a single thing." His voice raised with frustration as he threw down the spatula.

"I was going to help!" Your voice was quite high as you tried to cover how you abandoned your promise. "Oh yeah? I was out all day to finish my projects. And there you were scrolling through your phone." He said as he crumpled the apron he was wearing and threw it also on the table.

"You know what, Soobin? Maybe I don't always want to help! Maybe I want a day off too!" You felt the tension suffocating the air around you. Your heart raced but you're too afraid you're wrong.

"That's fucking selfish!" His voice rose, echoing in the confines of the kitchen. "You can't just say you want a break when we agreed to support each other!" He even added. "Fine! I guess we don't need any support then!" You turned on your heel as if fleeing away would help erase the hurtful things that had been said.

"Hey, y/n! Where are you going!" He called but you did not even take a glance. He called you multiple times but his voice just faded out as you were stomping your way to the bedroom.

That night, you didn't come out for dinner. Your mind was in a whirlwind of regret and stubborn pride. Soobin had a point, you were just lazing around that time, however, you don't want to accept that it was your fault. That same night, he didn't come into the room. Your shared bed feels so empty, but you can't just bring yourself to ask for an apology.

Later that morning, you tiptoed your way out. Still too early that your boyfriend was still sleeping, uncomfortably by the way, on the couch. You just grabbed bread and water and went out.

You two always ride his car to go to school. But this time you were determined not to ask for a simple apology and went out by yourself instead. And yes, you were planning to walk to school for your practice. However, some guy passed by and let you ride their car. Since you know the one who offered you a ride, you accepted the offer. It was Kai anyway, aside from being in Soobin's circle of friends, he was part of your cheerleading team.

"Why are you walking so early in the morning? Where's Soobin?" He asked out of curiosity.

"I don't know, maybe somewhere." You answered as you rolled your eyes, still being stubborn. "Are you two fighting?" Kai chuckled as he watched your actions while the traffic light was still red.

"We broke up." You nonchalantly remarked. Well, that was supposed to be a joke, and you never thought that Kai would actually believe those words.

"Woah shit! You what?" He was really startled at what you said as he covered his mouth while keeping the other on the wheel. You just laughed at him as you took the last bite of the bread.

Your whole Saturday went on like the usual cheerleading practice days. But since your mind is still in a whirlwind of pride, you couldn't focus. Causing you to crash multiple times while practicing. You were even scolded by your coach and instructors telling you that you looked like your mind flying or some sort. You just rolled your eyes at them whenever they turn their backs to you.

For that reason, you got hurt, earning yourself a few scratches here and there. You didn't even bother at all. Kai on the other hand, took the chance to treat your scratches. You're still not aware that he actually took your words this morning to heart and mind.

"It's just a scratch, Kai. No need to create a big fuss." You chuckled as he handed you a few bandages.

"Still, scratches can cause infection." He defended himself.

"Fine fine, you win." You sighed in defeat.

You two shared each other's company during lunch that day. You could even tell that many eyes are watching you -- no, most probably judging you at this point. Nonetheless, you just shrugged it off and enjoyed Kai's company instead. Not knowing that this could fuel some bigger fire. Fire that Kai holds, and fire that your boyfriend holds.

Since Soobin was not on the campus that day, he just stayed at home. He can't even contact you since you purposely left your phone. He was just cleaning all day. Just decluttering everything at home. He knows you're practicing today anyway. The only difference is that he usually accompanies you to school and waits for you until practice is done and brings you home, but now, he's just at home busying himself with the chores. He just planned to fetch you later this afternoon and treat you to some restaurant to make it up to you since he feels sorry about raising his voice at you.

"Let's wrap up here today." Your coach shouts as he reminds the assigned cleaners to clean the gymnasium before going home.

"Ugh! Cleaning this whole gymnasium sucks!" You complained, picking up the materials your team has used.

"Anyway, why are you still here? You're not on the list to clean today, right?" You were pertaining to the young boy tailing you. He smiled as he scratched the back of his head, "I want to offer you a ride home." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't you have like, any other things to do?" You asked, counting the pompoms before storing them in the box.

"Don't have any." Kai shook his hand as he took the box from your hand and headed to the facility room.

As soon as you and the other were done cleaning, you immediately headed out, Kai insisted on carrying your cheerleading bag. Once again, eyes were gawking at the two of you. You can hear a few of them mumbling but you still ignored it.

Kai opened his car door to let you in. But before you could even step foot inside, someone spoke which made you stop in your tracks. "Where are you headed to?" You turn around to see Soobin as he brings his window down.

"O-oh Soobin hyung." Soobin nods at the younger boy to notice his existence, his elbow hanging at the open window.

You quickly retreat as you grab your bag from Kai. "I-i thought..." Kai stammered as he looked at you. "I was just messing with you Kai, it's not real." You sighed. "What did she say?" Soobin interrupted as he turned to you. You're just a millisecond late to cover Kai's mouth as the words slip out. "She said that you two broke up." Soobin snapped his head towards the younger, a smirk forming on his lips. "Did she?" Kai just nods, still clueless. "Get in," Soobin commanded over you. "I'll take her home, be safe, Kai," Soobin says as he closes the window, whistling.

The whole drive is deafening in silence. You can't hear anything except the faint music playing on the car radio.

"Wow, did we actually break up?" Soobin states with unbelief as he taps his fingers on the wheels.

You were still saying nothing. "Y/n, seriously, are you still mad at me? You didn't even eat last night." He sighed as he continuously threw you glances. Both of your hands were properly curled up in a ball above your thighs clutching your short skirt as you stared outside the window. Looking at whatever unpleasant view outside that seems interesting to you.

The once bright clouds turned darker. "Is it gonna rain? I thought I checked the weather news before I went out." Soobin whispers, changing the stations to listen to the news.

The raindrops started to fall on the car window, drizzling softly as it made the glass cold. "Grab my jacket in the backseat." Soobin talks to you again, but you're not even giving him a single glance.

Soobin messages his temple, "I wanted to take you to a restaurant tonight to make it up to you, but it looks like it's pouring really hard. I'm sorry y/n, just please talk to me." He's totally losing his patience at this point as if he's gonna burst again but tried his very best not to go over the top. He regretted raising his voice yesterday so much.

The once-familiar view of the road becomes foreign to your eyes. You turned to Soobin, looking at his unusual demeanor. If he'd been talking so much earlier, his lips were totally shut now. You wanted to speak and ask him where he was bringing you or what was wrong but you stopped yourself. Whatever will be, will be, you thought to yourself.

The rain started pouring harder, and the once busy road you were on looked empty now. Thunder clasps from far away making a rumbling sound. You try to rub your shoulder to create friction to keep your body warm. You're starting to feel cold and Soobin hasn't thrown you a glance nor commented anything at you.

He suddenly pulled up on the roadside, and the light from the lamp post dimly flickered inside the car.

"Not gonna lie, I felt like a dumb ass talking to a wall earlier." His eyes met yours for a while before you averted your gaze. He grabs his jacket and hands it to you, "Wear this, you must be cold. I just realized, your skirt is too short, and your tank top is too thin, at that." He eyes you up and down as you wear his jacket.

"This is fucking crazy." He mumbled as he pulled his hair.

"Y/n, baby, look, I'm really sorry for raising my voice at you, hm? I was just really tired last night." He gently placed his hand above yours on your thighs.

Your eyes were following a few cars passing by as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. You felt Soobin hold your face gently. "Baby, please look at me. I'm not used to this. You know me." Soobin's eyes were practically begging. He couldn't stand you giving him the cold shoulder.

The truth is you were just afraid. You're afraid to admit you had acted selfishly. Afraid of facing him after a petty argument over something so trivial.

"I just want you to talk to me," he caresses your cheeks, words so gentle and comforting, "I can't fix this if you won't talk to me."

Soobin pulls you in for a hug, warming up your heart. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, surrendering to him and putting down your stubborn pride. You mumbled a soft sorry as he gently rubbed your back. You let your arms move freely, as you return the hug to Soobin.

"Please don't do this again to me." He kissed your forehead. "I'm sorry for raising my voice, baby. I'm sorry for making you feel upset at me." Soobin's probably the sweetest guy you could ever ask for. He can make you feel loved and appreciated, but of course, you're just stubborn and bratty at times, which makes him wanna lose his temper.

Soobin pulls away, showering your face with a hundreds of kisses. You can't help but giggle at his actions."I didn't mean to shut you out." You mumbled with a pout. "You don't look sincere." Soobin commented which made you pout more. He chuckled as he pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss felt soft and gentle. That's why you had no idea, why he was shoving his tongue inside your mouth. He bit your lip with a little harshness making you push him away. "Oww! What was that!" You complained. Soobin simply smirked at you. "I'm asking for an apology and forgiving you for one, but not the other issue." His smirk turns to a frown. "Soobin I can explain that..." Your heart began to race, thumping so hard you could feel it in your throat.

"Why don't we use that pretty little mouth of yours on something else good, yeah? Instead of giving people an opening to pounce on you." His eyes scream anger and lust at the same time.

"What do you mean?" You asked clueless. "What do I mean? You really want to hear the exact words?" Soobin taunted. "I don't get what you are saying." You shook your head. "I'm telling you that you just made an opening to let Kai pounce on you. Are you that dense, that you don't even know he likes you?" You were shocked at what Soobin just revealed to you. You opened your mouth to answer only for him to cut you off.

"Or don't tell me you wanted it all along?" He scoffs. "Soobin don't talk like that --" "Don't talk like what, doll? Aren't you the one who told him we're over?"

That's it, those words pushed you over the edge, switching your bratty side once more. "Okay, so what? What if I wanted it all along?" Your voice raised once more. "Kai is a good guy, plus he knows how to take care of someone he likes." You pushed Soobin's chest away from you. Soobin scoffed again, brushing his tongue inside his cheek.

"And I can tell --"

"Backseat. Or else --"

"Or else what? Huh? Are you gonna order me around again? Raise your voice over me again?" You taunt.

"I said backseat, you brat." He fixed his gaze on you and held your wrist.

His words are firm and strong which makes the hair on your neck stand up. He unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted the gear to park, leaving the car idle and the headlights on. You have no choice. You crawled your way to the backseat. you squeezed yourself to fit and pass by the center console. Soobin followed quickly, making his way through the front and back doors. As soon as he settled in the backseat, he ruffled his hair to whisk away some water from the rain.

Your eyes waver as you avert your gaze from him. His hand squeezed both your cheeks, "My patience is running low from your actions, doll. You're making it worse."

Soobin pulled you on his lap. You were almost covering him with how big his jacket you were wearing. His surname is written in big fonts.

He hiked up your skirt only to find out you had nothing underneath other than thin panties. Soobin scoffs, "Don't tell me you were gonna ride Kai's car with just this?" You bit your lip as you placed your hands on his shoulder when he started to rub you with your panties still on.

Soobin clearly knows how to make your knees weak. With just a simple touch and you're back to square one from being a brat. He pulled your panties off slowly without breaking the eye contact. His brows are still furrowed and you can still feel his anger.

"Let's see if you'd still want to ride his car after getting out of mine." He clicked his tongue and licked his finger, pushing two at the same time. Your mouth hung open as you squirm. "S-soob..." You can't talk straight, no, you don't wanna talk actually, but he has his ways to make you open your mouth. "How is it? Still wanna ride his car?" A sly smirk tugging on his lips. In which you replied with just a shake of your head.

"I'm close..." You whispered, biting your lips, watching how his fingers disappears and appears in your cunt. You shudder with the sensation, your high coming to you. But Soobin pulled his fingers out. You whined, hiding your face on his neck as you grind yourself above him.

Soobin's too focused on making you say the word sorry for the said issue. He did not even expect you'll act bratty once again after just apologizing for what happened yesterday.

He gripped your waist. "Stop moving or you'll not gonna cum for 1 week." Hearing this, you whine once more. You can't stand that punishment at least. But instead of getting the words out of your mouth, Soobin wasn't prepared for your action of apology.

You unzip his pants and slowly stroke him. Your face is still hidden in the crook of his neck. Planting soft kisses on his shoulder blade to his neck.

"Doll." His voice is warning yet you didn't budge, with only a small "please let me" coming out of your mouth.

His hand rubbed your back up and down, slipping them inside your top. Your skin is burning to his palm.

"What's with you, huh?" He asked, but he clearly knows you'd rather act like his little slut than let the five-letter word out of your pretty mouth.

You pulled back, squeezing your body once again on the small space between his legs. "Fuck-- just stop giving him signs -- ohh shit!" Soobin clearly shows his frustration at how he grips on the door. You gave him a few kitten licks and swirled your tongue on the tip of his cock making him jolt.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes, "Fuck, is the word too much for you to say?" You took him whole the moment he spit those words making him thrust up a bit and lean back his head on the headrest.

"Ahh!" His breathy moans filled the car, making the glass foggy despite the rain and cold atmosphere outside. His hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head slowly.

You whimpered at how his cock pulsated on your tongue and how his tip kissed your throat. He gently caresses your cheeks as he holds them. You automatically leaned on his hand as you let him fuck your mouth.

His eyes were tightly closed. Lower lip trapped between his teeth. One hand on your cheek to hold you and the other firmly gripping the door to keep himself grounded.

"Baby fuck!" With one last thrust, he's cumming in your mouth. Draining himself on your wet and hot lips.

His heavy pants were the only thing that could be heard inside the car. Not until you hear a knock on the window. You quickly scrambled up your way to the seat as you sat properly, Soobin shoving his shirt down to cover his exposed length.

He opened the window slowly. "Is everything fine? You're hazard is switched on." A police officer said with an umbrella in hand, roaming his eyes inside the car. He even added that he was just passing by and noticed the car had switched on the hazard.

"I'm sure I didn't put the car on hazard though., must be when I got out.." Soobin mumbles, "But everything is fine, we just need to talk something out."

"Take care then, it's pouring hard." The officer apologized before going back to his car.

You looked at Soobin, fear evident on your face. You were doing things in a semi-public place but here you are, totally scared of getting caught. Soobin chuckled at you.

"Can you turn off the hazard light?" He appealed. You propped yourself on top of the center console to reach for the hazard button. But seems like some other button is getting pressed instead, as your hands retreat back to cover your mouth.

Soobin's tongue is licking your exposed cunt. Eating you out while you're still on the center console.

"S-soob, wait.." you tried your best to appeal to him but he did not budge. He continued shoving his tongue inside you. He then gently pulled you back to his lap, slowly sinking you down on his cock.

One of his hands lightly squeezes your neck, the other one pulling one of your hands back. He stopped you from covering your mouth as he continuously thrusts upward.

"Tight.. so tight..." He mumbles at your nape. "Pussy so good for me."

"M-more please." You quietly pleaded as you tried moving your hips. "Someone's eager to be filled." He commented back. "W-wanna be full of you, Soobin." You're feeling lightheaded at how he's squeezing your neck. He can't help but leave hickeys on your shoulder as he thrusts harder.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant at this point," he huffed. "D-don't care, w-want you," your words are slurred as you lean back on his chest.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" No other words just curses, was coming out of his mouth as he felt his cum being released.

You were totally breathless, your body slumped on him, his cock still twitching and pulsating inside your cunt. Soobin is totally worn out, dipping his head down on your shoulder.

"Let's stay like this for five minutes then we'll go home." He mumbled.

@binniesbooks 2024

[soapels]

HEYYYYY, I saw your requests open and I thought why not trying it. So, could you please please please write something with König and like, they're training or something and the reader or König (dc about who's going to do it) does that move that you take down the other person but you sit on their lap if you're not fast enough. And they're like panting from training.

I have more things in mind, so I'll be here for a while 😁

grim reaper

könig x female reader

content: slight suggestive themes, sfw, konig is down bad for reader but also a bit cheeky lol

hii nonnie! hehe i didnt know if u wanted sfw or otherwise, so i ended up somewhere right in the middle- or teasing at the latter, at least 😳 lol but i hope u enjoy!! i really love this idea so much! i wanna do this eventually with alejandro too ♡ good day! c:

all hearts, comments & reblogs are very appreciated!

König’s a tough guy.

Big, solid, more of a fucking mountain than a living breathing man, to be entirely honest- and it certainly don’t help when you put a gun in his hand- or worse, when his eyes are set on you.

Those shimmering blues are pretty, you can’t help but think even as he slowly rounds the mat with you. So pretty that they might succeed at distracting some poor bastard behind enemy lines, make them believe it’s an angel come to save ‘em from war rather than a ravenous, feral beast responding to the dinner bell.

There’s a reason he wears a hood.

All grim reapers do.

The air is somewhat thick between the two of you. Growingly tired. A healthy amount of sweat beading below your lighter fatigues.

You’re both a panting mess of missed punches and a few exchanged, light jabs. You managed to score a low kick at the back of his calf- perhaps your hardest hit yet- and it’s probably why he’s limping now. Just slightly.

It must still sting a bit, though. Because his delayed dodging time is enough for you to swoop in and pull the rug right out from beneath him, immediately pouncing on him as he falls.

Eager, you’re overwhelmingly eager to finish sparring, because while it’s fun being pitted up against Konig (he’s your favorite partner for these sessions), you’ve been at it for closer to an hour and supper will be served soon.

Straddling his waist, you pin his brawny arms back over his head, your smaller fingers struggling to wrap around his thick wrists.

He’s so much bigger, so much stronger, such a pain in the ass to immobilize.

And still, pinning him down on the mat, your hips anchored firmly over his- you know with one mindless buck, jerk, or thrash on his end, you’d go flying.

So it’s a mercy, really, hair hanging over your head and almost touching the tip of his nose, that instead of that- perpetuating the session and perhaps stinging your pride- Konig merely lies there beneath you.

Accepts it and you.

Lets out a little, breathy sort of giggle.

“Ah, you got me.” He surrenders, yet your hands must be completely deaf to his words because they don’t loosen at all.

His broad chest shakes with every heaving breath he takes, jostling you both, but it’s only when you feel him make an uncomfortable shift beneath you that you truly realize just how exhausted he is.

Blues eyes glinting tiredly through the holes of his hood, holding an odd little twinkle to them as he runs them over you— nervous, but curious, too.

So, so curious.

As if common sense hits you, you let a playful grin finally carve into your cheeks. “Did I?” You ask softly, and his head tilts some at you. “I’ve got the feeling you could switch our positions easily, if you really wanted to.”

He’s vaguely jittery, your sparring buddy, but when you make that mindless comment, for reasons beyond you, König visibly flusters, jerking his chin the other way.

His cheek rubs against the mat through his mask, mumbling a polite rebuttal.

“Y-You underestimate yourself, Y/n… You knocked me right off my feet! Isn’t that good?” His gaze does find yours again, then- quietly, “…I think you are good…”

It’s your turn to giggle.

The sound is pleasant, the sort of sound that he’d play on repeat if he could. But… those are feelings that the brute of a man is vaguely aware are offhanded, and certainly not the kind you divulge to your comrade.

So he nibbles on his lips, though you don’t see, and keeps quiet on it.

“Well, thank you, König,” your cheeks are a bit warm, either from tussling with him or just the fact that it’s him and not anyone else, you’re not so sure.

“I think you are good, too.”

Oh.

Oh.

That feels nice to hear… And your mouth looks so pretty when you say it, too.

You are beautiful, the man steadily comes to terms with- in one staggering, full gust of wind beneath you- you are so beautiful and you are straddling his hips and you said with your own tongue that he is good in your eyes.

You don’t know just what possesses him when he turns to you after, letting a nervous, yet deft hand rake the entirety of his hood over his head. But the truth is that he also doesn’t know why- or anything, to be fair, in that brilliant, awing moment- just that you are the prettiest girl he’s ever seen and he loves sparring with you and he can’t fully stop himself in time from saying—

“Yes,” he admits. “For you.”

And you are so startled by his sudden spur of confidence, and also the hint of a cheeky grin curling at his lips, that you are silent for a moment.

Stunned, perhaps.

An addicting, bubbly sort of feeling rises between you.

…S-Something else does, too, but lower— poking persistently at the start of your tummy.

You blink owlishly at the belated realization. So does he, all blue and hopeful yet also, apparently, growingly excited.

You clear your throat, slowly sliding off of his lap, praying to God your buddy doesn’t see the evident stirrings of something smitten on your face.

“H-How nice,” you murmur. And you mean it.

The both of you stand up, inconspicuously brushing off the fronts of your thighs, trading off see you in a bit’s and good spar’s, the male following shortly after you- sort of like a lost puppy- towards the shower block.

Washing off sounds nice- even better, settling down at the cafeteria and digging into his meaty portion of dinner- but to be entirely honest, he’s still basking in the sweet afterglow of his small (yet no less revolutionary) victory.

…Maybe he ought to let you win more often.

[akaakeis]

gnawing at my nails rn i miss my bf (i dont have one) how do u pick like,,, one person to selfship with bc⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

like there r so many options ushijima i dont even know who's my favourite character rn ushijima like guys☹️⁉️⁉️

BUT I cant wait for savyaku😼😼😼😼😼 SOCUTE

goshiki is my babey though he is sososososososososo cute and i would want him irl and i bet i could even pull him irl toooo

yk what this type of starting is called! a HOOK sentence cuz u got HOOKED and now ur reading this long ass ask. WAIT FUCJ mattsun guys hear me out here ANYWAYS. HRU SAV!!!!!!!!!!!! its 4am for yew rn right!!

anyways.. its 4pm havent had lunch yet am so fucking tired but soft rice.. soft white rice.... i want to sleep but rice....... call me basic but soft white rice is the best fucking thing in the entire world right after u. teacher gave my english composition an 80 i think ill end up on the news. i just stood up abruptly and the world went 🌀🌀🌀🌀 should i be worried..!!!!

THERE WAS AN OWL ON OUR ROOF THE OTHER DAY SO COOL i almost started writing akaashi hurt comfort (???) at school today but i didnt get time and now im Too Tired :(

im reading and the mountains echoed by khaled hosseini and erm. the plot is so questionable at times like wdym the guy was in love with his chauffeur wdym she tried to kill her sister and changed her mind last second so it was only paralysis but its ok bc she killed her fr next time. wdym this one girl dated her moms ex and then married her friend's ex like guys.. guys i have Questions..

IDK IF U READ JJK MANGA BUT U SHOULD READ JJK MANGA

i cant wait for ur birthday #weirdkidthings Im So Funny Guys Im So Funny

im going to sleep so hard tonight grrgrgrhrgrg i had ice cream on the way home from school YUM and then math kid era p2 i finished this one thinf before everyone else even started and the teacher asked if i did it qt home cuz wtf. ew now i remember her using her nail to create indentations in the paper and i feel nauseous my skin is crawling

WHATEVER eRmmrmrm im sitting on the stairs rn hashtag procrastination ahahahahah ive been writing this and zoninf out for the past 7 minutes yyyyyippeeee

im so tired guys let me sleeeep

my parenrs were supposed to find baby gender today but the little shit kept its legs shut and didnt let them see (just like me frl)

correction im lying on the stairs rn ..

honestly me x goshiki would be Bomb why is he so unpopular all his fics are mid or questionable so far,,,, anyways. konoha is so beautiful i would want him excpet i have like no grip on his character so #tweaks. i hate andrew tate so fkn much. i cant wait till i turn 16 idk i feel like life will be significantly cooler then. anyways bb i take my leave gotta go eat lunch

i hope youve eaten by the time ur reading this!!! stay hydrated and safe and dm me to be silly together whenever >:]]]]] i hope u have a WONDERFUL day sav!! ily <3

look at my man hes so gorgeous btw

alina... bf... :D alright then! umumumummm honestly there were many characters that i wanted to do a selfship with but i didnt want to be self shipping with the same character that someone im following consistently self ships with LMAO cause i feel like it gets weird for me at that point cause all the hcs in my head get mixed up? ANYWAY i just think of selfships with any character im hyperfixating on at that very moment... in fact my selfship very well may change!!!

anyway since im replying after you decided on yuulina... NOYA AGHHH U GUYS WILL BE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!! IM UR NO 1 SUPPORTER THIS IS YUULINA SUPPORT CENTRAL‼️‼️‼️

savyaku sounds so funny i need to thank of something that sounds better stop rn 💔 BUT I LOVE HIM SO SO SO SO SO MUCH IM SUPER EXCITED TO DO SOME SELFSHIP STUFF :))

u would so pull goshiki irl 🙂‍↕️

HELP thanks for the english lesson lina 😭 those terms always make me shudder because they were drilled into my head in my college comp class it was horrifying. and NO not mattsun i do NOT approve of that at this point in time!!!! AND IM OKAY!! tired as hell and i have 3 projects to work on <3 (i stacked my classes this year, im not proud.) IT IS NOW 3 PM AS I ANSWER THIS ASK SO SORRY IT TOOK ME LIKE 12 HOURS WOAH

honestly u were probably tired because you didn't eat but i digress... AND SOFT WHITE RICE HAS MY HEART IT MAY BE AN ASIAN THING?? and awh stawp😋 ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE ENGLISH TEACHER THAT YOU CORRECTED IN CLASS? THE ONE THAT CANT SPEAK AS WELL AS YOU?? insanity 😨 i may end up on the news as well. AND YOURE PROBABLY HUNGRY AND DEHYDRATED GO EAT AND DRINK WATER IF YOU HAVENT ALREADY WHAT??? PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!

WHAT AN OWL ON THE ROOF THATS SUPER COOL!! bro i love owls :( and ugh i get what u mean i feel like sometimes the time just slips away... but its okay! you'll have time at some later date <3 make sure you rest enough!!

guys what my jaw just dropped?? THOSE WERE THE MOST RANDOM PLOT POINTS YOU COULDVE LEFT ME WITH. NOW IM JUST CONFUSED? KINDA WANNA READ IT NOW (my readlist has 100+ books on it)...

AND IVE READ SOME OF IT BUT IM NOT UP TO DATE RN I HAVENT HAD MUCH TIME TO CATCH UP RECENTLY

im excited for your bday too!! im trying to math away the time differences in my head so like i would dm at 12 pm the day before your bday so i would catch u at midnight i THINK.

i hope u are having an AMAZING sleep rn alina!!! and u are so smart <3 barf ur teacher needs to stop doing that thats lowk unsanitary? in my book

HELP ME NOT THE JS LIKE ME FR 😭😭 hopefully u guys are able to figure out the gender soon!! im so excited for you guys <33

goshiki is under appreciated as a character honestly and i think its cause of his fuckass haircut 😭 NO OFFENSE TO YOU WHATSOEVER IM SORRY!! HES CUTE BUT THE HAIR IS NOT FOR ME. when i saw him shirabu AND tendou i was like "what the HELL is wrong with shiratorizawa they are all fucked" no they werent they had semi and ushijima BUT THAT WAS FIRST IMPRESSION ANYWAY also konoha UGRHSHSBNDMSJABD hes so!!! so!!! yeah!!! i love him sm... also how did we get on the topic of andrew tate hes such a weird guy i dont like him 💀 AND SO REAL im excited to be 16 <3

AND I HAVE!! make sure u eat something nutritious before school! and drink some water!! i hope your day is lovely <3 ily!!

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be like me [v]

trust

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her) rating: explicit for violence and sexual themes.  (18+. mdni.) word count: 7.4k summary:   there are few things in this galaxy that made Mando want to run, and you were one of them. because he is starting to see himself in you, and you in him.  warnings: canon-typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, blood, and injury, reader gets injured, reader gets verbally sexually assaulted, slimy gross men, mentions of sexual themes, minor character death, attempted kidnapping lol, use of one Bacta shot so needles, lots of fluff like tooth rotting pining notes:  here’s part 5! thanks for all the love, it makes me smile to see all the feedback ive been getting!! this chapter is kicking things up in the storyline a bit more, and ramping up to the next chapter! i hope yall enjoy, and as always feedback/reblogs/likes are v much appreciated!  also let me know if your tag didnt work/if i missed u it got a little weird lol. 

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your stay on Valara soured quicker than Eopie milk the moment your bounty was sealed into carbonite. 

the moment he'd fastened off the bounty to his frozen fate, Mando was as silent as the day you'd met. you could feel the anger brewing beneath his armor, festering and boiling as you stand on doe-legs; your jaw clenches in anxiety as you watch him storm past you, helmet not so much as tilting in your direction as he slams his hand against the hydraulics to open the entrance to the Crest.  "Mando, where are you going?" you ask, voice strong despite its retirement from the last forty-five minutes. 

a helmet whips over to even with you, as if just remembering your presence. "I need to get more information about where the drop was. it was weeks ago, Zuca could be anywhere by now." 

"okay, well-" you know you should mention whatever just happened, or maybe you shouldn't - you don't know what to do, Maker, everything happened so quick; your heart hasn't calmed down, you can feel his proximity still on your skin, his hand on your hip, the burning hand over your mouth... his thick thigh with its beskar casing against your aching cunt. every step you take is a reminder of the slick between your thighs, the absence of an orgasm leaving you foggy-brained and erratic. you shiver, a mixture between desire and fear - there's a bounty on your head. yours. and with your face in the galactic system and your Mandalorian shadow, almost anyone could find you. 

"no. stay here." he commands it. you barely move your mouth to speak before he's pointing at you sternly, "don't try to argue. it's not safe." 

you know he's right, but you furrow your brows, "exactly, which is why we should be leaving." you glare. is there even a brain behind that tin helmet? your chest heaves with a vicious rage; maybe it's your newfound freedom, or perhaps its something entirely different inside of you. but there's a clear change, you can feel it. you've felt it in the last few weeks. 

you're just so angry all the time - full of rage, full of the red hot desire for revenge that keeps guiding your mouth and hands before your brain can even consider the options. 

"were you not just in the same bathroom as I was?" Mando snaps, voice angry as he points out of the Crest towards the direction of town, "I know you heard what they said in there. they'll be looking for you. I need to protect the the kid, and it's a lot easier to get things done when I'm not also dealing with you." his voice is his regular, deep rumble, but it's angry and laced with something you can't recognize. 

you have to fight the flustered feelings in your chest at his mention of the bathroom from the cantina, but as he finishes his sentence, anger flares ruthlessly in your chest as you take a step forward, fists tightening. 

weeks ago, had any of this happened, you'd have cowered, sat back, just let it happen. you'd have simply closed your eyes with a deep breath and dreamt of the day where you find your family; now, you're boiling over, the anger making you wish you could snap his neck; put a laser straight through his stupid kriffing helmet visor. 

"do you really think they'll be anywhere other than the outpost? Batuu is not that big, you told me that yourself." you take staggering breaths to calm yourself, confused as to why he wasn't listening. "for someone who hunts bounty for a living, you sure aren't trying very hard to catch it." 

Mando takes a menacing step forward, closer to you. "I'm trying to keep you alive. which, if you can't tell, is not the easiest thing." 

you're seeing red. "well, sorry if I'm not more grateful. you're only keeping me alive to use as insurance for your precious credits." you spit, the words feeling foreign on your tongue; "collateral, right, Mandalorian? some bounty hunter you are." you shouldn't be insulting his profession, but there's nothing that can stop the rage that boils within you. every second you stay on this moon is one less second you'll have with your family. 

you turn away, intending to storm up into the ship's body and away from the infuriating man. but his words that follow just ignite the flames even more, "you don't know the first thing about hunting." 

"then TEACH ME!" you all but scream, turning around again, irritation boiling over and spilling through your voice. you feel strong emotions hitting your eyes at your mention of collateral: yes, at first it'd seemed like this was true, but recently it'd felt, perhaps, as though he'd kept you around because he liked your company. it just made it all the more painful as he grumbles out his next words, the wind of the night breeze ruffling his cape gently. 

"i tried. but a few weeks out of the nest and you suddenly think you're invincible." his voice is maliciously sarcastic, full of spite. it twists the blade of his words deep inside of you, corkscrewing viciously as you take a sharp breath. 

"out of the nest?!" you snarl, wheeling back around towards him. how dare he make it sound like you were just some sweet little innocent girl who stumbled too far away from home - how dare he insinuate anything about your life before him? "are you kidding?" you're shocked, overwhelmed with the emotions that swirl in your gut, a sour taste in your mouth. 

the two of you are like bombs. lighting each other's fuse and then dousing each other in kerosene, just to see who blows first. it was a fire lit the moment you'd stepped into that stall in the cantina; he'd coaxed feelings out of you that you'd never even imagined before... you shudder. you don't understand why it's gotten so bad recently, why you're so frustrated - but he's been just as bad. 

despite yourself, a tear of frustration slides down your cheek. quickly you whip it away, holding your ground as Mando crosses his arms, "you know-"  "-no, stop it!" you interject. your fingers wish to throw something at him, kick him - or hit him without breaking your fist. "fuck, Mando," you feel your eyes well up with emotion as you throw your worst look his way. "you've never trusted me. I know Zuca and the Ark'uz'iman. did you ever consider that I might have some good insight for you?" 

it's quiet, and in the silence you can't held but shake your head, the anger simmering back down as you stare in wait. but it's Mando, and he's never been one to apologize. something in you deflates. you don't know why you ever allowed yourself to get your hopes up about him. 

he's a weapon. a killer. he could never care for you. 

Mando takes a breath. "fine, we'll go to Batuu. but I taught you how to wield a blaster," he shoves the hilt of it into your chest harshly, as he moves towards the ladder of the hull, "so you better use it this time." 

you glare at the back of his head as he walks away. 

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Batuu's outpost is as deteriorated as your spirits when you and Mando trudged into town. 

the rain leaks through the rafters that cover the market and dribbles down onto the cobblestone, the quiet bustling of the natives hushed and calm. lanterns are strung up above your heads, twinkling and reflecting onto the wet stone as though they were little stars. the market must have once been fruitful, lively - but it's now riddled with hushed whispers, empty vendor kiosks, Batuuian rats, and old stains of mysterious maroon splatters. 

"look." Mando says stiffly, nodding up towards a rickety sign that swings in the rain; you have to fight the downpour to look up even through the partial cover of shelter. there's the insignia of the very syndicate you'd been tethered to for years, sitting plainly on a rusted metal, brazen and in the open. a huff escapes your lips, dry and unimpressed: it's insulting how little they tried to hide themselves in this outpost. 

"subtle." you mutter to yourself, shaking your head. Ark'uz'iman was once strong, but in the years since the fall of the Empire, it'd also fallen from its grace; there was nobody to hold guard in the entrance to the building at all as you follow Mando through the alleyway and duck into the small hall that leads into the building. 

your fingers are tight around the blaster at your thigh, swallowing back the warmth of your throat when Mando mutters, "stay close to me." 

you roll your eyes, about to mutter something witty back before he stops in his tracks, coming upon a large room that holds crates of galactic goods; your eyes graze over the weapons stacked in the crates, strewn between canned bantha meat and other smuggled delicacies. 

there are voices in the room, too. they're subtle, quiet, and you have to strain yourself to hear them. "there's six of them." Mando says quietly, and your brows barely furrow before you remember he's got heat sensors in his helmet. 

your throat goes dry at the thought of him using his heat sensors - has he done it around you? could he tell how weak he made you between your legs when he so much as spoke to you? 

you shake out of it as he motions for you to follow him, his helm poking over to corner briefly before turning back to you, "none of them are Zuca. they're all wearing green." 

you nod, not surprised. you doubt he'd still be here, after all. he's probably out in another planet, indulging in whatever sins he can get his hands on. or, perhaps, he's out there somewhere looking for you too. 

"the green jackets are for smugglers. none of them will know where he is." you whisper back, but a call from the room makes your head whip back, "hey!" 

as if on command, Mando whips around the wall and starts shooting; you're frozen for a second, the fear gripping you like a vice - you'd never really fought someone yet besides Mando; and you know that no matter how much he denies it, he goes easy on you. 

but these people are unforgivable; the scum of the galaxy, fueling hate and agony and danger and despair. 

the thought alone springs you into action, sliding yourself around in order to latch your sight onto one of the men in the room shooting at Mando; your first shot bounces off the wall and explodes a crate of jargon fruit cans. 

gritting your teeth, your face heats in embarrassment, dodging a shot that singes a few strands of your hair. your next shot in return hits the wall but then reflexes into the man's back, sending him yelling to the ground. he's out in an instant, your arm buzzes as your chest constricts - you just took someone's life. 

a grunt of pain snaps you out of it again as Mando's arm jerks back, a shot taking a rip out of his flight suit at the elbow. you don't hesitate as your blaster's triggered, hitting Mando's shooter right in the chest. 

the one to your left starts to charge towards you, catching you off guard as you shoot at the one near Mando. his arms are strong as they grab you, lifting you off the ground. panic floods through you at the feeling of his arms on you and you let out a scream, groaning as your breath leaves you.

you try to jab backwards towards the man's chest, but he lifts you and pulls back, effectively pushing hard into your chest cavity, a sickening crack following a searing pain that blossoms in your ribs. you let out a strangled, pained yelp, struggling to breath as the pain spreads, licking your throat, your stomach, your arms. the room smells like smoke and blaster residue, the other man shooting at Mando and lighting the room up with blaster red as the shots ricochet off of his beskar. you're panicking as you struggle in the man's arms - you can't suck in a breath, it hurts, so bad-  (you have to remember to breathe, cyar'ika.)

in a split second, you suck in a sharp inhale before slamming your heel down hard against the man's foot, the cracking noise sickening against your ragged breath. there's a chink in his hold as he reels from the pain and you kick back again, hitting his shin this time. it's a good thing this man wasn't wearing the beskar you'd grown accustomed to fighting against. 

you fall away from him, sliding towards Mando's legs as you roll, protecting your side as much as you can. you grab your blaster as you slide, and when you stand, the man who'd held you is crumpled on the ground with a shot through his forehead. your chest throbs along with your heartbeat, the pain making your vision swerve for a moment. you gasp to catch your breath, each shallow gulp ringing pain down your side. 

the last one standing raises his blaster; but as your eyes take in his face, the excersized flush drains from your face. 

you recognize him instantly. "Vros." your voice is strong and cuts through the droplets of water that trickle down the gutters outside. just when he looks at you, you pull the trigger, barely adjusting your aim. 

instead of hitting his chest, his own pistol flies from his grasp; he lets out a strangled yell of pain as he clutches his hand, the smoke rising calmly from the wound in his palm. Mando kicks back the pistol as it skitters towards you both and you tuck it into your waistband. 

Vros. one of Zuca's subalterns; he'd been based at Csilla's quarters for years with you, one of the largest confidants of your boss and certainly one of the most disgusting men you've ever known. shivers run down your spine, but you're shocked when you search for the fear you know would be instilled in you, instead coming up with red, hot anger. 

Mando's blaster is aimed at Vros's icy blue head as the man's eyes land on you. 

"oh, my my." Vros nods his head as his eyes take in your figure, "so what they say is true." 

you don't say anything, your heart thundering as your hand squeezes the pistol. Mando is unmoving beside you, a statue of cold resilience, of patience - he was letting you take the reins. 

at your silence, Vros grins, gesturing to you as if beckoning a lover. "i've missed you, pretty girl. i was wondering if you'd really left Csilla." he coos, and it's slimy as it slicks through his mouth. you feel sick. 

"where is he?" you grit your teeth. all you see in your mind is a blaster shot between the eyes of Zuca. 

"he's heartbroken." he chides, tsk-ing as he shakes his head, "he's been searching for you. he's going out to your old stomping grounds, you know." his eyes glint maliciously. 

your eyes widen; Zuca? on your home planet? your heart strikes cold with fear: he knows where your family is; what if he hurts them? is he going to use them as collateral for you? 

your heart flutters with yearning, desire... something else. you resist the urge to look up at Mando, yet you're still comforted by his warmth, the proximity of your two bodies. your stomach twists as you realize the burning smell is coming from Mando's arm wound, just to your right. 

"what planet?" you push, your pistol almost shaking with the anger that flows through your veins. but it's like you aren't saying anything, the way his eyes move over you, a grin on his face. 

"you clean up nicely, don't you? you want to come home with me tonight, girl?" he smirks at you, eyes dark. but you don't cower; no, you fume.  "Vros, where the fuck is he?" you ask evenly, hand leveled with the pistol down the barrel of his nose. 

but you're ignored, as always. Vros's eyes widen in understanding at his one-sided conversation. "oh, so you're... you're his. i see." his eyes flicker from you to Mando's looming figure. something sour swirls in your gut. "let me have her for a few hours, at least?" he smirks as he boldly asks Mando. Vros's words make you grit your teeth; want to squeeze his neck until it snaps. 

at Vros' prompting, Mando takes a step forward, concealing half of your figure. pressing forward, Mando's weapon threatens the man's skin with unwavering calmness. you can feel the anger that swirls up around Mando in plumes as he nearly growls, "where is Zuca?" 

but Vros still doesn't even bat an eye, instead craning his neck to catch a glimpse of you yet again from behind the concealment of Mando's wide body. "are you sure, Mando?" he looks to him, "I'd pay you handsomely for 'er. girls that look like her are worth hundreds of credits, even after i'm done with them-" 

and then there's a loud sound, an echo of a blaster shot and a moment of a scream; then it's quiet, the breeze running cold through your veins. 

Vros lays, lifeless, on the ground. Mando's blaster is smoking slightly as he lowers his arm - you can't tear your eyes away from the sickly smirk on Vros' lifeless body; the smile etched onto his blue face forever, grinning up at the stars. 

you blink, deflating. 

"you killed him." you state dumbly, anger starting to bubble up again in your chest. you look up at him as he turns to you, "why did you kriffing shoot him, Mando?" you yelp. he knew where Zuca was. he may have been your only chance. 

it's silent for a moment, the anger radiating off of you both and onto each other. something in you twists as you swear you can see a glint from behind the mask. 

"he wasn't going to tell us any more than he already had," he says simply. "he was spewing nonsense." 

you swallow dryly. that's for sure. 

your hands shake, the adrenaline of the fresh blood on your hands and your aching ribs causing tremors throughout your body. it doesn't go unnoticed by Mando. he says your name.

"are you okay?" he asks, hands jerking towards you before hesitating, hovering in the air awkwardly. they drop as quickly as they reached out, and it leaves you feeling colder than before. 

you swallow the bile that sits heavy in your throat, pressing your lips together slightly before nodding, not trusting your voice. you drop to your knees to avoid his stare, unable to look at that pitying feeling emanating from his mask. it makes you squirm. 

you rifle through Vros's dead body, trying to even your stuttering breaths as the pain throbs through you as you pull miscellaneous items out in search for anything that could hint as to where your home planet is. there's a fob in his pocket that you pull out quickly, pocketing the credits alongside it. Mando's staring at you, and you stare back, "what? it can't hurt to have some extra pocket money." you defend. 

"show me that." he says, palm out stretched towards you and the fob you hold. you simply place it in his hand, standing back up to your full height to examine it with him. 

there's an etched few symbols that you recognize faintly in your mind; it's associated with lights, a festival - your home. "this is- this is from my home." you say, surprised at the void in your voice where affection and yearning should be. 

Mando looks at you, "how are you sure?" 

you swallow. "i'm not." you admit honestly, the vulnerability leaking through your features, gnawing on your lip. this isn't the first time you've wondered if he's annoyed with the burden of your amnesia, but you realize now that the sweet sting of knowing it'd be so much easier if Zuca had never taken those memories from you is no longer just yours to bear. somehow, it almost makes you feel better despite the guilt that Mando can carry some of this weight alongside you. if he chooses. 

the fob turns over in his orange-tipped gloves. the leather is cracked, and the fabric is covered in jet grease, blaster residue, and a blue smudge that looks suspiciously like the Kid's breakfast. his flight suit is a dark, deep brown, creased from a lifetime of work; your eyes trail up slowly until they land on the wound that has cauterized but is red and angry nonetheless. a strike in your stomach pangs you: you were so fond of him... you almost flush in embarrassment. 

"-we still have some bacta in the Crest, right?" you say then, eyes not moving from where they observe his arm. your ribs are sharp as you take a breath, but you keep your eyes away from his gaze - the muscles underneath his left vambrace clench and flex as he turns over the fob in his hand. 

"I can tend to it later." he dismisses you easily, as though his injury was a splinter and not a shot wound. you shake your head at his pain tolerance, but you gulp. you're afraid to admit your fears of the break in your ribs - was it residue from the physical trauma you endured back at Csilla? were you still afraid of Mando, after everything? did you just want to prove to him that you aren't a burden? 

you lick your lips and swallow, knowing you can fight through it and possibly sneak off to find some healing ointment for yourself on your way back to the Crest. "maybe they have some information stowed here." you suggest, dropping it in hopes that he wont notice the pain laced onto your face. 

"it better not be DNA encrypted." he mutters, and you huff, wincing slightly at the sharp shooting of pain through your chest. your hand holds your side as you walk towards the hall, blaster raised, "you're telling me, Mando. I'm done pricking my fingers for this piece of shit." 

"I'm not going back to Ryloth with you ever again, that's for sure." Mando gently jokes as he kicks away the weapons and wipes the blood off his cuirass. you roll your eyes when his back is turned, hiding your grin as you slink around the room, grabbing some cans of food to stuff into your satchel. 

"there's something here." Mando's voice calls from behind you, sifting through several papers that look like receipts on the table next to a crate of automatic rifles. you find your way back to him with winded breaths, sharp pain stinging your chest. you grit your teeth through it - how the hell did Mando just walk around so normally with such wounds all the time? you come up beside him, blinking down at the full paper he holds in his grip: just to be met with your face staring back up at you.  "woah." you say dumbly, reading over your own file, as seen by the Ark'uz'iman syndicate. your name is up top, followed by your name day, height, age, an image of yourself; your throat dries up as you keep reading. 

Planet of Purchase: Daluuj. 

"Daluuj." you echo the words you read. "that's where i'm from..." you swallow thickly, emotions swirling around in your head heavily. your tongue feels heavy, but a sharp pain in your ribs makes you gasp. 

Mando's head turns down towards you, but you avert your gaze, grabbing the file from his hands, folding it to stick into your waistband. "can we- can we get back to the Crest?" you ask meekly, the sudden weight for the day pulling you down, drooping your eyelids. 

his hand falls onto your forearm with no hesitation this time; your eyes snap to the touch, surprised at the sudden contact. it's warm and feather-light, almost timid in nature. "are you okay?" his voice is soft when it hits your ears, sending a warmth striking down into your stomach.

you nearly shiver at the tenderness laced into his words, looking up at him through your lashes, "yeah. I kind of- I think that guy may have broke my rib. it's fine." you nod, shrugging lightly, playing off the pain as casual. 

he's stoic, hand resting on your arm as he stares down. the visor is dark, but you can feel the concern ebbing from him, as if his brows are drawn, eyes searching to assess your injury. you almost squirm under his attention. "come on, we have a Bacta shot back home." he draws away from you, making a beeline for the exit of the building. on his way out, he pockets two smuggled grenades for himself, holstering them on his belt; though his hesitation in the threshold of the entrance does not go unnoticed by you as he waits for you gently to catch up to him. 

you bite your lip; he was going to give you a Bacta shot? those are terribly expensive. you follow him, sticking close to his side as you walk out of the Ark'uz'iman building. 

but you don't notice the hooded figure's reflection in the rainy cobblestone until you're being tackled to the ground, a net smothering your body. 

you can't help the scream of pain that escapes you as the force of another body smacks you into the pavement, but you don't intend for it to be his name. "Mando!" 

you barely see through the net as Mando's soon shot with the same kind of netting as yours, a grunt as he smacks into the side of a market building. "dank ferrik!" he groans, struggling to fight against the restraints. you moan in pain, the sharp pain aching your whole body as you struggle against the person above you; they lay on top of you, struggling to force bindings onto you through the net. you kick hard, you head-butt, throw elbows, groaning as you struggle. 

hands grab at your sides roughly, pulling at your net and slamming you back down hard; you see stars float in your vision at the impact on your ribs and you can't breathe at all - kicking, shoving; your mind reels to remember everything Mando's taught you. 

finally, your hands grasp the dagger that lives on your hip, unsheathing it and swiping it across the figure's body near your head as hard as you can. your knife gets stuck in something hard and you can't help the cry from your throat at the sickening feeling of warm blood, dripping down from the perpetrator onto your own face.

the dagger stays sheathed in the body’s neck as it is thrown off of you with a force of a gundark. your scream ripples through the empty cobblestone street, spitting furiously as you try to keep the foreign blood out of your mouth and your lungs full of air. 

hands grab you and you kick hard, your knee contacting hard metal that sends echoes of agony throughout your shin - beskar. "M-Mando, fuck." you whimper, pain searing though you as your companion pulls apart the net that suffocates you, his own still caught by his legs and hip. 

he shushes you, looking around as you blink the pain and stars from your eyes, hands shaking to help him rip apart the net. "he was a hunter." Mando explains, looking back from the slumped, lifeless body to your right. "he had our pucks." 

you're dizzy, exhausted, and you let your head fall against the wet cobblestone, eyes closed as you tilt up towards the weeping sky; fuck, you needed help. you were hurt, and you needed help. "M-Mando," you gasp out with a wince, opening your eyes and craning to look at where he crouches next to you, "it hurts." you sound broken, and you hate it. the man's blood flows off of your face and throat in streaks, the hot, thick liquid mixing with the light and viscous rainfall as they swirl into the street. you spit his blood from your mouth, fighting the rising bile. 

"we're going back. can you stand?" he asks, leaning back as you try to sit up, a sharp pain stuttering your movement until you wail, jerking back in pain. "fuck," you hiss lowly, hands shaking as they come up to your abdomen. "sorry." you groan, shaking your head. 

Mando's glove falls onto your shoulder, the touch warm and unprecedented; you nearly jump as your eyes fall onto his mask. droplets of rain slick down his helmet, curving into the contours of false cheekbones; your eyes follow their small trails and you wonder if they curve into his skin, along the phantom jawline you'd so dreamt of in the dark hours of the night. 

"okay." his hands slowly move, snaking under your knees and shoulders gently, "I'll have to carry you. hold on to me and try not to move." 

his voice is gentle in his instructions as he starts to lift up, your groans cutting through the trickling of rain gutters; the outpost was miserable and desolate, and your cries fell upon empty alleys. 

you don't remember much from the end of the walk back - your hand streaked with someone's blood upon his contoured helmet, holding on as if it was tethering you to this realm; everything fades fast until the sway back and forth of Mando's pace and the thrum of his heart against your cheek carries you into Mando's quarters, strewn onto the bed. 

-- 

Mando hoped you couldn't tell how badly his hands were shaking. 

you lay now, spread before him on top of his charcoal sheets - an image he'd seen in his mind countless times the last few weeks, though always in this circumstance. 

in his mind's eye, you'd always be writhing around in pleasure, face flustered as he took you apart; methodical, slowly, passionately. your hair would be splayed out on his sad, flat pillow, your eyes shining with pleasure, ecstasy. 

but as he looks down at you, all your eyes hold is pain.

Mando, you breathe out. his breath hitches as he leans down, setting the med pack next to you; he reminds himself to thank you later for replenishing your stock of medical supplies on the last run.

"I am going to have to put it into your ribs." he says matter-of-factly, eyes searching your features for any more fear, but only finding acceptance. you nod sharply at him through your shallow breaths, your chest rising and falling sharply, "okay," you say smally. 

"I trust you."

his chest flutters at your words and he's thankful you can't see him blush as he nods at you, pulling out the prep swabs, alcohol, sterilized needle. 

despite his worry over your injury, he was so proud of you.

you hadn't even hesitated when you'd ran into all those members of the syndicate; you'd fought and avoided and dank ferrik, you'd even remembered to go for the feet and shins. and then, after he'd been shot - you'd stood and not hesitated to shoot the man who had shot him.

Mando watches you, the way your eyelashes flutter closed, the breath that puffs from your plumped lips through sweat-flushed cheeks; he swallows roughly. everything seemed so normal, you'd barely batted an eye after killing three men; those same hands which had trembled just a moon ago when they'd first held a blaster in their soft grasp.

he can't help the shuddering breath as he realizes it: you were becoming like him. 

it sends anxiety through his whole body, the crushing realization that you had been imbrued with the burden of another's life. your eyes, bright and more alluring than any sight in the whole galaxy: now dimmed with the pain that comes with his line of work. 

he'd broken countless ribs in his time, and it twists his stomach to see you go through it for the first time. you were corrupted by him. he sees that anger in you now - it's in your face, your eyes... there's a vengeful anger that spits words from your mouth when he tells you what to do, there's a stubbornness in your body when a threat poses itself. and then, there was Vros, the slime that Mando had lost control of and shot dead before they could get any more information. he shudders slightly, remembering the rage that boiled inside of him at the words he'd spoken about you. 

(girls that look like her are worth hundreds of credits, even after i'm done with them.)

the memory of it makes him clench his fists, resisting the urge to destroy. it makes him sick, the way that he couldn't control himself. you are dangerous for him, and you have no clue. 

as he gently coaxes your shirt up, coursing over the softness of your bare stomach, your hand falls onto his forearm fleetingly before falling to the cot below you. 

he sees the goosebumps on your skin under his gloves and it twists his heart even further: he'd been attracted to you immediately when he'd first seen you, though he knows he'd started to have feelings for you after only a few days of your company; that hurt him, it scared him - 

there are few things in this galaxy that made him want to run, and you were one of them. because he is starting to see himself in you, and you in him. 

you're staring at him again. 

it's weird when you do it, so openly, so devotedly, as if you couldn't bare to look away. as if you could see him through the mask; a stupid thought, he knows, but one he liked to indulge in nonetheless. 

trust was a hard thing to find in this life. it was flimsy, fleeting, unreliable - but one thing that's been constant is you. you're changing, he can feel it, but throughout it all, all of the fear, the anger, the ambivalence, the arguments that seem to bubble up daily between you and his clashing personalities; through it all, you were there. 

he's realized after saving the kid that even someone like him, with a life like his, needs love. 

and you are a testament to that. 

Mando knows his strength, he knows that he could plow through a crowd to get to what he needed; but as he looks down at you in pain, near tears on his bed because of him, it's simple. it's clear.

he'd put the entire universe to the blade for you. every time. 

-- 

you're stuck in the world of your discomfort until Mando's gentle tone cuts through the ship. the kid is in his pram, wide eyes peeking over the edge in concern. you smile to him weakly, cooing softly. his head tilts back in response. 

"are you ready?" is all he says, voice low. you swallow, wiping the sheen of sweat from your brow, "yes." you respond, breathing shallowly. he nods once, moving to set down the sterilized needle onto the side table before moving to pull at his gloves.

your eyes widen as the first one is removed, a hand that nearly glows in the damp room in its bareness. his skin is tanned, the same tone as the skin of his back you'd seen last; your breath leaves you this time not from pain, no, from wonder. 

you don't say anything until Mando's flicking the needle, testing the Bacta inside it. "you don't have to." you say gently. he doesn't have to. you know he could just as well give you this shot without taking his gloves off, he's certainly done everything else with them. no, he's chosen to take of his glove. to touch you. 

his helmet cants towards you, "I know I don't have to." he's sure. the butterflies flutter through your torso and it makes you bite back a sheepish grin, flustered by his kindness. 

you're helpless as his bare hands touch you. you're putty, pliant, giddy, full of wonder as the warmth of his dry hands cascade over your shivering body, gently easing the bacta shot into your ribs and soothing over it easily. you barely feel the sharp pinch as he injects you. 

"there, done." he leans over you slightly, until you open your eyes and see him looming over you. "it should start to work pretty soon." he nods. 

you send him a smile, a flush blossoming through your chest at the silence. he doesn't move, just staring down at you in peace. "so how'd I do? I shot someone." you say, the healing medicine of the Bacta shot soon coursing energy through you. you gently scoot, making room for Mando if he so chooses to sit next to you. 

he actually laughs at your words, you can see it in his shoulders and the way he shakes is head in amusement. it's a deep rumble that soothes your stomach and makes your cheeks heat up. "you did. a few people." 

you lift one shoulder, still breathing shallow as the pain starts to dissipate gently, slowly. "I'm sorry, though. that I got hurt. I just-" you cut yourself off, embarrassed. but Mando's patient for you, always. "i just thought maybe..." maybe you'd be proud of me, for how I fought. but you don't say that, "that if I wasn't there, you wouldn't have had to use the shot on me. and maybe you could have avoided getting hurt if I'd done better." 

your eyes fall pointedly to his arm, where the skin is still marred. 

"no, ka'ra, it's not your fault." he shakes his head, leaning down to his knees. you swallow as his helmet is evened with your eyes, kneeling down to your height. your handprint, crusted maroon with the blood of another man, is still smeared down the front of his helmet and it makes your heart thump in pain. "you did well. I'm glad I had you by my side."  

neither of you say anything; the air is tender, thick with the memories of the last few days and everything that's happened - you briefly wonder if Mando's even slept in the last cycle.

but soon, your breath catches in shock. Mando's slowly reaching out to thumb a loose strand of your hair, smoothing it gently and snugly near your temple.

his bare hand, the skin tingling against the intimate touch of your head; you're breathless, afraid to move to as to startle him. it's like sighting a rare, desired animal while hunting in the woods. his hand is warm and bare against you and it blankets you in a peaceful comfort. 

calmed by his gesture, your eyes flicker away, up towards the small ledge that holds the few items Mando keeps in his room: a spare handlight, one of the kid's llittle toy balls, and-

your heart skips.

the Sable, just next to his cot.

it sits, polished next to the other items, of which have caught a layer of dust. but the Sable, it sits proud and clean, as though he's cared for it all these weeks. he'd accepted your gratitude, he'd accepted your culture even though you didn't truly know it. you had no true religion, no culture, just a family waiting out there for you. and he'd accepted that. cherished it. 

you want to cry.

your swell of emotion must be misinterpreted by your companion as his touch lingers; his hand drops from your space gently. "look at me." he says gently. though just as his hand slips away, you catch it in your own grasp; warm skin on warm skin, the electric touch of two beings who long for a connection in a vast and isolated universe. 

you yearn to do it, to feel your lips pressed against his knuckles; to express your gratitude for everything he's done, despite how you sometimes treated him - but you don't. 

instead, your breath hits his hand warm and heave, a breath of thank you barely a whisper as it passes your devoted lips. he doesn't pull his hand away until you release it, and you finally break the moment by looking back up at him. 

"you did amazing, c'yare. and we know where to go. we will wait until you are healed." he says gently, affection lacing his words. it makes you grin, nodding a watery agreement. stars, you needed to rest.

amazing, he'd said. you want to mention the Sable. you should, you should tell him- you should tell him how fucking much he means, how important he and the kid are, how - how this is the one place in the universe you feel safe. but it doesn't allow itself to fall from your lips - not yet. 

"i wish i could be more like you." you say softly instead. you're feeling better and less in pain by the second, and the soft breath that falls from Mando's modulator eases your shoulders and swirls in your stomach. "no, you don't." he says gently, a lullaby that rocks you into a deep affection as he moves, rising up from crouching in front of you to sit next to you. he leaves a sizable space between you, his thigh not touching yours. 

staring down, your lips quirk up into a half-smile. despite your injuries, you can't believe you found out where your family is. you were going to finally find them. you don't let the tears fall, for fear that Mando may have a heart attack thinking he'd upset you again. 

"I guess," you start, turning to look at him as you pull the med kit towards you to begin your applications on his arm wound, "despite it all, it was a good thing. I'm going home. thank you for teaching me." 

Mando's pulling the child into his arm that is not occupied by your healing ministrations, "you are becoming a great fighter. I'm... I'm happy for you." you barely notice the lilt laced through his words. 

"you can't have success without a hiccup, right?" you lick your lips, repeating something Mando had mumbled to you once last week when you'd been repairing the Crest, "so I guess you can't have glory without a little gore." pulling out bacta wipes and bandages, distracting yourself from your shaking hands as you prepare to help Mando dress his own wound. 

it's silent, then with a huff of amusement, "that's why our faces are over every single bounty in this system, ka'ra." 

and despite yourself you grin. 

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next

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[anzynai]

Hii it's the anon who sent the ask Abt looking other places for fanfic so I found this longfic called Ocean Mist on Wattpad and there's specifically a chapter called "Ticklish", Yuu finds out Azul is ticklish in that one and it's sooo cute(tbh I just loved the whole fic so much flustered Azul <3)

Additionally, on AO3, you may or may not have found these already because they're not tagged but they're tkl fics

Tickle Attack (You notice the octatrio isn't feeling well, cheer-up tickles ensue)

Tsuisorando Shotsu (I'm not sure if I spelled the name right, but there are quite a few tkl fic chapters in there, I think it's best to just select "read entire work" and command-f "tickl" bc that's what I did to avoid anything potentially explicit) But just in case you don't want to come across anything like that, there's the chapter 'Our Lovable Octopus' which might have had one vague explicit implication but I don't think there was anything major and the tickling was wholly sfw

A Fine Line Between - I just liked this fic in general the M isn't for any sexual content, and there's a tkl scene (if you wanna skip to just that part, I'd recommend just clicking read entire work and command-f 'tickl')

Also, I'm not sure if you already know this (probably do, but just in case) there's some fics w/Azul that were made in 2023)

On Wattpad, NGL I just looked up 'twst tickl' and sifted through the stuff I got so sorry that I couldn't rec much stuff, also I saw this one that was a transcript of tkl audios but there was an explicit chapter in there meaning this was probably a kink for them so I clicked out)

Ffn's mostly AO3 cross posting so there isn't anything there you wouldn't find on AO3 (I'm saying this to myself because I was about to check only to realize that everything there's on AO3, sorry)

Tbh I mostly looked for every single fic I could find on AO3 and then ended up also finding sfw tkl scenes in the process (I also command F'd a bunch of longfics) so I can mostly just say specific scenes from certain fics sryyy

Anyways, I hope at least one of these is new to you <3

hello anon! thank you sooo much for these, i already read the first one just now and it was so cute omg and also i thought i was the only one who would search for tickle content by using “tickl” cuz it can be ticklish, tickling, tickle, and litwrally just all that LOL anyways these are very appreciated and if u ever find any more, please dont hesitate to send them my way hehe

im going to link some of the ones from ao3 under the cut

so tickle attack which is by missyliz - which i haven’t read yet! it seems really cute tho!

and uhh i couldnt actyally find the next fic tbh😭😭 i searched high and low but maybe im missing something?? could u possibly provide an author?

a fine line between by kyuubiluver342 - i actually havent reqd this one either but i did skim over it so for others, the scene is near the end of chapter 2 and from what i’ve seen, it’s comfort tickles

and yeah, ffn is something i noticed did have lots of crossposting, but i never really minded because i dont really know how to work the website anyway LOL

also since you shared some, ill share one that i found also!

so the first one is giggles by psycheprincess — this one isnt tickle centric but it does have a small scene

and here’s a SNIPPET of a scene in this azujami one-shot — that is this is me by dizplixity but the wcene is very short so i have a photo below

and im assuming u have read the fics under the tickling tag, but there’s some really cute ones there too! if not, i don’t mind sharing them:)

again, thanks for these recommendations and i really didnt expect them to be centered around the octatrio so it was a nice surprise hehe <33

[madwickedawesome]

i need classical music recs for a tragic love story

NOT putting this under a cut actually because i wish to curse everyone's dashes with these songs . they are all so good please listen to them if you like classical pretty please with like 3 cherries on top!!!!

anywaysOK!! a lot of these songs may seem like regurgitated Sad Classical Music that i use for everything but u have to trust me . when u listen to some of these in a Mood ur entire soul will be crushed i Promise u u have to trust me u have to believe m

i didnt know what Specific vibe u wanted so i kind of took my own creative liberties hope thats alright .. !!Also youre going to have to ignore how LONG classical names are

rachmaninoff - rhapsody on a theme by paganini, op. 43: var 18 (andante cantabile) --- this song plays moreso into the love story part of it but this piece is genuinely sooo beautiful (as are all of rachmaninoffs works lets be honest here).. it is SO romantic it kind of feels like being with someone you love and feeling fireworks and explosions upon realizing you love them, it's very very very lovesick and goes to show the giddy feeling of knowing someone is making you and your life better just by being near you <3

albinoni - adagio in g minor --- this specific arrangement in my playlist is my favoriteee ever.. it uses both harp and general orchestral strings to complete an overwhelmingly Emptying piece of music . this song is very like. "i'm lost without them" kind of thing.it's so melancholy but it also just emphasis any holes in a listener's heart; it's kind of boring if you listen to it while you're in a good mood? but Trust me if you're even remotely sad or yearning you will LOVE love love this piece

ravel - pavane pour une infante défunte, m. 19 (pavane for a dead princess) --- this one is another Especially Life Ruining If You're In The Mood piece; as the name suggests, it's a pavane (slow dance, essentially) which already gives it a lovely undertone, but it's for a Dead Princess and is full of grief and is notoriously played excruciatingly slowly. this song really feels like loss, whether it's post-argument or post-relationship or post-right-person-wrong-time, it emphasizes the feeling of being without someone in retrospect and how different emotions manifest themselves. some points in the song are lovely, full of reminiscing on memories of happiness, but the whole song has a freezing blanket thrown over it to remind everyone that it's for a Dead Princess and a Dead Connection

grieg - holberg suite, op. 40: iv. air (andante religioso) --- this piece is just generally soul crushing??? it feels like the air after particularly heartbreaking disputes, losses, rejections, all the like .......?? it generally carries an emptying vibe like the others do, but this one is laced with love through the middle, showing complexities in relationships and how love is inescapable, despite obstacles

cimarosa - sonata no. 42 in d minor --- this piece is short but sweet..... this is mostly a lovey song, but has a vague melancholy vibe if you really listen.. i always love to interpret this song as looking back on memories with a loved one and realizing just how much you miss them, how dull life is without them happy and right by your side . a quite simple piece but it illustrates the vibe perfectly :)

shostakovich - five pieces for two violins and piano: i. prelude --- about 30% of this reasoning behind this song is that it's shostakovich and i must have him inall of my playlists because he is my special guy. BUT this song is So many emotions . it is so heartbreaking initially, briefly grows into moderately upbeat happiness, then returns to a slower tempo soaked in both love and regret. it feels like the air after a loss, the air while missing someone to the point of it eating you alive; it's a gut wrenching rendition of . horrified love ? is the word that came to mind? it is so Sad

tchaikovsky - valse sentimentale, op. 51, no. 6 --- this song is just. emotional . it's full of love and you can hear the happiest parts of love fighting the worst, it's suffocating and captivating all the same??? i'm not 100% sure how i'd place this piece into a situation . maybe desperate pleas with oneself or another to be loved, to experience connection, something like that??? all that's to be sure is that this piece makes chests constrict it is so full of love and care and life but is simultaneously so full of despair and pain and ouuguhgh i just adore this piece really

poulenc - flute sonata, fp 164: ii. cantilena --- this piece is so sad it is so sad. it feels like the realization that you may be losing someone, whether it's to another or to nature or to life or really anything. halfway through, it evolves into more of a hopeful piece, with a flute sounding like a bird singing, but still falls down the steep downhill slope that Will make you So distraught if you listen to this while in the right mood

the entirety of prokofiev's romeo and juliet ballet --- this is mostly a joke but also. juliets death piece (it was WAY too long to put in here) is so heartbreaking so ..? stares at you with big classical loving eyes?

here's all of those wrapped up neatly with a little bow !! (tumblr refuses to let me link directly for some reason???) i hope they work for you!!!!

[local-crater-group]

--PRIVATE TRANSMISSION--

[Jaunty Fluttering of Two Sparks, Nine Materials, a Million Bells, Flightless Parallels of Balance, Accented Looking of One Imprisonment, Everything Alight in an Ideal World, Saccharine Sunset]

JET: Everyone! Fang's vulture eggs hatched!! There are two, and they are so cute!!

JET: Mother is watching over them. Fang has an Overseer watching as well. They are the size of fang's hand!!

SS: wooo!! thats so cool!

ALOOM: That's Interesting! I did not know that they were going to hatch soon!

FPB: Congratulations, Jet!! Are all of the hatchlings healthy?

JET: Yes! They are all healthy! Mother has been keeping a good eye on them. Fang is, a little upset though, due to missing the actual hatching.

JET: Fang has been, busy.

FPB: Ah, that is good! Hope they stay that way! May they live a prosperous life, may the gods leave them free of the Cycle, may they flourish and prove themselves if not.

SS: yeah uh. that.

SS: congrats!

JET: Such amazing little creatures.

JET: Fang loves them. When they can leave nest, fang is going to train them, like fang did with mother. Fang thinks it may be useful.

SS: jet youre gonna end up with an army of vultures

JET: And that is a good thing! One can never have to many vultures.

ALOOM: It Can Be if They start swarming Others' Cans.

JET: There won't be that many.

SS: i wouldnt mind if a vulture swarmed my can... as long as it didnt destroy me

SS: gl with your great vulture army!

JET: Thank you! They will grow up big and strong, and well behaved.

JET: Aloom, how are you feeling?

ALOOM: Hm? Oh, I am Alright. Just Sore is all.

SS: once again, glad youre alright!

ALOOM: I Know. Everything Is Just kind of, Fuzzy.

FPB: A great vulture army, to take over the world... Well, I thank thee for the idea for my next writing project!

SS: how long did you zone out for, if you just came to that conclusion

FPB: Shush, dear.

JET: Will fang be mentioned in this writing project?

FPB: It'll probably be a completely fictional story! I'd be glad to include you in it though, if you wish.

FPB: and Accented, how is everything fuzzy? Are there any issues that might be causing it?

JET: Oh that is alright then! No need to mention fang.

ALOOM: Just, It's Weird. I, Don't feel Right.

FPB: Have you run a general systems check? Just in case.

ALOOM: Mmm I can Not. It is, Not Working.

FPB: Not working? Oh dear, even that is enough of a sign.

EAIW: That is an understatement. ALOOM, how many of your systems are broken or unfunctional enough that even a systems check doesn't work?

ALOOM: Uhm.

ALOOM: Most of Them, I Believe.

JET: How come, you never mentioned anything, sister?

ALOOM: It Is, Really Not A Big Deal.

EAIW: not a big deal?

EAIW: ALOOM, I love you, I really do, but come on.

EAIW: something, no matter how insignificant, malfunctioning is never a good sign. Now upscale that by at least a hundred times.

EAIW: This is a big deal

ALOOM: Most Of My Can Is Destroyed, There Is Nothing We Can Do.

ALOOM: I Can't Repair Myself, And I Am Not Sure How Much Longer I'll Be Functioning For.

JET: W What?

FPB: oh dear.

JET: Sister, c come on, you u will be o o okay. Promise e.

EAIW: ...

FPB: oh gods.

EAIW: what

EAIW: how long has this been happening

ALOOM: A While?

EAIW: and why didnt you tell us

EAIW: were your siblings were here to help

ALOOM: But, What Are You To Do? We Can't Leave Our Cans.

SS: ...no one can leave their cans

EAIW: that

EAIW: so you refused to even tell us because of a universal fact that every single one of us faces.

EAIW: we could have done something, in the early stages of your deterioration

EAIW: would you like to hear the entire list of solutions that could have been implemented, but now its too late because you decided to keep your condition to yourself for gods know what reason?

ALOOM: ...

ALOOM: sorry

EAIW: you should be.

EAIW: gods, we care about you, youre our sibling, why wouldnt we need to know.

FPB: Alight, calm down a bit.

FPB: You are correct, but do not blame her.

EAIW: listen to yourself

EAIW: its their own fault if they didnt deign to let us know!

FPB: Calm down.

FPB: As I said, you are correct. She should have told us (we haven't forgotten that you're still here, Accented. sorry for the impoliteness), yes.

FPB: It's, as you said, too late for that now.

FPB: We should be figuring out how to help her, not blaming her.

EAIW: ...

ALOOM: but what is there even to do

ALOOM: I've Tried Everything, And nothing works.

FPB: We will figure something out.

FPB: I'm sure there's something.

SS: please dont die

SS: please

SS: please

ALOOM: I-

JET: Fang has been thinking, we will figure it out. We are siblings, and siblings help each other. Aloom, next time this ever happens, you will tell us, or at least tell fang.

JET: Fang will do regular check ins, while Fang figures out a way to help. Fang will at least fix you, and everything will be okay.

ALOOM:

ALOOM: Okay, I Trust You.

FPB: Siblings stick together. Something will be figured out.

EAIW: ...yeah

JET: Fang will contect NMMB as well. ALOOM, any change in your status, you will tell fang.

FPB: Tell all of us.

ALOOM: Fine. I will.

ALOOM: I Just, Don't want You all to Waste resources on Me.

JET: Nonsense, you are our sibling, resources will never be wasted on you. Fang would do the same thing for anyone in the group.

FPB: It's not as if we're using them for anything else.

FPB: You're always priority.

ALOOM:

ALOOM: I forgot My Puppet could Cry.

ALOOM: Unless that is Blood.

ALOOM: Looks Like It.

FPB: Oh.

FPB: What happened? I don't believe that our blood is supposed to haphazardly make an appearance...

ALOOM: This just Happens Somtimes.

JET: What.

FPB: Oh dear.

JET: ALOOM, Fang is forcing a system check. If your systems can't, fangs will.

ALOOM: Please don't.

FPB: ...Be careful.

JET:

JET: Aloom, fang is seriously disappointed in you for not telling us sooner. This is not good!

FPB: Assuming you did the check, how bad is it?

JET: It's bad.

JET: Fang, fang is going to go. Fang needs to figure this out.

[JFTS has disconnected]

FPB: ...

FPB: oh dear.

ALOOM: Apologies.

[ALOOM has disconnected]

[buggyrpt]

this may be a depressing confession… but my very first friend from 2011/12 rp era unfollowed me on social media 😔 it made me realize that i’m really sad that i sucked at maintaining friendships ooc through the years, and that i didn’t really find my place in the dynamic when i tried to rejoin the community. however i do realize i had an angry and angsty presence when i was really active, so i’ve grown to realize it’s probably for the best that things ended up that way 🥲 but i think of everyone i’ve encountered so fondly, and i hope everyone is safe and healthy.

and i hope youre doing amazing too buggy!!! always sending love

aw bestie. i for one know how much that sucks!!! im about to get a bit too personal but tbh with u, my entire life ive struggled with loving and caring about people so much, but no one reciprocating that enough to call me their Best Friend, if that makes sense. ive always just been a good friend , but never the Best One, never the soulmate, never the one person the other cant live without, even though i personally have felt that way about others. quality time is one of my love languages, id rather be around friends than by myself most of the time. when i was in high school, i was going through difficult times but i had good friends by my side which makes me miss that time of my life so very much and hard for me to get over it. i felt like i had a community of people that i belonged with. after high school, they all kept in touch with each other, but i was left behind. they stopped reaching out to me, stopped checking in, stopped caring, just forgot about me. it was hard. and i just didnt know why. did i do something wrong? did i not do enough? it was hard for me to make friends after that and ive been so terribly lonely ever since. it's been really hard. i really do feel alone in life sometimes. i do have one good friend that i do consider my Best Friend (who coincidentally, i did meet in the rpc) that i dont know what i would do without!!! so trust me that i understand what its like to struggle to maintain friendships. its very very painful, especially when you dont know what it is about you that makes people not care enough or want to abandon you. i know all this is way deeper than just rpc friends but i thought id share either way and let you know that if you ever wanna talk and be friends i am here for u :)

[lumea-ei]

After so much time, the suffering ends and the sun its shining again on her road.

"- You will not believe it! Sebastian will arrive this night! He asked me out! IM SO EXCITED!!!".

"-I told you, you just gotta be cool, everything will pass and you will get better, plus i think he's a nice guy."

In the main time at Sebastian house:

"-Tonight me and Francess we'll go to a nice restaurant, i plan to ask her if she wants to be my partner, i am nervous in a way or another..should i get her other flowers?".

"-Sebastian, you need to relax! my friend. She will like em, in plus..you worry too much, and she's a woman."

"- No, she will be my woman, after all i love her and she has an great soul. I would like to take care of her like nobody did, before."

Both of them were preparing for the big night, as they didnt saw eachother for a long time, it was going to be a night with many emotions and longing.

"-Francess, its going to be allright, ok? just breathe, and stay calm."

"-Ok, im trying..its just, i really missed him and i hope his feelings towards me..didnt change."

"-Hey, this night its yours, think positive, you've been thru a lot of suffering till now, dont let the mind control you right now!, You love eachother the same way, think with the heart."

[ She was right, i've been thru a lot of tears, i am not gonna let this night ruin itself because i overthink. I can't wait to see him, he's the best guy ive met, he brought the best in me..and i did for him too..]

Both of them went up to the restaurant separately, and they met up there at they're special table were they used to drink. The feelings that they had, it was verry warm..lovely and much more than they could express themselves.

"-Sebastian!"

"-Francess!!"

"-I have.."

"-Missed you!"

[I missed my woman, so much that i cried. She looks so beautiful this night, she's my star..in this night, she shines more than everything i can see, and imagine. Francess..i love you with my whole heart i want to heal you like you healed me, if u knew that i can never imagine my entire life and after..without you..maybe you will realize that i could never replace you.]

"-I love you, i have missed you more than you missed me. I am glad that you are here, and i am here too. This is our night, our place. Sebastian.."

"- I love you too, Francess. Will you marry me?"

Life can be unpredictable, even in the dark times of our time, the rays of good keep appearing through the holes in the wall of suffering and darkness. You just gotta be patience enough to feel them.

[dullorangepulp]

im honestly kinda sad that among us died

it wasnt my favorite game of all time, and it wasnt even the best game ever made and had some serious game design flaws, but man. I miss the inherent chaoticness of a lobby and feeling like an ace detective when u catch an impostor and watching hours upon hours of youtube vids/twitch streams trying to "git gud".

among us blew up at the perfect time, when the pandemic kept people indoors and fall guys was dying due to the amount of hackers ruining it. Despite it being published 2 years prior at the time, it was able to blow up insanely quickly and save innersloth.

among us seemed like it was one top of the world. everywhere u looked there was among us. it was infectious. everything had an among us character plastered on top of it. vovid was still out there and airborne, but bro, among us was the deadlier virus (not actullay. this is a joke. /j haha dont kill me pls)

and then... it proceeded to not get updates for like. a year.

huh.

i know obviously game development takes a long time, and i dont wanna blame innersloth for being the downfall of among us, since they were clearly trying their best to adjust to all this new attention and popularity and they simply just got in over their heads but dude.

all that lack of meaningful content over the years outside of the big map updates really killed the hype. people simply got bored of it, and went onto other things. I did too. i got bored of playing the same maps over and over, and began to drift off into other stuff. i came back briefly to play around with the new roles update, and i had fun! especially with the shapeshifter role, that was my fav (i mean, they kinda just stole the idea from the roles mod, but hey, it was good there so it's good here).

but the problem was that it came out too late. most people didnt play anymore. most people grew used to only having 2 roles, and refused to activate any of the new roles in their lobby settings.

I just... didn't care about among us anymore to bother playing it.

btw heere;s my ranking of the maps:

Skeld (classic, never gets old, always fun, tho the doors are a bit annoying as crew)

Mira (delicious upside down Y shape my beloved, fun for both crew and imp, but i never could figure out the logs)

Polus (dont play it often since my brain associated it with like. tournament lobbies and sweaty among us competitors, but i love watching vids of others playing it)

Airship (fuck this guy. who thought it was a good idea tomake this the biggest one with the most complicated layout and the most rooms and that goddamn procedurally generated elec maze. any time some asshole with better internet connection than you takes the lil moving platform, you have to walk alllllllll the way around thru the records room, then through showers, through main hall, down the staircase at the end, thru engine room, up the hall in engine room, through the brig, [YES. I STILL REMEMBER THE ENTIRE LAYOUT. IT'S BURNED INTO MY MEMORY] then when youve FINALLY arrived at the other end and do ur task and are ready to go back... some asshole comes down from the meeting room ladder and takes it away from you. fuckighffjhfdjhdfjdfs)

I havent played the newest one so idk where to rank it. it looks pr cool tho. I also havent played the 5up map but it looks cool too.

idk what this whole rant was for. idk if it resonated w/ anyone, or if anyone shares the same feelings as me about this dumb lil astronaut game. but uh. im sad among us died since i think it had a lot of potential.

ya so i hope u enjoyed readin my word vomit???

[spaghettmeouttahere]

9/2/24

i havent written or talked about it since he left and its almost been 20 days and my heart feels so stiff and so empty and so tired and so sad im so sad i miss everything i miss my life i miss him i miss how it used to be i miss everything. i dont want to talk about it, except i do sometimes. i want to talk about it. with him. but he's not here because he isnt here. because if he was here, i wouldnt be here at 10:30 pm writing this out, id be texting him. god okay. i don t know how its goign to go.

i met his parents today, you know. his dad asked me how the weddings went, how my exams went. i said everything went very well and now its over, how he was, how amogh was. he said "it was krishivs birthday 2 days ago" "yeah yes uncle i know" i did know. my heart was in my mouth on 7th at 12 am. and in my throat all night. i couldnt wish him i couldnt wish him i didnt say happy birthday and i didnt say all the happiness in the world, i hope it goes to you. "my birthday is soon too" "yes he told me its in feb, but i cant remember. when is it?" "12th uncle" "ohh ok" and then i gathered all my courage. "how did his exam go uncle?" "which exam?" "the calculus one" "ohhhhh yes he got 96" "obviously." both of us laughed. ofcourse he got 96. he is so smart you know. the smartestpant in the whole world. ofcourse he'd do so so so well. i know he felt sad he couldnt tell me. i know he knows im so proud of him. and then his mom entered. all of us laughed, i said hi. she asked me how i had been. "how are you aunty" "very good" "its amoghs farewell today" "oh my goddd thats so fun." "you know you can still come home sometimes madam. its nice to have you around" my heart was coming back up again. no crying anjali. "aw yes aunty ill come to eat i love the food at your house" "yes please come we like having you" and then we said bye. i felt so happy. when i stepped out of the gym, i was out of his life again, but just for one minute, i was back in his world. i loved being in his world did you know? he was my entire world u know. my heart hurts again. everything feels tight and i dont feel like i have anyone to talk to. i read old texts with him today for almost 2 hours, and my mind tried to convince me that i had spoken to him today, because of how many thousands of texts from him i had read all at once. but he isnt here. he isnt here he isnt here. even if id give everything for him to be here. he isnt here

[borderlinegamer]

Fri, Sep 15

Our car is leaking oil. I don't know what exactly is wrong or how much it's gonna cost to fix but I'm exhausted. Things keep going wrong, why?

My dad has been a mechanic my entire life. When I was 16 I got my first car. It had stipulations. It was a totaled out 2001 or 2002 Volkswagen beetle in the color black. It was the car I wanted. It cost them $800 but the entire front end was missing except the engine. The stipulation was that I get a job, quit color guard and pay for all the parts and that I rebuild it with my dad. I'm positive my dad took some of my part money and used it for other things but it took an entire year to get the car built as he refused to do anything to it in the winter or put it in the garage to rebuild. It didn't have airbags or working seatbelts but it was finally built and drivable. It was only drivable for 6 months. It broke down a winter morning on my way to school. My dad refused to fix it and I had to buy another car which was a 1998 honda accord. I loved the honda so much. When my dad was getting siding on the garage the leader of the team doing it offered him a discount and some cash for the bug sitting in the backyard. My dad fixed the bug and took the deal without telling me. He pocketed the cash and didn't give me a fucking dime.

Fast forward to now and a few cars later my husbands car shit out on us. The transmission blew. We had 3k in savings and wanted to spend around $2500 for something old but reliable. We asked my dad to go with us to check it out in hopes he could spot something shady. My mistake was not realizing he's not at all reliable at the moment due to the divorce. He let us buy an absolute junker for $2400. First it was the exhaust, then spark plugs. We thought the nightmare was over and drove it 30 min to an odesza concert and the stupid light came on again. And now it's pouring oil in my driveway. We have maybe 1500 in savings. We are in about 3k on this car. My husband's not rich but wealthy has a million dollars in retirement and has bought the other siblings houses parents won't help us. My theory is because my husband didnt finish school when covid hit. The best they offered was an older Kia soul so his dad could make a business deal with the guy selling it. Not reliable at all with high mileage. These are the same people that were okay with paying a contractor AND his apprentice $300/hr to remodel their kitchen. The same people who brag to us about their millionaire friends paying for their entire wine country vacation while they griped about us asking for help.

I'm so tired. I didn't ask to be here. I especially didn't ask to be born into mentally ill ridden generational poverty.

*manifestation*

I will have money. I will have money to give us a better home and means of transportation. I'll have enough money so we can go on at least one vacation a year or to reduce my breasts to a comfortable size. We will have money and we won't have to watch your rich parents dog for only $200 when they were spending upwards of 1k a week to put her in a doggy hotel. We won't have to watch them not help us and also have my narc dad telling us it's our fault because we didn't wash his flea dog.

I want fucking change.

Edit: just got done cleaning out my car to get ready to sell. I drive a nicer 2012 civic but u haven't driven a long distance in about a year due to my ptsd so I figured we could sell it and get a nicer car for both of us to drive that's reliable. I had lent my dad my car a few months ago when his was badly damaged in a wreck. I found this present from him borrowing my car while I was cleaning it. I never noticed before because I don't really look up in my car.

My therapist asked me why I haven't cut ties, and I ask myself that every day. I don't know whether I want to die or him to die. Jesus fucking christ.

[pridewon]

@ymagishi​ said:  🤍 + yamayama of course ♥️♥️♥️ (all about that ship)

note: quite a few of these imply a timeskip setting, which we have plotted less about, so 1. do feel free to dispute any and all of these! 2. i left out the ns.fw-leaning question in case that’s not something you want to touch upon!

Who cooks meals for the other? They cook together. To be fair, as adults, they like to do quite a few household chores together, on top of leisure activities; it’s just more fun and less tiring that way! If Yukako is already home by the time Tadashi comes home from work, he just quickly changes and washes his hands before joining her in the kitchen to help prepare dinner, and she does the same if he’s home before she is. Also, Tadashi is not a big eater, but he finds cooking kind of relaxing, so if Yukako is a breakfast person, he’ll try more often than not to get up earlier to make sure it’s all ready for her when she awakes. 

Who spams the other with memes? It’s not as much memes a it is things that reminds them of the other, or of things they have done together. Tadashi is more prone to sending actual memes or things he finds funny; Yukako does it too, but she also started at some point to send him pictures of things she sees on the street, or in the shops, of a more sentimental value. Tadashi quickly reciprocated and he saves pretty much everything she sends him in a folder on his phone. 

Who likes to tidy around the house? If they had it their way, they would never tidy up, because that’s not fun and they could spend time doing something else. However, they don’t really like it when the apartment gets messy, so they’re quick to correct course: one of them will turn the music on, intently look at the other, and that’s usually the signal that it’s time to get to work. 

Who likes to play pranks on the other? It’s not pranks, it’s harmless jokes. Yukako is more prone to doing them than Tadashi is, and they’re always very efficient, because no matter how often she does it, he’s always caught off guard :’) and he always laughs with her: she knows his boundaries and sense of humour. He can and will retaliate sometimes, always in good humour and spirit.

Who asked the other to move in with them? They start spending a lot of time at each other’s place: Yukako has a section in Tadashi’s wardrobe that’s just for her and the clothes she periodically brings along, and he has a drawer at her place where he keeps his sports gear (her apartment is close to the Karasuno neighbourhood association’s gym so he swings by whenever he has practice). Eventually, they both start thinking about it independently from each other, and after months, blurt out the question at the same time at the restaurant; and stare at each other in complete shock for a solidminute whil processing what just happened. 

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride? They listen to pretty different styles of music, so they take turns intoducing the other to the band or artist they’re currently listening to. 

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? Tadashi is pretty ticklish but... if we’re talking more likely to inflict it on the other... I hope Yukako isn’t ticklish because if she is, the day Tadashi finds out, it’s over for her. He’ll strike when she least expects it. She’ll need to be on her toes all the time always. He’ll be like a shadow in the night. She will never be safe from the tickle attacks. 

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies? More often than not, she’s holding onto his arm, or they have their legs tangled up regardless of what they’re watching, so... Tadashi is lucky that there isn’t much of a difference when they watch horror films. He’s not very sensitive to scary movies, but he is squeamish during particularly graphic and bloody death scenes, for instance; if he squeezes Yukako a little tighter than usual, that’s why. 

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology? Tadashi studies electrical engineering, so... most of the time, he is the tech guy in their relationship by default. She’s better at social media though. 

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? It depends on the day. Tadashi is a pretty heavy sleeper most of the time though, so Yukako may be the first to wake up most of the time. If it’s a weekend and they have nothing to do, she’ll let him rest and watch him sleep - if it’s a workday, she’ll turn off the alarm and wae him up herself. 

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? They kind of both do, but Yukako is a tiny bit more prompt to do it. It doesn’t bother Yamaguchi, and she’s even managed to make him admit that he doesn’t look so bad on them. Yamaguchi returns the favour very often, because who wouldn’t want to take pictures of the most beautiful girl on the planet. 

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? Neither, and they both insist to be the one paying until one or the other relents. Tadashi will sometimes insist because u know, boyfriend treats girlfriend, even if he knows full well she doesn’t buy into the whole gentleman thing bvjdhbv but he gives her the puppy eyes and she can’t say no, it’s the law. 

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night? At the beginning, they kind of kept waking each other up, because Tadashi tends to turn (and drool) in his sleep, and Yukako’s hair takes up a lot of space. But they both got used to each other’s presence in the same bed, and they overcame those initial hurdles fairly quickly. 

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? Yukako without a doubt is the video game master of the two. He is genuinely impressed by her skill and knowledge, especially of the older vintage games. She tried to let him win once, but he wouldn’t have any of it: h’s determined he’ll progress and beat her eventually! No need to spare his feelings in the meantime! She’s just that good, why hide it for his ego!

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other? Tadashi, because he’s always still half asleep and will tumble on something/hurt his toe trying to get to the restroom and accidentally wake her up in the process vbgjvhbgv

[babygirldennis]

👉👈gonna try breaking out of a toxic relationship that I've been held hostage in for 4 months. 5th times a charm

[elysianslove]

ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3 

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES 

ANGEL ! — 

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :) 

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”  

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :( 

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :) 

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him??? 

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd 

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does. 

DOLL ! — 

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place. 

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while. 

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh. 

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!! 

SUNSHINE ! — 

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :( 

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day. 

BABY/BABE ! — 

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!! 

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool?? 

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it. 

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you. 

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative. 

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be. 

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you? 

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi. 

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god. 

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!! 

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both. 

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly. 

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time. 

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :( 

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more. 

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! — 

kuroo; this one is for him and only him. 

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too) 

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest. 

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3 

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both. 

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3 

love u all mwah <3 

[babyboibucky]

Stages - Part 6

Pairing: AU!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky slowly realizes that he wants to cross the line of friendship with you.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This is it! Forgot to update a couple of days ago lmao

STAGES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

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SIX: CONFESSION 2.0

It had been a year since you moved to Los Angeles.

A year with little communication Bucky which drove him insane. It wasn’t that the both of you didn’t try; during the first few months you and Bucky had been FaceTiming with each other almost everyday. And then you got busy and so did Bucky.

The video calls slowly died down and the messages exchanged turned from full stories about how each other’s day went to late replies and apologies.

“How was the event?” Bucky laid in his bed in the dark, the glow from his phone illuminating his face as he stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots to appear.

“R u alive lol” he texted again.

Thirty minutes later and he still hasn’t gotten any reply from you.

“Hope u didnt shit urself during the event lol”

Bucky groaned and decided to sleep. The following day, his phone was flooded with your replies.

“Shit, sorry Buck. Missed out on ur texts”

“Went to drink with my team last night after the event and got drunk lmfao guess who danced on top of the bar counter”

Bucky chuckled at your reply but couldn’t deny the worry he felt. Did you volunteer to do body shots again?! Did you go home with some random guy? God, he hoped not. But he trusted you too and knew that you were a grown woman who was totally capable of taking care of yourself.

For fuck’s sake you and Bucky were already 26 (he realized he was in love with you at age 21 and it’s been five fucking years and he was still pining for you like an idiot).

Bucky was supposed to type a reply but was interrupted by his boss’ call. He wasn’t able to reply until the following day.

“Fuck, sorry. Got caught up at work. U okay?”

He received your reply two days later.

“Yah. U?”

It had been an endless cycle of that for an entire year. And finally, fucking finally, Bucky managed to file a week-long vacation leave so he could go and see you again.

When he told you about it, you dropped everything and scheduled your vacation leave as well. You laid out an itinerary and even made Bucky a schedule. Bucky couldn’t bite back a smile during a rare FaceTime session with you, seeing how enthusiastic and excited you were about his visit.

You also offered for Bucky to stay over at your place instead of checking in. This made Bucky’s heart flutter because shit, he’d really have you for an entire week all to himself.

It was the perfect set-up for a confession. What could possibly go wrong?

-

Everything went wrong.

How could Bucky be so complacent when the universe seemed to be fucking up every single time?! His boss had called him and said that he was needed in the office, a day before his flight. Turned out that you needed to work on something as well.

A seven day vacation turned into four but Bucky wasn’t going to let that get in the way of his confession.

And then his flight got delayed for a couple of hours, making his arrival a little past eight in the evening instead of four in the afternoon.

Bucky was still hell-bent on confessing to you though. He was going to tell you about his feelings as soon as he sets his eyes on you.

“Bucky!”

His heart skipped a beat when he saw you waving at him, amidst the busy airport crowd, you stood out. And you looked even prettier now, especially with how you were smiling at him.

It’s the right time, Bucky told himself as he sped up his pace.

Soon enough he was enveloped with you, just you. Your scent, your warmth, your hair hitting him in the face when you threw yourself to him. Discomfort for this kind of intimacy be damned, Bucky missed you too much to take a step back so he hugged you tighter, almost lifting you up from the ground.

“I can’t believe it, you’re finally here.” You laughed as soon as you broke apart from the hug.

“I fucking missed you.” You added, squishing Bucky’s face in between your palms.

“I actually like this.” You noted, scratching Bucky’s beard with your fingers.

Bucky felt a shudder run down his spine at the way your nails scratched his beard, making his breath speed up as he looked down at you.

“I gotta tell you something.” He said, licking his lips out of nervousness.

“What is it?” You asked, linking your arm around Bucky’s as the both of you walked.

Bucky stopped in his tracks and pulled you back, taking your arm in his cold hand.

“I…” he stammered.

“What?” You urged.

“I lo—“

The loud gurgle of Bucky’s stomach interrupted his statement, followed by your laughter.

“Okay, that can wait. Let’s go eat first.”

-

Bucky was elated. He was the happiest he had been since you left. Dinner went by pretty quick and despite the continuous stories the both of you were telling, it felt like there were still too many things needed to be told.

It was a relief when you told him that you haven’t been dating, that you were focused on your job and preferred hanging out with the friends you’ve made.

“So, this is my place!” You announced as soon as you switched on the lights.

Bucky looked around the studio-type loft with a smile on his face. It was very you— simple, minimalist with a little bit of mess here and there. Your bed was left unmade, the covers haphazardly thrown to the side.

He was glad that nothing’s changed in you.

“Feel at home, do whatever you want. I’ll go get us some beer.” You said and went to the kitchen.

“Nice place.” Bucky said, pulling his luggage in and settling down on the couch.

“Couch is comfy too. Don’t think I’d easily get up in the morning, this shit is soft!” He said, bouncing up and down on the couch.

You snickered and sat down next to him, handing over a bottle of beer. “I’m not letting you sleep on the couch, Buck. My bed’s big enough for the both of us anyway.” You said.

Bucky almost did a spit take on his beer. Fuck. Sleepovers were normal, and so does him sleeping on the same bed as yours. But now though? It felt weird, not that he was complaining. Fuck, should he just go for it?

“So uhhh…” Bucky cleared his throat. “I kinda…hmm…” he hummed, rubbing his chin.

“What’s up?” You asked, leaning on the couch and putting your feet up on the coffee table.

“What if…” Bucky trailed, turning to his side to face you.

“Let’s say that I sort of fell in love with you. What would you do?” Bucky carefully asked, his eyes refusing to meet yours as he picked on the label of his beer.

There was complete silence from your end, something that made him look up at you. You were staring at him, face blank and void of any expression.

“How would you feel?” He asked again.

“Why are you asking a weird question, Buck?” You chuckled, shaking your head before taking a long sip from your beer.

Bucky decided to just go for it. He took a deep inhale, his eyes closed before he let out a quiet sigh. Opening his eyes again, he looked at you.

“I’m in love with you.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious.” Bucky insisted. “I have been for the past I don’t know, five years?”

“No fucking way, Buck. You’re fucking with me.” You deadpanned.

“I love you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.”

“Nope.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“I’m gonna kick you in the nuts if you don’t stop fucking with me.” You warned with a nervous chuckle, sitting up straight and turning to face Bucky.

He made a face, “I’m not kidding. I love you.”

Smack!

“Ow! Did you just fucking slap me?!” Bucky complained with a scowl, his hand cupping his stinging cheek.

You covered your mouth, eyes wide in surprise before placing down your beer on the table. You stifled your laughter as you took Bucky’s face in your hands, apologizing for the sudden reaction.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I thought you were joking.” You said, rubbing his stubbled cheek with your palm.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” Bucky huffed out, but ended up laughing with you.

“I’m sorry, shit. I think it’s gonna leave a mark.” You said, seeing the skin on Bucky’s cheek turn pink.

Silence followed as you continued to soothe his skin, your palm gently rubbing at it while Bucky kept his gaze on you.

And then it finally happened.

Bucky took your wrist in his hand, pulling it down from his cheek as his other hand gripped your neck to pull you closer until his lips met yours.

The first kiss.

-

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