#[[I mean anon's fine to some extent]]

[mercurial-chuckles]

I loved Subdue so much. I was wondering if you had an idea if it was switched and Bucky and his Omega in a situation of sorts.

That's my girl!

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader Warnings: Mature Content | Minors DNI | Dialogue Rich | Fluff | Smut | Unhinged Alpha!Bucky | Posessive! Bucky | Wall sex | Edging!? | Language | Good friend Sam | one non-descriptive bruise | Omega!Reader to the rescue of another omega | One punch to a misogynistic pig (Bucky didn't get his hands on the said pig yet) | Lemme know if I'm missing anything | WC: ~2.6k A/N: Eeeee! I'm so glad you enjoyed Subdue. Thank you for sending this ask, my sweet anon! I'd like to think that Steve has a rebellious streak while Bucky tends to handle things more subtly. This is how, I believe, Bucky would go about it. I hope you enjoy reading! I'm going through a weird case of 'trembles before publishing,' you see. Kindly be gentle with me. Some validation would mitigate fears (so I've heard 🙂‍↕️🥹) This is my submission for the 108th Birthday Celebration of our dearest Sgt. I was so excited for this event, and I really, really, really wanted to write for his birthday, but things didn't pan out the way I'd anticipated. Anyhoo, don't mind me MARCHing into Madness! I'll try and finish as many squares as I can. 🩷🥹 Thank you for hosting this event @avengers-assemble-bingo 🫂😘 Prompt: That's My Girl! (Being too creative with my title now, aren't I? 🤭) Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! Thank you :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

****

Thud.

Sam closes his car door and straightens up, his gaze scanning up and down the street before turning to you. His car is parked along the curb on the two-way road before the small convenience store. He's carrying what surely looks like a first-aid kit, and you audibly groan.

"I'm fine, Samuel." You call out from where you're sitting on the sidewalk. Sam rolls his eyes. At least, that's what you gather in the dusky lights of the empty streets. He checks both ways and crosses briskly.

The weather's turned awfully cold since last night. A sharp gust wafts over the bruise on your hand, and it stings.

Ouch!

But you won't admit that to Sam. He's a worrier. Plus, a high chance he'll dramatize the extent of the situation and relay it to Bucky.

He lowers himself beside you, cuts through the sealed wrapper, and pops open the latch on the first-aid kit.

"Brand new?" You muse. Another gust of wind has you flinching, and Sam's frown deepens.

"She's fine. She says," he mutters under his breath. You roll your eyes but let it slide. You need first aid, but you definitely don't need the fuss.

"Are you gonna tell him?" You ask, voice barely audible. Sam doesn't immediately answer. He tips the isopropyl alcohol over your bruise.

"OWW!!!" You yelp, jerking slightly as the sting shoots up your arm. Sam stops for a second, giving a little respite before he's tending the bruise.

After a painfully long minute of hissing as he applies Neosporin, you ask again. "Sam," you say, watching as he secures the gauze around your forearm. He simply hums.

"Are you gonna tell him?" You ask again, firmly this time.

"And what? Tell him his girl went Karate Kid on some alpha who happens to be a cop? And that I came in time to intervene but didn't finish the bastard off? Your man will kill me. So, no, thank you." Sam says, his tone resolute.

You sigh in relief.

"You'll do it, anyway," he adds casually.

"What do you mean I'll do it?" You narrow your eyes.

"We both know you will," he says in a sing-song voice, annoyingly so, which very much gets on your nerves because he's right.

It's hard to keep things from Bucky. A minute shift in your mood, and he knows. Maybe it's the bond. Maybe you're just a simp for him. And now, you're kinda fearing the consequences because you just beat an alpha--albeit a conceited, misogynistic pig--and a cop. And you're afraid of what fate Bucky will decide for him.

"I could just tell him I fell, you know?" You insist indignantly.

"Uh-huh," Sam deadpans as he rises to his feet. He eyes you carefully. "How's that leg? You good to walk?"

You nod. "You'd make an amazing chiropractor as a side gig, Mr. Falcon." And it's not a lie--your leg feels much better now. You take his extended hand and slowly stand up.

"Who knows? Maybe that's what I'll retire with," Sam muses.

"Sure," you joke. Sam can't stay away from saving the world--that's a fact!

"I'll tell Steve we'll have to postpone the lunch plans for tomorrow," Sam reminds, gesturing toward your bruise.

"Oh. Yeah. Also, do not tell Steve about this…"

"I won't," he assures you. "I'll make up some excuse. We don't need two angry alphas on the loose." You agree.

He helps you into your car and waits. "Sure you can drive alright?"

"Like I said before, I'm fine," you smile.

He nods. "Now, get home safe and shoot me a text. Alright?"

"Alright."

Sam turns, walking to his car across the street. "And Sam?" You call after him. He pauses mid-step and turns.

"Thank you," you say sincerely. And you mean it. Because if Sam hadn't been there, things might've turned into a real mess.

Thank god for Sam needing groceries at this deserted hour. Thank god for Sam choosing this particular store. Thank god for Sam's vigilant eyes.

Sam nods once. "Don't thank me. Just think about whether you can manage to not poke the Bucky bear?"

"Oh, I will," you assure him with conviction.

Bucky's supposed to come tomorrow around noon. As for how you're gonna break it to him, you'll have enough time to practice. You could totally make up a story and say you stumbled and fell. Will he buy it? You're just gonna try really hard. Maybe that blue lacy number will come in handy.

Yes.

You got this!

You totally got this!

~

You don't got this!

You should've known better.

When Bucky calls you a couple of hours later, you don't immediately pick up. He calls again, and you do answer the second time--but not before taking a few deep breaths, psyching yourself up not to spill your guts.

Half a minute into the conversation, he's asking--demanding--what's wrong. And for a fucking second, you thought you were doing an amazing job.

Ugh!

So, you do tell him in bits and pieces, trying to say it as smoothly, as passively as possible--hoping, nay, praying that your alpha isn't about to go on a bone-breaking fest.

'There's this man, Bucky. He was misbehaving with a poor girl--seemed to me like an unmated omega, you see. I had to tell him off. But don't worry, Sam was there, too. We also ensured the girl got home safe.'

'But I hurt my hand in the process, though. Nothing deep.'

'Just a bruise,' which hurt like a bitch. You don't tell him the latter part, of course.

'But Sam had an ointment, and it's almost healed.' Lie. You'll probably go see a doctor if the pain doesn't subside.

Technically, you didn't lie. Right?

"I love you. Stay home, and don't move your ass," Bucky growls into the phone.

"Bucky, I'm home. And I'm perfectly fine, okay?" You assure him.

You hear a sigh. It's an angry sigh. Marred with frustration and helplessness.

"Alpha, I love you," you say gently. And you can feel the shift in his mood through the phone. Then, Bucky purrs. You feel an instant soothing calmness wash over you. He chuckles, low and deep, and you smile.

"I love you so fucking much," he rasps.

"I'll see you in a few hours." He adds. This part sounds more like he's assuring himself.

"I'm eagerly waiting," you whisper.

Post-mission sex is usually unhinged. In fact, Bucky's a very touchy person with you, and any distance makes him antsy. He rarely takes long missions, but this one just needed his expertise.

You glance down at the neatly tied gauze on your forearm. Maybe you should switch it out for a smaller bandage and make it look less intense.

Anything to convince him that you're fine.

Before you fell asleep, you texted Sam, saying, 'The bear is poked, Sam. The bear is very much poked.' Little did you know, Bucky had called Sam to drill him with questions and got all the details he needed. To be fair, you both didn't stand a chance with Bucky Barnes. Now, did you?

****

Bucky's got a list.

Not the amends list.

A priority list. A simple one, too.

First? You. Always you.

Second? The assholes who mess with you.

And he makes it a point to rearrange their guts in whatever way he pleases. No one fucking harms you and gets away with it.

'I handled it, Bucky,' You'd told him on the call, and Bucky knows you did.

You're capable. Smart like a whip.

'Bucky, he's a cop!' Sam warned him earlier, which meant, 'Don't dare be stupid about it.'

Cop or not, that fucktard of an alpha messed with you. His omega. His mate. His girl. He's absolutely going to pay that shithead a visit! It's customary.

~

Bucky likes to think he did heed Sam's words, 'Be rational, Bucky.'

He walks down the elongated, winding paths and knocks on the door at the far end of the hallway. The water dripping from the faulty water cooler at the entrance down the hallway is achingly loud to his enhanced ear.

No response.

Bucky understands it's 3 AM, but he's got a jet scheduled to take the team home in 5 hours. With the pretext of going for a walk--which is what Bucky told Steve--he drove half an hour to get here. Bucky's in a hurry and impatient. He knocks again, more forcefully this time.

"Hold on!" he hears the frustrated voice, followed by some curses, and then footsteps approach.

The door creaks open.

"Wha…" The green-eyed man stops mid-word, eyes widening in shock, clearly taken aback to see the former Winter Soldier standing at his doorstep.

Rhodey Mitts looks just as lanky and pale. He reminds Bucky of Steve before the serum. Except taller. And definitely paler.

Bucky doesn't miss the way Rhodey stiffens, shoulders twitching as he rocks back on his heels, trying his absolute best to look casual.

Subtly, Bucky takes a step back, just enough to avoid spooking the omega, who looks like he might faint.

"I need your help," Bucky says evenly, leaving introductions aside, knowing fully that Rhodey knows who he is. At least the tactile suit and metal arm are a dead giveaway. The last time he visited the kid, Bucky was just out of Wakanda and sporting an entirely different look.

Rhodey scratches his neck and clears his throat. He finally looks Bucky in the eye, "Look. I don't wanna get into any trouble…"

"You won't," Bucky pipes in, assuring.

Rhodey seems to think for a painstakingly long minute, and Bucky adds, "I just need to see security footage. Pike Street in Brooklyn. Around evening."

That piques Rhodey's curiosity.

"Look, a cop's involved, and I can't be snooping around on official channels being an…Avenger." Bucky begrudgingly explains.

It's fucking annoying how every little thing gets flagged, and then HR sucks his soul like a dementor. Hopefully, Tony and Steve quicken the process of breaking the Avengers' coalition with SHIELD protocols.

Thankfully, that explanation seems enough for Rhodey, who opens the door wide.

Bucky follows him through a narrow, inconspicuous door set into the false wall, stepping into a small, dimly lit room lined with countless monitors. It's barely big enough for one person, and the damp, overworked air conditioner croaks in protest. Bucky crouches slightly, leaning against the empty side wall to avoid hitting his head.

"Address," Rhodey asks as he boots up a monitor.

Bucky repeats the location, adding an approximate time. After a few attempts and tapping into various commercial surveillance feeds, he finally sees what he's here for.

"You… you can sit and watch… I'll… I'll just…" Rhodey gestures vaguely before stepping aside and standing to make space for the supersoldier.

Bucky doesn't mention that he can see the screen just fine from across the room, but he takes the seat anyway, rolling out the tension in his neck.

The video zooms to an empty street, and then he sees movement. A girl is walking down the street, and not far behind her, there's a guy.

The asshole, Bucky thinks.

Bucky switches to another angle, his breath hitching when he sees you stepping down from the car and hastily walking toward the duo. You interfere, and although Bucky can't hear a word, he comprehends you threatening the man, and the man loses his grip on the scared girl.

Though he already knows you handled it and made it home safe, his chest tightens, and his pulse spikes the moment he sees the man grab your forearm. In the next second, you land a sharp punch, catching the guy off guard. He stumbles but quickly regains his wits, then lunges, trying to choke you.

Big mistake.

You let him get closer, twist sharply, and using his waist as leverage, deliver a brutal kick to his gut and groin.

Bucky stares at the screen, surprised, a breathy sigh escaping him. His cock twitches. Thank goodness for the tactical pants.

"Who's the Wonder Woman?" Rhodey's breathy chuckle snaps him out.

Though Bucky can't help the pride swelling in his chest, he exclaims a little too pointedly, "That's my girl," and Rhodey quickly shifts his gaze away in an apology.

"Need his bio." Bucky nods toward the screen.

Rhodey gets to work, and in less than five minutes, Bucky knows all he needs to know about Trevor Gallar.

And now, Bucky knows exactly where to find him. He'll deal with him once he gets back home. But first, he needs to see you and feel you to make sure you're alright. He's gonna have to hurry Steve up to get home.

****

It's a mild morning, unlike yesterday. The clock ticks a quarter past eight. You've just made a cup of coffee and go to take a sip when you hear the shuffle at the door.

Your stomach clenches. Bucky isn't supposed to come until the afternoon. Then who the hell is it?

You don't waste time overthinking. Placing the coffee mug down, your fingers curl around the handle of a knife nearby.

Just in case. You can't be too careful.

Where the fuck is your phone? You tremble, scanning the room, trying to recall where you left it in your half-dazed state after waking up. But no sign of it.

Your pulse pounds against your ribs as you take a slow, deliberate step into the living room, knife steady in your grip.

The door swings open, and your gasp catches in your throat in relief and surprise

"Bucky?"

He stands there, in the doorway, looking unrealistically gorgeous in his dark, tactile suit.

He looks lethal.

Feral.

You know you're weak for him in that suit.

Actually, you're weak for him. Period.

He knows you're weak for him too.

His deep blues entrance you, and you blink, smiling at him. A second later, he's on you.

With dizzying speed, he disarms you expertly, the knife slipping from your grasp as you're pinned against the wall beside the door. His cold lips are chasing yours, hungrily devouring.

You feel all his emotions. Frustration. Relief. Claim. Everything. His metal fingers sneak up your top, his winding arm pulling you closer and upward. You're barely standing on your toes.

When you gasp for breath, Bucky breaks the kiss. He doesn't pull away, though. He's searching your eyes, and then his eyes rake over you, scanning you from head to toe, his grip shifting to your wrist as his thumb skims the skin there, your pulse dancing to the rhythm of your heart. He places a soft kiss on your cheek as you try and even your breathing.

"Where are you hurt?" He rasps against your skin, his sharp nose against your cheek, sensually enlivening your senses.

You lift your arm and spread it slightly away from your body to show him. When you feel his grip tighten around you, your eyes take in his angry stance.

"I'm okay," you say softly, with much-needed delicateness.

His jaw tightens, "I'll be the judge of that, doll," he remarks.

After careful examination, his touch feels wanting, and you're squirming. You need his hands on you. Now.

"I can smell you…" he growls. His scent intoxicates you, driving you to the brink of misery if he doesn't touch you.

"Bucky," you moan, desperately. He's pinned your injured hand away from your body in his metal arm beside you.

"That stays there," he commands.

Before you can squirm an inch, he slips his right hand into your shorts and dips it further into your panties. You let out a breathy moan, and Bucky groans in your ear, nipping it. He moves onto biting and kissing the length of your throat and jaw. You're very well on the way to falling apart without much friction.

"What's gotten you all riled up, alpha?" you ask, voice turning into a high-pitched squeal as he cups your slickened heat.

Your free hand holds his shoulder for leverage while you try squirming in his grasp for friction, and he's kind enough to let you have it.

"You," he answers, pulling you into another breathtaking kiss. And when he retreats his hand away, you all but wail in agony.

Bucky chuckles darkly. "My sweet 'mega! I'm gonna fuck you, and you'll take it, won't you?" He rasps, unbuckling his belt and deftly pushing his tactile pants down enough.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asks, and you shake your head almost dizzily. "Just my hand," you breathe out.

He expertly pulls you into his arms, discarding your shorts and panties. Wrapping your bare legs around his torso, he spanks you hard and you let out a lewd shriek, surely scaring your neighbors.

Bucky chuckles, pleased with himself as he squeezes your ass in a tight hold and inches inside you slowly, grunting curses and then, with one long thrust, he's fully sheathed.

For all his hurry, you thought it'd be a quickie before he took you to bed, but no. He sets a languid pace making you feel every inch of him, "Now…I'll let you cum if you tell me all about how you beat the shit out of Trevor Gallar without leaving a fucking thing out," Bucky orders.

"Who… OH FUCK!" You squeal as he pounds into you making you feel every veiny inch of his cock, and you see the whole bloody galaxy at the way pleasure lights up through your body.

You're not allowed to cum? Excuse me? That's just mean. What's he talking about...Oh, fuck!

"The guy you hit yesterday outside the store," Bucky grunts in between the thrusts, fondling your tit in a firm grip. When the realization dawns on you, the reaction is instant as you clench him tightly. He growls, baring his teeth warningly, and your eyes widen.

You never mentioned that prick's name because you don't know the prick's name.

How the fuck does Bucky know then?

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[syluslnd]

Hello ! May I request some angst 🥹 You and Sylus are fwb but you love him and later you catch sylus and mc having sex and you leave and he regrets it? Whether they get together or not up to you !

tags-angst no comfort,sylus pov,implied suicide

word count 1.8k

(note-if I went a little off script and you want me to rewrite pls lmk anon,when I get the creative freedom of an ending I always get so excited lol!🥹)

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You’d spent weeks trying to gather the courage to finally tell Sylus how you felt. What started as a casual arrangement had turned into something far more intense for you, with every moment, every stolen glance and every word he spoke weaving tighter knots around your heart. Tonight was the night you planned to tell him everything, to lay it all out and see if he felt even a fraction of the same.

You rehearsed the words over and over in your head on the way to his office, holding onto a shaky hope that maybe he, too, had noticed the subtle shift between you. As you walked down the corridor, anticipation and anxiety blurred together, making your pulse quicken with every step.

But when you finally arrived and opened the door to his office, everything you’d imagined, everything you’d hoped, shattered in an instant.

Sylus was there but he wasn’t alone.

The scene before you was like a punch to the gut, one that left you breathless and frozen. He was with the very woman he’d once told you not to worry about, the so-called “hunter girl” and they were wrapped up in each other, utterly absorbed, not even registering your presence. It wasn’t the fact of him being with someone else that hurt—it was that he was with her, here, in a place that had once felt like it was partly yours, and he didn’t even look at you.

A cold wave of realization washed over you, tinged with humiliation and pain. You’d come here with a heart full of hope and he hadn’t even noticed.

When Sylus finally glanced your way, there was no apology in his eyes, no explanation, not even the courtesy of a break in his actions. He looked at you almost dismissively, a fleeting glance, as if you were nothing more than an inconvenience and then, with a coldness you never thought you’d see, he turned his attention back to her, ignoring you completely.

In that moment, you felt something break inside of you, a part of yourself you couldn’t repair. A thousand emotions flooded through you—anger, sadness, shame. The weight of unspoken words, of all the feelings you’d held back, now felt like a burden you could barely carry.

Stumbling backward, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The realization that you meant so little to him, that he could simply disregard you like this, was a hurt that went deeper than words could express and as you left, the door closing softly behind you, you promised yourself you’d never let anyone make you feel this small, this inconsequential, again.

Sylus hadn’t planned for it to be this way. A part of him knew he was treading on dangerous ground the moment he let things go this far with the hunter girl, a lingering decision he could already feel weighing on his conscience. But he had convinced himself it was fine, that it didn’t mean anything—and most importantly, that you’d never find out.

But when he glanced up and saw you standing there, his heart sank.

The shock on your face, the confusion—it struck him in a way he wasn’t prepared for. He cursed internally. Of all days, why did it have to be today? Why did you have to see him like this, at his worst? A flicker of regret crossed his mind as he realized the full extent of what this would do to you. He could tell, even from a distance, that your heart was breaking in real-time.

For a split second, he wanted to call out, to explain, to reach for you. But guilt held him back, keeping him rooted in place. He’d never seen you look so vulnerable, so defeated and in his mind, he could already feel the words he’d rehearsed to you, the subtle hints he’d dropped over time—words that, he now realized, had only served to deepen your trust in him. That trust, something he had taken for granted, was slipping through his fingers.

When he looked away to continue the kiss and passion with that hunter woman, it wasn’t because he didn’t care; it was because he couldn’t bear to look at the pain in your eyes,he knew no matter what in this very moment he couldn’t possibly have the correct words to say.

It’s been a day since you’d walked in on him and yet, the scene keeps replaying haunting your mind. You hadn’t meant to purposely walk into his office unannounced; you’d only come by to tell him the truth—that maybe, just maybe, what you felt for him wasn’t so casual anymore. But the second you opened that door and saw him tangled with her, every thought, every word you had planned to say, fell silent.

The memory of it echoes in you. His indifference, the way he’d looked away when he finally noticed you standing there, stunned. He didn’t say a word, didn’t reach out. It was as if you were invisible.

You’d always told yourself you could handle this. You’d always told yourself that this was just a fling, something fleeting. But here you were, alone in your apartment, the reality settling in like a weight in your chest. You’d lost something in that room—something you’d never get back.

It feels like a betrayal, not just from him but from yourself. You’d let him into places in your heart that you’d sworn would stay locked. You’d shared things, vulnerable moments, pieces of yourself that you couldn’t take back. You’d given him everything—everything that mattered.

A soft, cold wind moves through the open window as you sit there, tears slipping down your cheeks. The city lights blur outside and somewhere in the haze of pain, you make a promise to yourself: no one would ever make you feel this small, this broken, again.

You reach for a pen, feeling the sharp tip against your skin as you press down, writing a reminder on your wrist. It’s a small vow but it feels like a lifeline. No one else will ever be given the power to hurt you this way. Not again. You’ll keep that vow to yourself, protecting your heart from the world outside.

The pen trembles slightly in your hand, heavier than it has ever felt before. But this is no ordinary pen; it's a relic of quiet promises and unspoken pains. Not just a tool for writing, it becomes an instrument, a bridge between the ache in your chest and the words you're too afraid to say out loud.

As you press it against your wrist, it's as if you're pouring everything unsaid into that red ink. The curve of each letter, the way it bites into your skin-it's a reminder, a vow you're making to yourself, a way to draw strength from this hurt. It's not just ink staining your skin; it's the permanence of a promise to guard what's left of your heart, a declaration that no one will be allowed to leave marks on your soul again.

The act is delicate yet deliberate, like the slow drag of the pen is creating a map of the pain you've endured, and perhaps the resilience that will follow. You feel the chill of the ink settling on your skin, mingling with the warmth of your blood beneath and the pain sharpens into clarity.

For the first time, in this quiet moment, you realize that the pen has become more than just a promise,It's a knife full of promises sinking into your skin;you’ll never hurt get hurt again from this world that once took so much without asking.

Sylus stares at his phone, frustration gnawing at him as he watches the screen flash with another unanswered call. He’s tried five times already but each time, the phone rings and rings, only to be met with silence. His fingers hover over the screen, ready to dial again, but his hesitation claws at him.

The image of your face keeps flashing in his mind. The look of shock, the raw pain in your eyes—it’s all he can see. It’s like a punch to the gut, one he can’t escape. He’s always been able to maintain control, to keep things casual but in that moment, when he saw the hurt in your eyes, the walls he’d so carefully built around his emotions shattered.

What the hell was he thinking? He thought he could keep things light, just a hook-up, no strings attached. But the guilt—God, it weighs on him like a hundred-pound anchor. He knows you never asked for anything more but the reality of how he treated you after everything—that—had started to gnaw at him. The hurt on your face, that unmistakable sting of betrayal, it’s all he can think about.

Sylus knows he’s not supposed to care. He’s supposed to be fine with this arrangement. But he’s not fine and it’s terrifying, because he’s never let anyone have that kind of effect on him before. But now, all he can feel is the burning ache in his chest, the overwhelming need to hear your voice, to apologize, to explain that he fucked up.

Why aren’t you answering?

He grits his teeth and stands up, pacing around the room, phone clutched in his hand as if it holds the key to fixing this mess.

He doesn’t know what happened. He thought he could just be selfish, just have you, keep you close in his life the way he wanted, without the mess of feelings. But you—you, with your eyes full of trust and warmth—somehow slipped past his defenses.

He needs you to hear him. He needs to tell you that he feels something more than what you agreed on. He just doesn’t know how. He’s never been one to show vulnerability, to let someone see how much they mean to him and yet, for some reason, when it comes to you, he knows he’s lying to himself.

Sighing heavily, he presses the phone to his ear again, dialing your number once more. The ringing sounds so much louder this time and with each ring, his frustration builds. Come on. Pick up. Please pick up.

But the call goes to voicemail and his shoulders slump in defeat. He leans back against the wall, staring at the phone in his hand, fingers curling around it tightly.

He can’t keep pretending this is okay. He can’t keep pretending it’s just physical. The feeling in his chest has become too strong and it’s not something he can ignore anymore.

His thumb hovers over the screen, typing a message that feels too raw, too honest to send. But he does it anyway.

“I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you. Please just pick up the phone and let me explain”

The words feel insufficient, like nothing more than a weak attempt to fix everything that’s broken. But it’s all he can offer.

He throws the phone down on the couch, pacing again, this time with a much heavier heart. It’s the first time in a long while that Sylus feels like he’s lost control of the situation. And it terrifies him.

Now, all he can do is wait.

[andy-wm]

the mental gymnastics in some of your posts, oh dear

Don't be hard on yourself anon, not everyone is built for gymnastics!

Yeah i know that's not what you meant 😉

The analysis i do doesn't really require a lot of effort for me, but i guess i am practised at critiquing visual arts. Having an academic art criticism and fine arts background has been very useful in that regard. And being a librarian I'm experienced in analysing text and looking for answers amongst a myriad of questions. The combination of those skills means I am pretty good at a picking up symbolism and reading the subtext in media.

But I get that many people don't do that. They don't automatically think about theme, concept, and narrative design when they come across a MV or a song or portrait. They just think it's nice or it's pretty - or it isn't. That's fine too. Everyone is free to engage with the world around them to whatever extent meets their need.

I need to understand, and that's what drives my passion for analysis. That's why I spend my weekends reading about language analysis, literary theory, aesthetic conventions, semiotics, reception theory (you'd love that one), post- colonial critical theory etc. etc.

If you don't need to understand, kudos to you. Embrace your own experience and be happy, but please don't fool yourself. Meaning does exist whether you search for it or not.

Any language can be understood if you choose to learn it.

💜

If you have an opposing view to mine, feel free to present it. I'll happily engage, but do your research and bring your A game because I won't go easy on you. And for the love of jikook, use punctuation.

[eelnoise]

For the lyric prompt, 'i have my sentence now, at last i know just how you felt, i dig my fingers in, expecting more than just the skin' with Zoro? I don’t have anything specific in mind for this one, so feel free to wing it 😅

confluence

anon your brain has sent me into a frenzy. this fic is absolutely getting another part or 2 at some point because i have some thoughtssssss!!! anyway, hope you enjoy! zoro x gn!reader c/w: fluff!! zoro is injured but what else is new :)

With the most wounded of the crew still out of commission for the time being, the reality is that, for now at least, everyone is okay. They’d come out stronger from worse many times before now, and the reprieve of that alone should be enough for any one soul to rest. 

Though as soon as your tiny frets and forceful bouts of self-reassurance had qualmed enough for you to drift, taking the gentle hand of sleep’s guide and luring you off into an almost peaceful slumber does a swift series of rough knuckles rapping at the door to the tiny room you’d been given and a rumble of your name beyond it.

Your jaw tenses, the ever familiar tone of probably the single worst person to be up and about, and with haste you don’t expect, are you opening the door and looking right up at Roronoa Zoro. ��What are you doing?” you lip sluggishly, brows furrowed in a strange expression that lies between annoyance and concern. “You know you need to be resting.”

“Feel fine,” he replies, pushing past you and just… allowing himself into the room. “Just tired.”

You click your teeth, but you just huff and close the door behind him. “At least sit, Zoro.” 

He doesn’t just sit, but lays flat on the bed with a harshness you’re not sure he should be exerting, and you can’t help but to sigh and smile weakly. Zoro looks at peace, both eyes shut as he stretches out his limbs, all but covering the mattress. It’s not often he looks so relaxed

Kneeling next to him, you begin to lovingly run your fingers through his hair, and a warmth floods your chest when he emits a very pleased hum in reply. “How’d you even know which room I was in? You’ve been knocked out cold for the past week.” It isn’t an attack, nor is your tone aggressive at all. If anything, it’s soft. 

He turns his head towards you, gaze locking onto yours as he feels the sensation of your fingers through his hair. There’s something in his eyes, something that speaks volumes about how much he appreciates this moment of intimacy - despite the fact that he usually wouldn’t show such vulnerability. Because even if he wouldn’t admit it, he is anything but ‘fine’.The extent of his wounds were enough to knock a fully grown elephant out for a week, let alone a human man. But what is Zoro if not durable? “Robin,” he answers, a short reply but one that makes sense the more you think about it. 

“Fair,” you concede, leaning your head on the edge of the mattress. “But you didn’t think to ask where your room was instead?” 

“Wanted ta see ya,” Zoro says casually, as if he hadn’t been on the brink of death mere days ago.

The admission hangs in the air between you two, and there’s a hint of guilt in his voice - guilt that he might have caused trouble by simply showing up unannounced like this. But then again, he never did follow social norms too closely in the first place.

He wanted to see you? He wakes up, aching and bruised, serrated with gashes and the first thing he means to do is to see you?

You feel your face flush, and you’re sure it's enough that even the incredibly oblivious swordsman would notice if his eyes were open. 

Zoro lifts his hand and reaches out, grabbing onto yours, holding it tightly as if afraid that if he lets go, you’ll vanish before his very eyes. He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “Needed somethin’ real bad.”

There’s no shame or embarrassment in his voice; only raw honesty and desperation. And it’s clear that he meant every word he said - because despite how tough he pretends to be, deep down inside lies someone who craves nothing more than a little bit of affection and care.

"Anything," you reply, eyes fixated upon the man beneath the touch of your fingers. "Anything you need, Zo.”

He takes a deep breath, the grip on your hand easing. "Just... didn’t feel right waking up without ya." It's a simple explanation, but it carries so much weight behind it. Despite being surrounded by people he considers friends and family, there was something missing that only you could fill. And in that moment, as he opens his eye and gazes at you longingly, it becomes clear that Zoro sees you as something more than just another crewmate or ally - you're someone who has the power to make him feel whole once again.

You smile, and when you lean in to press a kiss to his forehead you feel yourself being pulled onto the bed alongside him. The surprise makes you gasp, though once you feel his arms around you and your back against his chest do you hum into him, enjoying the warmth he provides. "Just be careful, okay?" you murmur, snuggling into him carefully. "Don't want you to rip yourself open or anything on my bed."

Zoro chuckles softly, pulling you even closer and wrapping his arms around you tighter. "Trust me," he says with a confident smirk, "I won't rip myself apart."

His body is still recovering from the injuries he sustained while fighting, but he seems determined to push through any pain or discomfort for the sake of being close to you. And as he holds you tightly, it becomes apparent that Zoro sees this moment as a rare opportunity to showcase how much he values your presence in his life - something that goes beyond the usual camaraderie shared among pirates.

In this intimate moment, there's a depth of emotion that transcends words, leaving both of you lost in a sea of feelings and care.

It's soothing, being in his arms. You hadn't realized just how much you missed this. Your relationship with Zoro had become something soft like this, him joining you for rests, naps, and just wanting to be around you. It was something you had to get used to through his emotional misguidance, but when things had become normal you learned just how to be affectionate with him, and now it's something you cherish and love. And though it never went further and mutual sought comfort, and even if you do consider the idea at times, you’re more than happy to lie here with him like this.

Zoro's arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer as he feels the warmth radiating from your body. For a moment, he forgets about everything else - the pain in his side, the lingering exhaustion, even the fact that he's currently lying on top of your bed. All that matters is being near you, feeling your heartbeat against his chest and breathing in the scent of your hair.

As he holds you, memories flash through his mind - moments spent together over the years, from teasing banter to intense battles to quiet moments of respite like these. 

Zoro smiles, and even if you can’t see it, you can feel it. It’s in his very presence around you, his joy, his comfort, his you.

"I missed you," you quietly admit into his arm, and as the words leave you his grip tightens around your waist. And, god, does it feel like home.

"Missed ya too," Zoro replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "Feels good to be back with ya."

He doesn't say anything more, but the sincerity in his tone speaks volumes. Even after everything they've been through together - the fights, the arguments, the misunderstandings - Zoro still finds solace in your presence, and he cherishes each moment he gets to spend with you.

And as you lay there together, wrapped in each other's arms, it becomes clear that your relationship has evolved into something far deeper than either of you ever expected. While neither of you may have explicitly admitted your feelings for the other, there's an undeniable connection that runs through every touch and every word exchanged between you two - a leash upon your hearts that defies definition yet remains stronger than steel.

Zoro closes his eyes, letting the warmth of your body envelop him as he slips into a peaceful slumber. His mind is filled with images of you - your smile, your laugh, your gentle touch. In this moment of relaxation, all thoughts of pain and exhaustion fade away, replaced instead by a sense of contentment and satisfaction.  

For a brief instant, he feels like he's found what he's been searching for - a true sense of belonging and purpose within the chaos of the world. And even as sleep claims him, he clings tightly to the memory of your embrace, knowing that it will serve as a source of strength and motivation as he continues on his journey towards becoming the world's greatest swordsman.

You both drift off, falling deep into the exact respite that you had sought prior to his inclusion.

And it’s perfect. 

—

You wake up slowly and twist around with care, taking in the sight of Zoro's face as he sleeps beside you. His features look so calm and peaceful, and you can't help but wonder if he's having pleasant dreams. Reaching out, you brush some strands of hair away from his face, stirring him from his slumber. "Did you sleep well, Zo? Good dreams?” you query as his tired gaze meets yours.

Zoro's eye flutters open, and he smiles weakly upon seeing you sitting up. "Yeah," he replies, his voice still slightly groggy. "You were in them."

The admission catches you off guard, but you can see genuine sincerity in his expression - a reflection of the depth of feelings he harbors for you despite not expressing them outright. "Thanks for bein’ here," he adds, offering a small nod of gratitude. "Makes everythin’ seem better."

You feel your face flush, his admission not just flattering you but truly moving you. Was it due to his most recent near-death experience that makes him fawn over you so? Whatever it may be, you smile and lean down to kiss his forehead - but you're taken by surprise when you're maneuvered downward until his lips press into yours in a bit of a forceful, inexperienced kiss, but one you reciprocate in earnest.

The kiss takes you both by surprise, but as it deepens, you can feel the passion and intensity that lies beneath Zoro's inexperience. He's always been fiercely protective of you, but now it seems like he wants to claim you in a way that goes beyond mere protection - to show everyone that you belong to him and only him.

Despite your initial shock, you find yourself responding to his kiss with equal fervor, your fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer as your hearts race and your bodies heat up. This unexpected moment of heightened  intimacy feels both thrilling and terrifying, like stepping off a cliff into the unknown.

Zoro's kiss is messy, but it's full of meaning. Words he cannot say aloud are spoken though each smack of your lips and hums of joy, and as his hand finds its way to your neck to press you closer to him, you find yourself melting into his palm.

Zoro's emotions spill out through his actions - the desperate need to hold onto you, the desire to mark you as his own, the raw passion that burns within him. It's a declaration of sorts, one that speaks volumes about how deeply he feels for you even without using words.

Despite the intensity of the moment, there's also a vulnerability to it that reveals just how much Zoro craves your affection and approval. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, to know that you feel the same way about him, and as he breaks away from the kiss with a ragged breath, he looks at you with a pleading expression that seems to say, "Was that okay?”

You nod, eyes heavy lidded and lips glossed with saliva and puffy with love. And it seems as if that’s all it takes for him to continue, as at once is Zoro upon you again, this time with a little more ease. You sigh into him when his hands reach your hips, it feels so right and so good, like a long awaited tether tying you both into a knot. You want to kiss away his pain and discomfort, to hold him to you until he's healed and whole. To be his anchor and his safe haven. To just be his.

Zoro's hands grip onto your hips tightly, holding onto you like a lifeline as he pulls himself closer, seeking comfort in the warmth and safety of your embrace. He feels like he can finally let go of all the pent-up emotions and anxieties that have been weighing him down since the battle - and in that moment of release, he feels a profound sense of relief wash over him.

As he leans against you, he closes his eyes once again, savoring the feeling of being held so closely by someone who means so much to him. It's a moment of pure bliss, one that makes all the hardships and struggles worthwhile, and he knows that he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

[firstkanaphans]

I saw your posts about Save, First and Boom so I wanted to drop a bit of gossip (idk if you already know this but why not):

Boom and Save were both in a friend group with G and another member called Tar (plus others that came and went, First used to live stream with them too). They were popular on social media (they still have a bunch of thai and japanese fans actually) and their biggest pull was the SaveG ship. A lot of people think it was just fanservice but some think they actually dated because they just stopped posting together one day out of the blue and wiped everything and started hanging out separately with their friends sometime in 2024 (it was giving very much a real break up of sorts).

People were even questioning if they broke up for Save’s career because he joined GMMTV after but that seems like a stretch to me.

Just today, G was actually painting something with the meaning of “strangers to friends, friends to lovers and back to strangers again” on his livestream which could or couldn’t have anything to do with it too.

Anyways the real tea is that G dated (not so secretly) the guy that Ohm Tpk was pretty recently “openly” dating (probably still dating but keeping it dl because of MarkOhm). G was dating him for at least a couple of years (while SaveG was actively being shipped lol), they ended around late 2022 and Ohm started lovestagramming with the guy from beginning of 2023.

It’s funny how interconnected everyone somehow is (most queer circles tend to be but it’s funny seeing things play out with actors). Also is it just me or do all these thai gay bl actors only date fellow rich ass men? Because G’s ex and Ohm’s current bf is swimming in money too and went to really good schools. I actually have a lot to say about that (in relation to the bl industry but I’ll save it for another day).

I didn’t even dig to know this btw, I’ve just been following Boom for awhile and he’s really close with G and Save (well this one is a bit uncertain because they haven’t been hanging out much on social media but he said he is when asked by Inn so I think they’re still close).

Oooh, thank you for the tea, Anon. I appreciate y'all filling me in on things like this because although I knew Boom was close with G, that was pretty much the extent of my knowledge. I'm particularly interested in your comment about Save and G having potentially dated because when it was announced that Save had joined GMMTV, this video began circulating and it had my spidey senses tingling.

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Like is that not the strangest way to say you aren't dating your bestie? "We're friends in the same way you two are friends." And now I find out that the two of them may not have been just friends at all 👀 *deep breath* I'm fine. This is fine.

But yes, the Thai entertainment industry is quite incestuous if you really start paying attention and I don't know how much of that is because they all work in the same field and how much of that is just famous people convincing the higher ups to hire their friends.

As for Ohm and G having dated the same rich ass man, good for them! For some reason I thought Ohm had broken up with that guy, but I don't follow him nearly close enough to be sure about that. I thought he made a post a few months back about going through a break-up? But like you said, that could have just been to clear the way for MarkOhm.

Thank you again for the info. I shall dwell on that video until it drives me crazy 🫡

[louisjude]

I feel like atp even if there were plans to make bvddie canon theyre gone now. if tim minear is even half as petty as I am he would see that reaction and go u know what fuck you u actually don't get what you want now cause ur acting so goddamn entitled. like when tarlos fans got mad about the deleted scenes instead of appreciating them being released and his reaction was to say "okay fine then I just won't release deleted scenes anymore" (like I'm sure it was mostly a marketing decision but part of me thinks they intentionally released a scene about bucktommy just to prove a point.) idk man it's just really upsetting as a bi man to see the absolutely vile shit bvddie stans are saying and even tho I love the ship I now never want it to go canon cause they've fuckin ruined it

hey anon, at first let me agree with the fact that i do in fact also love bvddie a lot and i still love reading fics for them, the edits of them are fantastic and the fanart is S tier. it’s a great pairing with a lot of potential there IF the writers decided to ever go there but…

huge answer below

yeah, i agree. i honestly think before tommy was introduced again in 7x03 and the kiss in 7x04 that in my brain, bvddie was the most logical endgame for buck until it wasn’t.

i came into the show shipping bvddie much like a lot of new fans to the show but instead of hopping onto the tommy anti express hate train i found myself falling in love with buck and tommy together. at first i was still on board with bvddie still being endgame but as each episode aired after 7x04 i became faced with the reality of the situation (at least the way i see it) that bvddie might always be fanon and that’s ok because fandom keeps ships alive whether they’re canon or not. some of the biggest ships EVER are non-canon (i mean, cmon spirk? one of the OG MM ships?) so it didn’t really deter me from enjoying bvddie to this day. what HAS deterred me from interacting with bvddie content is toxic bvddies. i don’t like using the lil nicknames, idc if other ppl do, whatever, but i prefer just referring to certain kinds as just toxic plain and simple.

toxic shippers have made it difficult for anyone who multiships to interact with bvddie content. while there are incredibly nice & welcoming bvddie endgamers out there, it doesn’t overshadow the hateful ones in my online experience at least. i’ve blocked so many ppl over this ship discourse, which ive never had to do with any other fandom before the extent i have with 911. everyday i still find new ppl to block, you go under almost any comment section on the 911 insta and its filled with nasty comments abt tommy and only caring abt whether bvddie will be canon in s8. people projecting their hatred of tommy/lou onto the cast/crew of the show when it’s be said and proven time and time again that it’s quite the opposite. now im certain there’s bad apples in the bucktommy side as well, but from what ive seen online so far it is not nearly to the caliber of the bvddie side. ive blocked maybe a handful of bucktommy’s for being hateful towards eddie or being toxic overall, but ive probably blocked over 100+ toxic bvddies. i can only imagine it’d be worse if i was active on 911 twt which i’m not (thank god) but i have ventured into the tags before on there and let me tell you, it’s fucking horrifying how gross ppl are over there. twt is a cesspool for fandom anyways tho, the fucking asshole of fandom, it’s a septic tank really.

now im my own opinion which could be completely untrue of course, but just basing my thoughts on what i’ve seen online and interviews and such, tim seems to be really happy about bucktommy and idk how ppl believe otherwise. tim has expressed he loves LFJ and wanted him back on the show. tim showed up on set for the kiss scene. tim posting an entire youtube vibe abt bucktommy being soulmates that touches on the invisible string theory and explains how they accidentally found buck’s perfect match. tim sharing the deleted tommy scene is also huge but im waiting to see if he releases more (because i remember seen somewhere that he said there’d be more?) and if he does then great but it’s also still pretty telling to me after the whole karaoke fiasco.

oliver has said nothing but praises towards buck’s queer storyline. he quite literally said if you dont like it then watch something else. despite ppl saying he’s never interacted with bucktommy content online, that’s a lie because he has liked fanart of them.

aisha, kenneth & tracie have all expressed how they like tommy/lou and love working with him.

jlh said she loved bvddie before but is excited to see where buck and tommy go and then on an insta live said she doesn’t think bvddie is happening and was bombarded by toxic fans to the point of ending the live early.

ppl think it’s all some ruse to make it seem like bvddie is never happening so when it does happen it’s a “surprise” ……..

the nasty hate comments are doing nothing but exposing these types of ppl for who they are and that honestly to them, 911 is just the bvddie show to them. the people who run these social media accs for 911 are looking at these comments and cringing, they aren’t running to tim and abc being like “we must give these crazies what they want!” they’re mostly likely being ignored or honestly, as you said, being looked at and just reinforcing their decision to most likely make tommy buck’s endgame so as long as his schedule is open for filming.

what gets me the most about the hate these types of shippers spew online is how they aren’t embarrassed because they are so sooo convinced they will be right one day and therefore their insane, nasty behavior online will be justified. oliver stark literally left twt because of fans like this, people act like he was joking around, that he was shooting the shit probably because “he’s british and british people just have that kind of humor” which yes to a certain extent but let me just add these posts to set an example to why if oliver were still on twt he absolutely would not be happy with the way toxic bvddies are acting right now.

oliver (and ryan&other cast too) being positive abt bvddie never meant it was going to be canon of become canon one day. they do not decide these things, whether they believe it should or not. a lot of bvddie shippers come from previous fandoms where queerbaiting was there, where they were made fun of by actors of their ships, by the creators of the show! so i understand the frustration but oliver is not queerbaiting and buck is not a queerbait character when he quite literally is now confirmed bisexual and in a relationship with a man.

he’s just not the “correct” queer to these people. despite headcanons (hell even i hc eddie as queer!!) eddie so far, in canon, is not queer. by the end s7 he is still shown to not be over shannon and ruins his relationship with his son over this. ryan has stated in interviews he sees eddie as heterosexual, possibly pushing this because of the influx of ship discourse, and he’s glad to see a vulnerable and deep friendship that buck and eddie can have as a straight man and a queer man and how important he thinks it is.

every single thing that points to bvddie never going canon is like they’re being shot point blank in the chest. i get it, your ship not becoming canon sucks, but again, that is what fandom is for! shipping has never been about how canon smth is, there is 20k fics out there for bvddie and they aren’t canon. they can turn that into 40k, 100k, 1M if they really wanted to! instead they use their time and energy posting death threats, wishing death upon a gay character, bullying ppl online for enjoying a ship.

meanwhile from what ive seen bucktommys are rolling with goofy ass spy tommy theories created by antis and making jokes for our own fun.

so yes, i agree overall. they truly don’t deserve what they think they do. we didn’t whine and scream for a deleted scene. they did. we got ours without even expecting it and are having fun.

maybe if they behaved better i wouldn’t be so petty abt it. it’s a shame because of how much potential it has, unfortunately it is just not going that way atm. and even if it does one day, it is not because they paraded online with hate, it is because that’s the story tim and the others wanted to write and abc approved it.

🫳🎤

[bidonica]

what does it mean when maegery patroned merchants and singers? Is it just giving money to them or is it getting something designed? Is it like when someone writes a book and they get it distributed all in the book stores

Well, to patron merchants you simply buy stuff from them; it probably means she had some trusted dealers she went to to buy luxury goods. I often think of the description of the Small Council chamber as an indicator that luxury goods in Westeros are mostly bought from abroad, and you need merchants for that:

The chamber was richly furnished. Myrish carpets covered the floor instead of rushes, and in one corner a hundred fabulous beasts cavorted in bright paints on a carved screen from the Summer Isles. The walls were hung with tapestries from Norvos and Qohor and Lys, and a pair of Valyrian sphinxes flanked the door, eyes of polished garnet smoldering in black marble faces.

As for sponsoring singers, it would mean they were given food and lodging in exchange for entertaining the noblefolks, and probably also money and/or material gifts. You see it with Marillion at the Eyrie:

Since coming to the Eyrie, the singer had become her favorite. He sang Lord Robert to sleep every night, and tweaked the noses of Lady Lysa's suitors with verses that made mock of their foibles. Her aunt had showered him with gold and gifts; costly clothes, a gold arm ring, a belt studded with moonstones, a fine horse. She had even given him her late husband's favorite falcon. It all served to make Marillion unfailingly courteous in Lady Lysa's presence, and unfailingly arrogant outside it.

In the pre industrial Western society asoiaf draws from, artists and often even intellectuals (though the latter could be independently wealthy, which makes sense: there's a higher chance a wealthy person gave their children an education compared to the working classes, though entering the clergy could provide some upward mobility in that respect) depended on the patronage of kings, nobles, and to an extent of institutions such as the church or the state, as in the case of republics. This also meant their work circulated in a much more limited manner than it would do today; we don't call them "mass media" for nothing. Think of how before we figured out how to record and broadcast sounds (so a VERY recent invention), the only way to listen to music would have been to either play it yourself or find someone who played it. You understand that actually "owning" a guy who could play and possibly even write music for you was one hell of a status symbol. In asoiaf you see a pretty archaic version of this, with their singers being essentially troubadours and storyteller, but in essence that's what Mozart was also doing. Hope that answers your question anon!

[wannaeatramyeon]

Yo! I'm in love with your writing 😍 I hope you have a nice day

Btw can we get how all of the lookism men (and htf if it okay) would react dating/crushing on reader with big 3? (Huge tits, thick thighs and big ass). Please I'm begging you 😭🙏

lmao. semi-related: lookism hc - boobs, ass, thighs or...? Sorry anon, this is probably a lot less spicy than you were hoping, or maybe I'm too delulu with how gentlemanly some of these idiots are.

Lookism/HTF crushing on 'Big 3'

DGAF

Beauty is fine. But beauty fades and there needs to be something else there. You're never gonna turn their head with just a tight bod. They would notice something like your smile first, your wit and intelligence, your fighting prowess rather than your figure.

Zack Lee: Ride or die, loyal to a tee. Your body is just a tiny part of your overall package. In fact, feel free to lose your corporeal form. It doesn't make a difference to Zack, he will love you all the same.

DG/James Lee: He's one of the hottest, most sought after idols in South Korea. He has seen a lot of bodies. There needs to be something below the surface for his interest and attention to truly take hold.

Gun Park: Ok fine, but what can you actually do with that body? (Heh. Intepret that how you will...) If the body is just for show, then Gun is not going to be impressed. Follow it up with fighting skills and talent then this man is swooning. And also moves into the pure pest category.

Seong Taehoon: Classic friends to lover. As a friend he barely takes note of your figure. He's not blind. He knows you have a great body but this guy is a bit of a romantic, no matter how cringe he thinks that is. He'll be attracted to your personality traits, your loyalty, your kindness. Your body can be whatever. If he's fallen for you, then it's not going to make a huge difference to him.

+ Daniel Park, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Warren Chae, Sinu Han, Xiaolong, Hudson Ahn, Kwak bros, Jason Yoon, Jerry Kwon, Baek Seongjun, Ji Yeonwoo, Seo Haesu

Doesn't even notice... at first.

"What do you mean 'huge tits, thicc thighs, big ass' on Y/N? Huh?" Once they notice, they cannot stop looking. Tries to go for a sneaky glance all the time. Puts up some pretence of being a gentleman but bro is too weak for the curves.

Jake Kim: Will absolutely notice the way your eyes light up first, how your smile warms his heart. Sure, sure. This man may play it cool(ish), but once he notices your body - it drives him wild. Finds it hard to concentrate with you around. Finds it even harder to concentrate without you around as his imagination runs wild. "Sorry Jerry, can you repeat that?"

Vasco Tabasco/Johan Seong: Thinks they are being subtle with their glances. They are not. Especially if you consider the way their face lights up bright red anytime they check you out. And if you catch them, then you can literally see them shrivel up and die before your eyes in real time.

+Jace Park, Lineman, Brad Lee, Han Wangguk, Kim Munseong

Pure pest

These guys will not keep their hands off you. Public decency be damned. The kind of bastard that will tell others to "GET A ROOM" even if they're the ones being completely inappropriate. Better keep a leash on them if you're not into being an exhibitionist.

Goo Kim: The body is a bonus. Nevertheless, it's a pretty big bonus. You will be spoiled to high heavens with clothing that this pervert likes to see you in. Figure skimming, curve hugging. Assuming you're comfortable with it. Don't be mistaken though, Goo likes seeing you in these clothes but he believes in dressing for yourself as much as for anyone else.

Samuel Seo: the most reserved out of these terrible four. He has appearances to keep up, and cares about propriety... to an extent. But will always keep a hand on your thigh or your ass. A way to claim what is his, if you will. Once he gets you on his own, his hands are roaming.

+Vin Jin, Ryuhei Kuroda

[brbgottagetkfc]

My think piece (lol, I am looking into it 🔍):

Like...I sorta get the dynamic. Because it seems like despite being friends all of them are pretty lonely themselves. Y/N is sort of like a shard that kind of breaks the normalcy for them, so they kind of reject her in that sense. It easier to cling to coldness when its all you've known, warmth seems too scary. Maybe Satoru sees that and thinks he needs to hold them up in a way (not disrupt their normalcy), so enages in the way they like: the shots at Y/N, playing that game to act like Y/N doesn't mean much. Nice got them killed as you mentioned, being treated like weapons from a time when they needed to be nurtured. So maybe Y/N reminds them how hardened they have become, so they cling to the status quo of their loneliness in the friendship. Its like seeing how much more happy Satoru is but needing the reasurance that ‘You're still like us, she'll never get you because she hasn't been treated as disposable like we have, we have the same experiences you are better off with us, we only had each other, so it has to be the same'

Its not Y/N's respponsibility to heal them, but being open to her as a friend would do wonders for them. I just don't get Utahime posting that, it was mean. All of them were very mean. Utahime's reasoning seems like the same thing, she doesn't love Satoru but its that thing about familarity. Y/N's the other one, shining light on the ice in her friend group, the message may not be ‘He still likes me and wants me more' but may be more so ‘We're all fine, you didn't change him, or take him away from us, he's still our friend, with the same blood on his hands, the same fate as us as weapons, its okay, we'll all stick together'

But it would be nice to see it all addressed, because that video was like the final blow, she saw them post it, saw him laugh at the digs, the little jope she had shattered. Its necessary to hash out that instance. Love and friendship does help with wound and scars, both for Satoru and his little group.

Even the most simplest smaus show a lot things. You did an amazing job. Eager for part 3 (I hope you do it, give like a proper ending, I would hope a happy one, it would take him time given the extent to which it hurt).

OMG thank you so much, anon, for taking the time and dropping such an insightful ask, makes me ooey gooey inside knowing some of y'all liked my Smaus enough to put so much thought into it

As for your take of the post, it's almost exactly what I was going for, but I didn't want to make the post longer than it is right now, so I couldn't write all that in.

I think the friendgroup treats reader so horribly is because they never saw her as a permanent fixture to the group in first place, and they're assholes in general, all of them, including Satoru. Satoru doesn't stand up for reader when his friends mock her because (a) he's not sure how to display the "boyfriend" version of him in front of the friendgroup and (b) he tries to convince himself, and reader that they're mocking her as an extension of mocking him, which they actually do, the group is also very mean to each other in general

As for the reason utahime and shoko bully reader is because they think Satoru's gone soft (weak)

Ever since she came into their lives, and that makes them mad enough to extra hard on reader. They don't find it to be wrong, and they enjoy the reactions reader has to their bullying, as well as putting Satoru in that position, because they think Satoru is being a wimp if he wants to protect reader's feelings.

It's not just the girls that are mean to reader. Suguru and Nanami aren't particularly nice to her either, but they're also not invested enough to target her at every given opportunity. They're toxic to each other & horrible. All of them.

Satoru had 2 years to resolve his issues, to establish boundaries within his friends' group and treat reader with the dignity she deserved, but he failed to prioritise his relationship, and chose to be passive and evasive to avoid confrontation of any sort, even at the expense of his partner.

It's not readers responsibility to try to fix a man who doesn't truly want to change. Even if he does alter his priorities to appease reader, it won't be right, because he'd be doing that to hold onto the sanctuary reader provides him with, and not because he finds his current behaviour problematic.

With all that being said, I don't think a reconciliation is on the table for these two :(

[w1nds0ul]

I’ve seen some nsfw and sfw alphabets of sigma and the writers always somehow mischaracterize him, like it’s similar to how people baby him because he’s “three years old” and pathetic (they call him shy boi, smol bean, etc.)

and since your a sigma kin, I think you’ll do a better job at making the alphabets for sigma without mischaracterizing him too much, sooo..

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO A ALPHABET OF SIGMA!! ( And if it doesn’t bother you, could you make one of Nikolai… ) you don’t have to do this request if it’s too complex 💔

Of course anon! No problem.

( Someone wanted me to do a fyodor alphabet and i turned it down out of demotivation and confusion, so sorry about that! )

“ 𝘔𝘦? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵… 𝘮𝘦? ”

𝘚𝘐𝘎𝘔𝘈 𝘟 𝘎𝘕！ 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙, 𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵．

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, slight mentions of stalking. ( 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 so expect some errors. )



A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sigma, being the man that he is, wants everyone to enjoy themselves in his casino, that includes you. So if you want affection you’ll absolutely have it, though he isn’t extremely good at it due to him being inexperienced with love. You want a kiss? Sure but make sure you two are at a semi public area such as his office or a vacant corner of the casino. Want a hug? Go ahead, he receives hugs a lot. He enjoys PDA to an extent, even initiating it by pecking your cheek or forehead whenever your around (in private preferably). He also likes when you two hold hands, and finds it convenient whenever the casino is crowded with lots of people on a busy day.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Due to his work and affiliations, it’ll be hard to befriend him. Additionally, he doesn’t trust people super easily unless necessary so you’ll have to somehow earn it. He’s nice, but prefers to keep people at a certain level than him (also since Fyodor and Nikolai taught him to not trust others so quickly, he kept that idea in the back of his head.) On the other hand, if you’re part of the DoA then he wouldn’t mind being in your presence, perhaps even enjoying it. If you do happen to be friends with him, you two often play card games like poker or uno with silly bets, such as whoever loses has to pay lunch for next time. He won’t tell you any DoA plans obviously, but will sometimes vent about how stressful his co-workers, the casino or others can really be.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Sigma loves cuddles. Once he found out what cuddles are, he couldn’t get enough of it. It makes him feel the warmth and sensation of having a home and being with someone who loves him like he does for them. Although his ability involves physical contact, he himself is touch-starved. Obviously with the casino being his ‘home sweet home’, you can’t really hug something as big as the casino, but now since you are his ‘home’ then it’s more convenient. On days where Sigma doesn’t work or he happens to be lazy, he clings on to you, whether you spoon him or he spoons you. ( When he spoons you, there is a possessive yet protective aura that you can sense, similar to that of Nikolai. )

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Sigma would love to settle down, but that will also mean possibly leaving the casino behind, therefore it’s a half yes and half no. Believe or not, he is surprisingly decent at cooking and especially good at cleaning (in his Bungo Stray Dogs Wan!, he was described to love cleaning the casino), even enjoying it as a little side hobby, often times he can be seen cleaning the windows of his office. If you want him to be a house-husband, he’d be hesitant before being fine with it, but if you were to be the stay at home, he’d love that a little more. That’ll mean that he will have someone to come home to, and that’s his dream to do that. If his lover happens to not be ready to settle down then that would also be alright, he’s rather patient with the people he loves the most.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Once you break up with Sigma, he will feel extremely upset about it, and constantly questions if he did anything wrong on his part. He’ll think of you often before slowly forgetting about you while you go on forgetting about him too. (that’s a lie, he won’t fully forget you because you’ll always be in the back of his mind. Which may cause some slight stalking just to see what you’re up to now.) If he’s the one who breaks up— which is highly unlikely depending on how much he loves you already—then he will sit down with you and explain that you both maybe aren’t meant to be, it’ll hurt him just as much as it will for you. Of course, he’ll ask you whether you’ll be okay on your own. Asking if you need somewhere to stay, gladly letting you rent out a suite in the sky casino, though expect some awkward encounters or just full on avoiding each other throughout your stay. If you knew of the DoA’s plans somehow, ( and as much as he doesn’t want to have to do this… ) sigma will have to… k!ll you, whether it’s through Fyodor’s request, Nikolai’s or even through his own instincts. It’ll burn him for a very long time, but eventually, Fyodor will tell him to suck it up, and who is he to say no to a man like him. ( Fyodor probably threatened him too for sulking and mourning “like a little bitch”. )

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Sigma will take a bit long to pop the question. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to marry you or something, he absolutely craves that feeling of both of you sharing vows. He wants to make sure that you really are the one for him, and you aren’t using him for your pleasure or his money. He’ll seek the rest of the DoA’s, and even Dazai’s advice before coming to a decision. The way he’ll propose is when you two go out somewhere, somewhere where it’s quiet, romantic, and not many people are around, and then Sigma finally goes on one knee with a gorgeous and expensive wedding ring. He would be absolutely enthusiastic if you say yes, giving you a tight hug, and a sigh of relief that you accepted his proposal. Once you marry Sigma, there won’t likely be a divorce unless it’s absolutely necessary, such as affairs, etc. He is very loyal and isn’t afraid of commitment, hoping you’d feel the same way.

The wedding will be small of course, due to him being a terrorist, it isn’t safe for the wedding to be big because of its risks, but he will indeed put a LOT of effort to make sure that day is perfect for you two. Nikolai will be helping you pick out your wedding outfit, and Nathaniel will be the one making you do your vows. The only people that will be in attendance is Nikolai, Fyodor, and three of Sigma’s most trusted subordinates ( that most likely will be murdered afterwards anyways. ). And once he sees you walk down the aisle, with Ivan, he thinks yours absolutely breathtaking and even is ready to faint at your beauty. He himself looks stunning as well, this was also your first time where you saw Sigma in a ponytail with gems in his hair.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Sigma is gentle in a equal amount, emotionally and physically. Though he sometimes has to show tough love and that gentleness can falter. He has a “average amount of gentleness” (he says that whenever you ask him ). Sigma can be very angry and tough when he wants/needs to be, and just like the other DoA members, that side can be a little scary. It’s very rare for him to be that way, and you’ll have to make him extremely pissed off to see it. Though the anger and irritation we all know and love is something you’d see mostly, often when he’s dealing with people he doesn’t like. Physically though, the rumor of gamblers, card players, and casino players having skilled hands seems to be true when your with him. Whenever you cry he whispers how pretty/handsome you are in your ear, caressing your cheek and wiping tears away with his thumb. With Sigma being the owner of the casino, and his ability to successfully calm customers, it wouldn’t be a surprise that his words are sweet and addicting.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Sigma Likes hugs. He has received lots of hugs from people in the casino, platonically or romantically. But they sometimes make him feel a little uncomfortable and when you do hug him, he just stands there awkwardly not knowing what to do next. Hugging him more often will get sigma to be used to it, and he’ll start to wrap his arms around you. Isn’t opposed to surprise hugs ( hugging from behind ), but they can scare the shit out of him. He likes when you bury your face into his back, neck or hair during a hug, they even make him feel protected and safe. While he’s working at his desk, you’re allowed with sit on his lap during those times, just don’t get used to it since his employees come in and out of his office. After meetings, when you hug him, Sigma feels nervous or uncomfortable because of Nikolai and Fyodor watching you wrap your arms around him. He’ll most likely mumble to you that you need to let go now and to refrain from giving hugs after meetings or when in their vicinity. Don’t take this personally, he loves you, he really does, but it can prevent the constant teasing Nikolai gives him later on.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it whenever the time is right, like when your sad, during Sex, little affirmation messages around the house or through text. Once Sigma learned this phrase, he wouldn’t stop using it the first week of learning. Using it so much to the point where you told him he needed to tone it down the frequency of saying it (to which he did). Sigma isn’t doing it to be annoying, he wants to make sure you know that you are loved, that you are important to him. Sigma is very good at detecting discomfort, so you don’t even have to tell him to stop saying it (If you so happen to not like those words). He wants to you to be okay and comfortable around him, you are one of his top priorities now.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Sigma can get jealous easily, but only when it comes to your safety and comfort. He doesn’t show it, but you’ll know once he starts to look uncomfortable with some person flirting with you across the room. He gets more jealous and uncomfortable when Nikolai or Fyodor talk and flirt with you, especially Nikolai considering his odd nature. He wants you only for himself (not in a yandere way) and it just makes him so peeved and upset to see you laugh or be happier with someone that isn’t him, it makes him feel like he isn’t doing enough. Though there is a part of Sigma that tells him that you won’t leave him, even if it falters from time to time. If someone approaches you with flirtatious intent, he stands next to you, striking a conversation with you and that person in order to cockblock. It’s successful as always thanks to him being good with words, and the person tends to get bored and leaves. On days where he’s extra agitated, once sigma and the said person who wants to make advances on you, it’s a different man, nearly a different man. His words are more serious and straightforward, enough to get the person to leave you alone. He always asks if your okay afterwards, and apologizes about the person, even though it wasn’t his fault. He really can’t help it, you’re too precious to him and it would be a shame if he lost you like that, it really would.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sigma’s kisses depend on his mood, if he was stressed they are rough but slow (yeah I know weird combination…), needy but sweet, and if he’s feeling nice that day, they are so delicate and gentle, addicting like honey. He prefers to keep his professional and personal conditions separate, so kisses in public are partially not aloud, aside from hand, knuckles or quick peck on the cheek kisses. Though in a private vicinity, kisses are absolutely everything to him, it’s something new to him so he’d definitely give a bunch all over your face just to be playful. At first, kisses with Sigma can be awkward and confusing, but that’s only because he’s inexperienced considering that you are his first everything. With patience, and gentle teachings, he’ll become a great kisser, so good in fact that it’s hard to even tell if he was really inexperienced or not. During times where he’s stressed, his kisses get more softer and he’ll shyly and hesitantly ask you for some kisses. Once you oblige, he’ll forget what the word stress even is.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s met a few kids in the casino on rare occasions, always leading them back to their guardian. He’s dreamed of starting a family and tries to know everything he could about raising a child, just in case. Compared to Nikolai and Fyodor, he’s mostly the type who loves to play with them, playing tag, and hide and seek with them with his child. He loves to read them bedtime stories and sing them lullabies he learned from Nikolai, an employee or elsewhere. Only downside is that Sigma’s hair can be off putting to kids and sometimes scares them, it truly breaks his heart when he sees that they are scared of him all because of his abnormal color scheme.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Sigma are basic, just exactly how he see himself. Because of his work at the sky casino, he’s an early bird, and he wakes up so early in fact that you are still asleep by time he leaves. If you happened to wake up early like him, he always asks if you slept okay, if you need anything before he leaves, additionally you also get to hear his voice be a little raspy and more soft in the morning. Sigma usually orders breakfast for you and him (eating his then leaving yours there), and once he’s done, he goes off to his daily objectives while you go off to yours. In case you wake up wondering where the hell he went, Sigma regularly sends you a text to let you know that he’s just off working, wishing you a nice day and to come into his office occasionally to check in with him at some point of the afternoon, not in the evening due to the casino being more busy at that time.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Sigma are just as casual as the mornings are, but there’s a little bit of a twist in it. Often times than you think, he comes home more later than how a normal person should return home, meaning hours later. It all depends, sometimes 12 AM sharp, sometimes 1 or 2 AM exact. Going along with the time he wakes up, Sigma knows it’s unhealthy to be up so late and wake up so early but who is he to not even run the casino at all, someone has to get it done anyways. When he does come to the suite at a normal time, he always goes to you first before anything else, asking about your day and then he goes on ranting about his, and what happened in the casino. Afterwards he goes to shower or bathe (if you want to join him, go right ahead, even though he’ll be hesitant), and put his hair in some type of comfortable hairstyle, typically a ponytail, braids, or a bun. Finally you two sit down and chat about this and that, eating cookies with whatever hot beverage of your choosing. And after that long evening, you two cuddle and sleep, as I said, typical.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

As said in Letter ‘B’ and ‘F’ , it wouldn’t be super easy to get him to trust you but when he does, it’ll get more easier for him to talk to you as time goes. You have to be at a certain relationship/friendship level with Sigma to get him to talk about his past, his ability, and his involvement with the DoA. Even if he did, he doesn’t ‘remember’ his past well enough to even tell you anything. Slowly, Sigma will slip in a few things about himself in your conversation unknowingly to see how you’d take it, and if you take it well enough, then he’ll start to mention it more noticeably. To him it’s all about if you care about him enough to remember his likes, dislikes, and problems in life, and if you do remember, then congratulations! You really are the one for him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He would never yell at you or lay a finger on you, it just isn’t in his morals and it’s just wrong in general. He doesn’t get ‘angry’ at all either, with it being more like an irritation and disappointing, discomforting type of angry, which is a side you’ll see often when he’s around Dazai or Nikolai. Sigma’s patience is at an average level, and is willing to wait for you patiently if you aren’t ready for something (marriage, sex, children, etc.). He will never want to force you in anything and if you ever needed to talk to him, he will always listen. Only thing is that he expects you to just as patient as him, maybe even a little more because he can be a bit to handle regarding his anxiety. (Sigma will won’t verbally tell you that though)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Other than being a overthinking, cutesy mess, remembering things is Sigma’s speciality. His ability allows him to gain information that he wants about a person through physical contact with them, but he must give a piece of information that they want to know about him in return (which he could very easily fabricate in his head, if he wanted to). So every hug, kiss, cuddle, or any other physical interaction, he gains a piece of information of you in exchange of a little something about him. And by forcing himself to remember what he wants to remember, it’s not that hard for Sigma to know you more than anyone else in your life. He will remember your birthday, your family member’s birthdays, any pets you have, your financial situation, any mental or physical illnesses, etc. He will especially try to remember your interests, since he can use that to strike conversations that will last a long time with you, always ending up successful and satisfied in the end.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Ironic and corny as it sounds, his favorite moment was when you two first met. It fascinates him on how someone like you just happened to find someone like himself, and the fact he never paid you any mind at first makes it even more crazier to think about to him. You were just a person at the casino, and had the audacity to interact with him, it makes him in love with you all over again. He also favorites the moment he realized that you were his reason to live. Since he has no family, friends, or memory of where he came from, he’s never had a reason to exist other than the casino until now. You were his reason, you are why he should keep on existing. It warms him in the inside so much every time he thinks about it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

If he’s really in love with you, he sees you as precious as the Sky casino itself, and to him that’s a lot. Sigma can be rather protective and worries that you might get hurt or taken by someone all because of his association with Fyodor, Nikolai, and the DoA in general. He’s a terrorist after all, so he’ll expect at least one or more people to come after him. If someone is going to get to you, they have to get through him first. It won’t be visible at first, but soon enough you’ll have a few of his employees keeping a watchful eye on you when you go out the suite. If you go grocery shopping or to some other place, he’ll occasionally go with you, or send a bodyguard to go as a replacement for him. As for Sigma, he doesn’t need protection and he has his own weapons as a backup, in fact he is his own weapon.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

To say the very least, he does an average amount of effort into those things, or perhaps above average. Sigma wants to try and pamper you like the importance you are, and what’s a better way than to do so on a date, with a gift, etc. He may not always have time to do things for you though, so as long as you’re fine with the lack of time, it’s good. It’ll be worth it when he does have the time, because this man can put a lot of effort into things, such as a expensive reserved dinner date on a balcony, with rose petals on the floor when you two get home, and sweet words to you left and right. It’s all so sweet and beautiful on how much work he’s put in things, just to show how much he loves you. Regarding gifts, Sigma gets you things depending on your interest, but the thing he mostly goes for is jewelry, such as necklaces that he swear looks oh so gorgeous on you, or a ring for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

If you couldn’t tell from the show/manga, Sigma has a bad habit of overthinking and overworking to a point where the pressure is at its peak. He has severe anxiety and personal breakdowns in private. Sometimes you even wake up in the middle of the night to see Sigma sitting at the desk in your shared suite, mumbling to himself, tapping his fingers on the desk, clicking a pen over and over again, or hyperventilating. Although it can be annoying at some point with how often it happens, It really isn’t his fault, he can’t help the thoughts that constantly flood his head. It’s stressful to take care of a casino and make everyone enjoy themselves, especially forcing yourself to remember the names, conditions, etc, of the guests. It does get worrying that maybe Sigma might overthink/overwork himself so much to the point where it puts him in the hospital or worse. He’ll need space or sometimes comfort whenever it happens, and if you can provide that, then he’ll start to feel better in no time. Even so, he won’t care nor stop you from helping him calm down if absolutely necessary, it’s what he needs afterall.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Sigma has earned a LOT of compliments and flirtatious comments because of his looks, status, personality, etc. There even are some gamblers who ask for him to come home with them, in which he always declines. He isn’t insecure about much other than how his hair looks, he was “born” with it — yes, but he has received harsh insults on how it appears before. He often times gets some odd looks on the color, since it’s a rather unusual look compared to more normal hair colors. Once sigma does explain to whoever asked that his hair color is indeed natural, they don’t always believe him. Maybe stroking a bit of his ego by saying how pretty is hair is, or playing with it, might make him feel more better about how it appears. Sigma also feels insecure about being “too ordinary”. No matter how many times you comfort him, it will always make him feel insecure.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Pretty much he would. Once again probably his first lover and his reason to live, so it’ll only make sense for him to feel like a large portion is his has been taken away. Your smile when you see him, or the twinkle in your eye when he had a new hairstyle for that week, would be something he would miss everyday. if your death happened to be caused by someone, he will not hesitate to kill or have them killed immediately.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

As much as he doesn’t want to admit it to you because it’s embarrassing for him, Sigma likes it when you doll him up just for fun, like putting decorations in his hair, putting it in ponytails, braiding it, painting his nail, doing his makeup, etc. He’s rather a good substitute for a woman and after you’re done with him, you’d actually think that he was a woman and not a male this whole time. All that he asks is that you remove the makeup and hair, but keep the nails if you do choose (his nails are canonically long). He would rather work for two days straight than to hear the teasing of Nikolai and Fyodor when they see him in such a state.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

As long as you aren’t like Fyodor, Nikolai, or someone who is ridiculous, immoral, disrespectful, and lazy, then he would love to have you as a lover. Additionally, Sigma wouldn’t want a person who uses him, it makes him uncomfortable and reminds him of the rest of the DoA. He’s fine with you being lazy on a lazy day, but being lazy everyday is just unacceptable to him. He’s a hard-worker and laziness or half-assness just doesn’t sit with him well. Nikolai and Fyodor’s behavior just is unnerving so Sigma definitely wouldn’t want that in a partner either. If your friends with one of them or even both of them, he wouldn’t mind at all, just hoping that you wouldn’t turn into a mess like them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

There’s this hat he wears to sleep that looks straight out of a cartoon (I’m not making this up, the hat is canonical…) and it’s to only keep his hair from going all over the place. He also mumbles a little in his sleep, but that’s probably because he sorts out his memories from his ability. You might hear names of people you’ve seen in the casino coming out of his mouth. On some nights though, he twitches instead of mumbling. He can have some pretty scary nightmares and be in some uncomfortable situations in his dreams, causing him to jolt or shake while he sleeps. If it bothers you, he will have no problem going to the couch for the night.

[khunyuki]

Ok I thought of an idea for kn8 hear me out Pls!!!!! what about soshirou older brother aka soichiro enter the fight between narumi and soshirou but like in a funny scenario like him witnessing the love triangle going on decided to tease the two by making them jealous by using kagami in front of everyone to witness I'm talking hugging kagami , leaning towards her , putting his head on her lap, and whispering to her something that make her blush and giving her gift basically all those cheesy cliche stuff which ends up the two rival working together doing whatever it takes to get souchiro away from kagami in end souchiro revealing he won't steal kagami from them ( kinda think since we know that soichiro obviously care for soshirou that he would atleast have a great relationship to kagami in some extent to see how his brother doing)

Sorry if this to long 😭 also love your stories!!! They're amazing ♥️

Ohhhh!!! That's a very interesting idea anon! I've thought of Soichiro doing this with his brother only but adding Gen to the mix? Definitely chaos HAHAHA

Thank you very much for loving my stories, anon🥹 Also, your idea is fine, great even! The more specific the better hehehe

Anyways, here's your order! I hope you enjoy~

"I've lived my life with blade and you always by my side"

ʀᴇqᴜᴇꜱᴛ: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

Pairing/s: Hoshina Soshiro x Uzui Kagami x Narumi Gen, feat. Hoshina Soichiro

Masterlist: TOC

The City of Akihabara. Famous for its electronics shops, arcade games, maid cafes, and stores catering to anime and game lovers. It was not a place you would see Uzui Kagami in but here she is, standing in its busy streets, waiting for someone.

"Onee-san~ Are you alone? Wanna hang out with me?"

This was not something she could avoid could she. She was prepared to ignore the person trying to pick her up but as that person stood in front of her, she could recognize the tail of white and purple hair. And as she looked up, she could see the familiar face of her dear brother-in-law.

"Not cool, Soichiro-niisan"

She deadpanned at the person in front of her who was unbothered by her reaction.

"You would totally react if it was Soshiro who did it"

If his narrow eyes could wink, he would totally be doing so. He knew that mentioning little brother's name would make her react and he's proven to be correct as she tries to hide her blush from him.

"So~ Why does my cute little sister want to meet up in Akihabara of all places?"

"I wanted to buy a gift for Soshiro but I don't know what. My captain said there are some games good for couples to play"

Soichiro hummed as he looked around the place. He's been here before with some of his friends but knew it was her first time. He glanced back at his sister who seemed really curious about the place.

"For now, why don't we look around first"

Kagami nodded as they started walking, her eyes darting all over the place. They talked as they walked, catching up on things while stopping to window shop at some stores.

Kagami would sometimes hangout with her future brother-in-law, Hoshina Soichiro, despite the disapproval of her fiance, his brother. The reason she's doing this is simple. She knew just how much Soichiro adores his little brother yet Soshiro doesn't want anything to do with his older brother. She's tried hard to reconcile them again and again but failed everytime.

So here she is, spending her time with her big brother, just to tell him stories about his little brother. Of course that doesn't mean she'll only be talking about him! Kagami is a single child so she's really happy to have a big brother like Soichiro, as he is overjoyed to have a sister like her. Hanging out with Soichiro-niisan just to be spoiled is truly the main purpose of this event!

"Our little Kagamin is really spoiled, isn't she?"

He pinched her nose as she scrunched up with his actions, squatting his hand away. He could only laugh at her as he ruffled her hair. Her arm still link around his as she glared at him for ruining her hair.

To the two, these signs of affection are only part of their usual interactions as siblings-in-law. To a bystander, however, it seems like two lovers are having PDA on the streets.

Lovebirds.

That's what it looked like to Narumi Gen who dropped his newly bought PS6 to the ground in shock. His eyes were bulging out of his sockets and his jaw was technically on the floor as he watched his crush drag away the long haired male to someplace with their arms linked together.

"This can't be! NOOOOOOO!!!!!"

Narumi Gen dramatically reacted as he kneeled on the ground and hit it with both of his fists like a meme, the passersby avoiding him like a plague. He would wipe the crocodile tears but instead, there was fire burning in his eyes.

Who does that guy think he is putting his hands on his crush?!!!

He saw Kagami and that guy he doesn't know by the claw machines. She was pointing at the purple cat with squinted eyes as he tried to get it for her. Gen saw her laughing at him for not being able to get it on his first try as the man flicked her forehead before trying it again. He gripped the machine he was hiding behind at and is definitely gritting his teeth with jealousy.

The Strongest Narumi Gen: oi

The Strongest Narumi Gen: Kagami's with someone

The Strongest Narumi Gen: fuck they're too close

The Weakest Bastard: What do you mean?

Hoshina Soshiro couldn't help raising his eyebrow once he saw the message. His fiancee being too close to someone? That's impossible.

Big Fat Loser sent a photo

Big Fat Loser: i'm gonna kill this bastard

Soshiro looked at the photo and the default smile on his face dropped. Was this why Kagami wasn't hanging out with him on their day off? Cuz she's having a date with his brother?? He could imagine his brother doing this on purpose just to annoy him, and it's proven to be effective.

I Am Winner: that's my brother

I Am Winner: i'm coming over

Those were Soshiro's last words as he exited his apartment, heading straight for Akihabara. Ain't no way he's letting his brother get away with this scheme.

The moment Narumi Gen saw the word brother on the screen, he understood just why he found that man irritating. His hair color was different but those eyes, those narrowed eyes were the same. He had a nagging feeling on the back of his head the whole time he was watching them, about where he had seen this fox-eyed man before. Turns out it was Hoshina Soichiro, captain of the Sixth Division, the older brother of his rival.

Hoshina Soichiro was no idiot. He already saw the captain of the First Division following them as soon as they exited the arcade. There's no way he's not feeling the daggers digging onto his back nor the dark aura he's exuding. He knows what Narumi's relationship was with his little sister for she tells him about it, sometimes complaining.

The captain of the First Division likes his little sister, that part was obvious. His little brother obviously loves his fiancee. He also knows of the rivalry between him and his brother. Hoshina Soichiro grins widely at the devious plan he came up with.

"What do you wanna do next?"

Soichiro placed his arm on her shoulders as they walked the busy streets of Akihabara. She tilted her head but let him be. He could hear growling behind as the aura of seething jealousy could no longer be contained.

"I'm hungry"

She pretended to think before telling him she's hungry, which earned a chuckle from him. They entered a restaurant, sitting on a table for 4, with Gen secretly following behind them. He sat a few tables away, hiding his face with the menu.

As the two placed their orders, the door to the restaurant opened and in come Soshiro, who tried to hide the fact that he rushed there. He was going to interrupt the two before he got dragged back by Gen.

"Why did you drag me back?"

"Are you crazy? Why would you head there without a plan?!"

"I don't need a plan to talk to my fiancee"

"This bastard..."

The two bickering idiots were bound to be noticed as they didn't bother hiding while doing so. Even more as they stand in the middle of the establishment, attracting the attention of other customers, particularly the two they were spying on. The staff wanted to try and stop the dispute but were too scared to do so.

"Now now, it's not good to fight the two of you"

The two who were grabbing each other's collars just now looked at the man that placed his hands on their shoulders. The man who was sitting a few tables away was now stopping their fight. The same man who was the cause of this in the first place.

"Soshiro and Gen-kun? What are you doing here?"

Kagami who also got up from her sit, wanting to help stop the commotion was surprised to see the people she wasn't expecting to be there at all. The two immediately wrapped their arms on each other's shoulder as they looked at her in a merry attitude.

"What a coincidence to see you here, Kagami"

"We were just in the area looking around"

Soshiro and Gen spoke alternatively, maintaining the facade. While they didn't totally answer her question, she didn't mind it.

"I knew it. You two are really close"

She smiled happily as she saw the good relationship between the two rivals. As expected, all of their bickerings and fights were just an expression of their closeness. Soichiro laughed at how oblivious she was to the situation, clearly seeing the two at each other's throats a few moments ago.

"Why don't you two join us for lunch? It would be bad for business if we continue to stand around here wouldn't it?"

Soichiro suggested as he had already dragged Kagami back to their seats, this time sitting besides her than in front. The two looked at each other before trying to take the sit in front of her first. Fortunately for Gen, he got was closer and sat first. Unfortunately for Soshiro, he had to face his brother rather than his fiancee.

"So... What brought you two in Akiba together?"

Gen was the first to ask, having been the one who's following them for a while. Side-eyeing the captain of the Sixth Division.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other so I just wanted to hang out with my little sister"

Acting oblivious, Soichiro side hugged Kagami and leaned his head on hers. This seemed to fluster her but she didn't stop him. Of course this would mean the two males in front of them were technically killing him on their heads now.

"I'm quite upset. Why didn't you tell me you're going to hang out with him of all people, Kagami"

Soshiro pretended to pout as he crossed his arms, looking quite disappointed. Kagami immediately became crestfallen, having been guilty of not telling him about it first.

"I'm sorry. You didn't want to talk about him so I..."

"It's not your fault"

It's this guy, he thought as he frowned at his brother who was clearly enjoying this.

"This brat, why are you making my sister sad?"

Soichiro pat Kagami in the head to comfort her. He pretended to frown as if what his brother did upsets him, when in fact, he was trying hard not a grin so hard.

"If you wanted to look around Akiba, you could just ask me! I know every inch and corner of this place"

Gen not liking how he's being ignored, turned back the question to him. He's incredibly annoyed but he had to hide it in front of his crush.

"I was actually going to but you said you were busy with the new game you just bought"

As if lightning had struck him, Gen couldn't help but react dramatically. It was there! The opportunity was there! Yet he blew it! He hit his head on the table from shame, crying crocodile tears, which startled Kagami who asked if he was okay.

Their orders arrived while Kagami was busily trying to comfort Gen. Soshiro took a sip from his drink as he blatantly ignored his brother. This made his brother show a sad smile, thinking his reaction was inevitable after everything.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine"

"Kagami told me a lot about you"

"I see"

The silence was awkward as Soshiro shut Soichiro down. Soshiro doesn't hate his brother but he couldn't help the feeling of inferiority every time he sees him. It's been so long since the last time they had contact so he just doesn't know what to do.

Gen could care less about their relationship as brothers but seeing how worried Kagami was, he had to at least do something.

"Remember that game I introduced to you last time? That one you liked most"

He tried to distract her but engaging a conversation with her alone.

"Which one? Oh! The visual novel one! What was it called again? Oto- Otome? Otome game!"

Kagami was confused at first as he had made her play plenty of games. Some she couldn't understand how to, the others easy but she doesn't quite like. For someone who likes to read like her, there is only one answer.

"I didn't expect you to be the type to play otome games, sis"

Amused, Soshiro and Soichiro joined the conversation. She tilted her head, not knowing what's wrong with it.

"It's unrealistic but the stories will hook you up. Though I don't know why there were plenty of guys/girls to choose from"

Soshiro squinted his also narrow eyes at the guy beside him in a 'what are you teaching her' kind of way. Gen feigned ignorance as he whistled.

As they finished eating and chatting, it was now time to leave. It was not in their plan to have two extras joining but it wasn't unwelcomed. The only thing was if they should continue their initial plan or not.

"Wanna head to the park, sis?"

Kagami nodded her head at her dear brother's suggestion, oblivious to the reactions of the two men who joined them.

"What about you guys, wanna come?"

Soichiro wanted to snicker bit he couldn't make it too obvious that he's finding their jealousy entertaining. He wanted to see how far he can go with teasing them as he whispered something to his sister's ear.

The two men saw her blush as she immediately hit his arm in embarrassment. Their glares worsened as they watched the smirk on his face growing wider by the second.

"Sure, why not? I'm free"

Gen took her side, squatting the arm trying to wrap itself on her shoulders. Once again taking her attention away to himself.

"Better than leaving you two alone"

Soshiro squeezed himself between Kagami and Soichiro as he tried to link their arms together. By now, Kagami was surrounded from both sides leaving Soichiro on the side. They started walking while ignoring the pouting man following behind them.

As soon as they arrived at Ueno Park, they could see a lot of people coming and going. There really wasn't much greenery as there were more ample pathways and flea market vendors in there. Depending on their choice, they could either go to the zoo, museums, or the lake. As they have a lot of time, they decided to go to all of them.

While Kagami was having a blast, the same couldn't be said to the three. Soshiro and Gen were joining forces to prevent Soichiro from getting closer to her which takes a lot of patience cuz he's so persistent. And when they think they fended him off, they'll be fighting each other for her attention which will give Soichiro an opportunity to take her away. Really, they couldn't get a break. As long as she's happy then they'll endure this.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks"

They decided to rest on a bench after walking for a long time. It was really tiring but fun. So to show her gratitude, Kagami headed to the nearest vending machine to get them some drinks, leaving the three behind.

"No need to be so on guard, you two"

Once she was gone, the two unleashed a full on hostile attempt on Soichiro, finally being alone with him. He sweatdropped at them, raising his hands to show he means no harm.

"I'm not planning on stealing her"

They squinted at him, not believing his words at all.

"You better not"

They said at the same time as Soichiro just laughed awkwardly.

"I only think of Kagami as a little sister, after all"

He said this to reassure them but, in actuality, he's pointedly saying this to his brother. She'll be his sister in the future so there's nothing wrong in getting close, no?

"Umm... There are people waiting for me. Could you please get out of the way?"

The three of them could say more to each other but as soon as they saw Kagami being surrounded by two strangers who couldn't seem to get a hint. They dropped everything as they went to her. Soichiro and Gen holding on both of them while Soshiro takes her in his arms.

While they may not get along with each other, they will surely move together for her sake.

Note/s: It was fun writing this but I think I kinda half-assed it from the middle to the end😭 I'm sleepy, tired and busy so I just rushed the ending, skipped some parts, and didn't get to edit this properly. Sorry about that🙇‍♀️ But!! I think I showed what needed to be seen so I do hope you guys are satisfied🥹🥹🥹 Anyways, thank you again for reading my stories🫶💕

[melonteee]

How do you feel about people who judge one pieces worthiness to be watched by the fact that all the women have big tits? Some people literally refuse to watch it for that reason alone and I think that's..kind of sad? Like I understand where they are coming from to an extent. (I must admit when I first watched, i thought it was very unnecessary) but over time I've actually grown to not mind/even like it LOL because I realized that it literally doesn't take away from anything at all. Unlike other anime. Which tends to take characters out of their own characterization just to give a boob to face gag or panty shot. But one piece doesn't do that?? And I was honestly kind of shocked. (I mean besides nami seeing ussop again after the time skip, but I thought that was fucking wholesome as hell) I would do the same thing to ussop LOL i say this as a fellow lesbian with big tits (like nami) who also wants to walk around half naked but can't because people are scared of the titty 😔

One Piece's style is so interesting because Toei do amp it up, but when you read the manga...Oda's style is like, ridiculous, but his women really do NOT look that bad. Like take this cover for example

Yes the waists are tiny and some of the boobies are boobying but is it...really THAT ridiculous looking??? I don't think there's anything bad about it at all apart from the fact the bodies are just the same, but it doesn't feel hyper sexual in any extreme way. While I do wish there was variety, the style doesn't make me jerk back in disgust.

Of course there are some panels where he DOES go a bit crazy with it, but it's nothing compared to what Toei does sometimes. But, as you said, Toei's fanservice is very minimal. We don't get out of place, weird panty shots or anything - at most we just get like...underboob LMAO.

Maybe I'm just super used to the style of One Piece now, as you also are, anon, but I do think Toei's ridiculous proportions is one of the reasons One Piece has SUCH a bad rep with it's women on a visual level. Because another example is Viola and this famous scene:

Like ??? Viola looks FINE in the manga, the proportions are whacky but not grotesque. Unlike the Toei version...which is where I can see why people judge watching it on the style alone LMAO

[twopoppies]

Something I think a lot of people miss about Hollywood PR is that it’s not always what you think it is. I don’t know if Tom Holland and Zendaya are really in love or if they’re good friends who decided to use an advantageous situation to their mutual benefit, but imo it doesn’t matter. Regardless of their true relationship status, everything we see and hear from them is a PR relationship move. Every time they talk about one another in interviews, every time they attend each others’ professional events/obligations, every time they are photographed walking their dog together, it is a PR move and strategy.

I don’t mean to be completely cynical or critical. I’m sure it’s lovely to have your partner supporting you at your West End play or your fashion awards or whatever, but I think that if that anon is thinking “Zendaya would never do a PR relationship,” then they’re thinking about PR wrong. It’s not a dirty word or a dirty concept. If their relationship is genuine, then that means Zendaya is using her real relationship for PR. Is that better? Is there less moral outrage from the fandom in that event?

Niall has chosen to keep his relationship as private as is realistically possible for someone in his position, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t engage in PR relationships. I’m sure Niall and Lewis Capaldi are really friends. I don’t think for a second that they’re best friends. I think when they send each other a text, they’re doing it with the intention of it being posted on instagram stories and drumming up a few headlines. It’s fine.

Literally no one in the entertainment industry is above it. I think we get up in arms about PR because it’s wrapped up in closeting for us as a fandom, but Harry would likely be doing something similar even if he was publicly out but still “single.” There’s no moral high ground when it comes to this. Hell, Meryl Streep and Martin Short are doing the same thing right now and she’s the GOAT.

I completely agree with you. PR relationships aren’t necessarily a bad thing. And they don’t always indicate the relationship is fake or that it’s closeting.

Every celebrity depends on PR to some extent (some more, some less).

[nqmonarch]

happy valentine's day!! <3 honestly anything for aventurine is fine, probably like what are your thoughts about him?

Happy very belated Valentine's day! I hope yours was wonderful anon!

Anyway I think my thoughts about Aventurine are uh... definitely out there. Normally when I write stuff I like to read the character's little lore things and read over character's quotes to make sure I'm depicting them well but Aventurine doesn't have much of that and my overall thoughts on him are straight up just my thoughts which are...

Aw he's baby :). I can't take him seriously x.x like I feel like under that haha let's gamble it all away front he is both terrifying but also so weak and vulnerable. Like I want to hold him in my arms and tell him he has meaning but at the same time I think he may be some kind of masochist (hot), I don't know he just gives off those vibes he's like "use me, as long as it's fun." Like okay man.

Aventurine is both the most and least predictable person you've ever met. His existence itself is like a gamble you can never tell what will come next, will it be the cocky and confident Aventurine edging you on to take his carefully laid out bait? Or would it be the pathetic Aventurine hiding beneath the surface of all his actions who's begging to be comforted?

He acts so nonchalant for someone that cares so much. It was the only reason you still tolerated him. You also cared about Aventurine but he didn't need to know that. He also didn't need to know about the lengths you went to in order to keep him out of trouble.

The two of you getting together was a miracle in itself. Because Aventurine would've never asked you out seriously. He would've teased you about it, and about your lack of a partner. Maybe he would've made a bet or two to make you hang out with him on a date. But he was too scared of commitment to give it a label.

Of course he would be scared of commitment when everything he's ever had, he's lost and everything he's gained isn't his own. How else would he be able to gamble everything he knows to be true so easily? It pissed you off to an extent, and made you hesitant to commit. What if that fucker used you in a bet? He probably wouldn't but everything with Aventurine was a gamble.

So one day after the idiot had almost gotten himself in trouble, only to be saved by his luck, you had angrily grabbed him by his neck and pressed him against the wall.

You were fine with him betting nearly everything from millions of credits to rare items. He wasn't allowed to bet his life though. Not when you were around. Because his life was yours. You wouldn't let Aventurine die.

Through an unorganized and incoherent train of thoughts you tried to express yourself to Aventurine and at first he teased you,

"You really care about me that much? You're a better friend than I thought you would be, how useful!"

But as those thoughts straightened out more into a heartfelt confession he began to quiet and freeze. Maybe if this was a game to him he'd be able to maintain his light hearted facade but you hoped you meant more. You'd known him for a while after all, and better than anyone else.

Aventurine, struggling to articulate his thoughts, only nodded at the end. Then you kissed him. His lips were hesitant against yours but his hands gripped onto your arms tightly, refusing to let go. He didn't want to seem desperate, he didn't want to seem like he cared, but the silent plea of his arms wrapping around you spoke words.

For the most part he acted as a complement to your personality. When you didn't go after him, he went after you always in an attempt to sweep you off your feet unexpectedly. When you went after him, he'd lay still and let himself be attacked unable to defend himself as a blush rose up his neck to his ears and cheeks.

A serious relationship was something new for the both of you. And given how Aventurine acted, and how you struggled to explain your emotions, the two of you ran into communication issues often.

But despite it all the two of you made it through. After all how can one better express love than saving the other's life?

Aventurine had foolishly bet his life again, this time for some inconsequential thing. The two of you had been talking to a new "friend" of his, that ended up having ties with your past. As such they'd managed to come across some minor family heirloom of yours and for some reason trying to barter with it for information.

You could've cared less but Aventurine for some reason took the bait. Inviting this "friend" to a gamble, in which if he won then he would receive Aventurine's life and assets something you thought to be overly dramatic. If Aventurine won he'd receive the heirloom and the information you'd actually come here for, the information that would allow you to blackmail the government of this planet into giving into the IPC.

Aventurine managed to lose, but it's not like it mattered. Since your bullet was through his "friend's" head in the next second. As he died you registered a small clicking sound and shielded yourself and Aventurine as the body exploded. Really? What a pain.

"The IPC will work even harder to get you killed if they know about this," You couldn't help but mutter, a frown on your face, "Is there anyone left we can contact for this?" Aventurine still had more contacts than you unsurprisingly.

Failure was always met with death for people like him.

"You want to talk to more people than me?" He spoke with mock offense and before you could retort he held out some papers, "He was useful until the very end." He joked and you frowned.

Your voice was beginning to raise in anger, "Did you have to go ahead and bet your life?"

He took a step closer, the documents disappearing, "You made the opening for me. Come on, don't be mad," His voice was coy as he grabbed your hand in his.

You didn't like it when he bet his life. If he was going to take such poor care of himself then his life would be safer in your hands. Aventurine had already begun to lead the way to your next destination and your eyes rested on him, analyzing every detail. They continued without pause until they found his neck, you wanted to cover that barcode on his neck up with bites.

When you got back to the hotel room you were staying at you found the heirloom resting on the bed, and you let out an aggravated sigh. "That bastard... I told him I didn't care about it." And you didn't but you opened up the music box nonetheless and a tune began to play out.

A few moments after it began you felt arms wrap around you and hot breath on your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned into Aventurine, "Your life will always be the most important thing to me," You spoke softly.

He stiffened and then relaxed, "That's a terrible decision."

He was annoying. Hard to communicate with. He was also always a gamble, you could never predict him. But he kept life interesting, he was interesting, and amusing. You didn't want such an adorable person to die.

Maybe one day the two of you would be able to have a completely serious conversation but that'd be a while, and for now you were content with the man that loves you who you love back.

Aventurine trying to avoid affection like an insect avoiding rain drops but you're a motherfucking tsunami.

I CANT BELIEVE I FINISHED THIS IT WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG

I started it like a week after I got it and then had writers block on what to do but anyway yeah this is my take on ya boy Aventurine. He's kinda pathetic but I'm into that.

[usmsgutterson]

hi !! could I request a drabble with Kaz Brekker + from the prompt list: "niche nickname for the other person/niche nickname for the other person" please? I hope you have a good day or night :)

Niche Nicknames- K.B x gn! reader headcanons

Hi, anon! First off--I am SO SORRY that this has taken me nearly a month. I saved it to my drafts with the intention of doing it a few weeks back and then got sidetracked by a number of things, but I hope you enjoy! I also hope that doing this request as headcanons is okay--I read the request and then knew that headcanons made the most sense for me in terms of writing, and so headcanons I wrote.

ALSO: the nicknames used are translated from english to dutch, which I do not currently speak--I used google translate, and I apologize preemptively if either of those words don't actually mean what translate said they do.

Fic type- this is fluff!

Warnings- none

OKAY TO START,

Kaz's nickname for you is the old kerch word for 'beloved.'

when I say old, I mean old.

so old that Nina couldn't've found it in a textbook while she was learning how to speak Kerch.

For reference--the old kerch word for beloved is geliefd

you, however, know what it means because it was in a book you read once--it had been the nickname a character gave to their love interest, and because it was a kerch word almost as old as the existence of the country itself, there was an asterisk where it was first used explaining what the word meant.

That might make you ask how Kaz knows the word??

he's read the book too--you nipped it from his shelf in the lead up to a heist that would only be eventful after you'd gotten off the boat and proceeded into Ravka.

Your nickname for Kaz is the old-age Kerch word for darling: liefste.

It's a nickname that not even Kaz knows the origins of--one day, you started using it, and you hadn't stopped using it in the time since.

You also don't use it too often because there's not very much occasion to call him darling, so not very many people know it exists outside of the two of you and a few of the crows (Jesper, Inej, and Wylan)

the nickname that Kaz has for you doesn't get used often either--there's not much occasion for pet names in the Barrel, but you both have them for each other anyway for when there is occasion.

Generally, very few people know of your nicknames for each other and you're fine with it that way because it's just easier--though Kaz will never actually admit it, there'll always be some part of him that views love as weakness to an extent.

plus, you only ever have occasion to call each other your nicknames in the rarest of circumstances so they're fairly niche regardless.

[f0point5]

u might completely disagree with me since i have already seen your take on this matter (along with a lot of anons) but as a max fan since he joined the sport (thats 10 years mind you) i can see that what he did with george in the race was actually very very wrong. while i can see the entertaining and whimsy part of it, i can also admit that what he did was absolutely dangerous and u have no right to pull the 'but no one got hurt. it was a small bump' tag cause this is RACING. people get hurt while racing. i think you all need to really understand this because this was dangerous. i am sure ur bias will come out on this matter and thats fine that's normal for you maybe, but i hope u open that visor of bias and realize that if any other driver has done that to max, you all would be absolutely livid (and even i would have been). worst of all, this wasn't a racing accident, this was deliberate. max neither confirmed nor denied this and we know what that means. if it wasn't then he would have been clear about it. he is blunt like that. as soon as he did the move, even nico (an actual ex-racing driver, and not just another fan watching in front of the screen) immediately went 'that was bad. that was deliberate. he did that just to prove a point.' which he DID. to prove what? idk. maybe it was to tell the team that they were making an absolute shit decision by making him give back the place to george (that was absolutely shitty fr)

and then i wanna talk about george. honestly? he just had a 'what the fuck?' heat of the moment reaction, and he was completely chill about the whole incident during the post race interviews. last year i agree he went out of hand with his anti-max comments and we all laughed at him for it but this time he was an absolute class act. he literally tried to shrug it off despite the interviews trying to coerce him (which they did for max as well so fuck rachel). he had all the opportunity to make this bigger than it is and being up his own comments to prove a point ('when things dont go his way, he lashes out). i really dont see how u can blame george for any of this whole he was literally the sitting duck to max's crimes.

everyone who watches sport has an agenda. that agenda is based on their bias and on social media, everyone pushes forward their own agenda depending on who they support. i understand you defending max to some extent cause i have been doing the same. BUT, everyone has flaws and while max is an exceptional racing driver, this was one of the most flawed things he has done. and us, his fans, need to criticize him for it. its not called being anti-max, cause everyone needs criticism for their wrongs. not hate, but not blind support either. just think about how him lashing out had the biggest consequences on HIM. and no one else. push your bias aside for a moment and think about how pissing off this would have been if any other driver except your driver would have done this.

and please don't call this hate towards max because there is already enough of it and i am the last person who wants to contribute to it. max and charles' incident was a racing incident, 'a touch', that happened because they were both trying to get into the racing line and gain momentum while in the slipstream. george and max's first incident was max being cornered by george after his and charles' squabble. but the move max pulled on george after that? was wrong.

idc if people get hurt by this and you dont have to agree with me. but try to. because as fans of this sport, supporting what's wrong for the same of bias is not what this sport needs. especially a sport that has so so so many racing incidents and injuries and deaths. u may think people are being too serious about this when it was just a 'bump' but trust me, no racing accident comes with a warning and THESE actions on track are ones that cause them. not to mention this one was deliberate.

i understand that max was frustrated. i was screaming at the tv when gp asked him to give the place back, i was already despairing everything that had happened to his race ever since he got out out on those fucking hard tires and screaming when he had that wobble on the straight that gave charles the chance to overtake and screaming when he was told to give back the place to george. so i was frustrated too. but max is the one in the car, the one with the experience, the goat, the role model, and everything good about this sport. so sue me for having expectations from him. expectations to adhere to racing morals and not act disgruntled and cranky like a rookie when things don't go his way. yes, i have seen max in 2014-2017/18 when he was the same and i loved him then and i loved him now but i criticized him back then and i will criticize him now. because he is my driver my blorbo and its embarrassing to see him prove people right (cough george cough) when they say he lashes out. liking/loving any athlete comes with admitting when they make mistakes and this, was a genuine mistake. actually scratch that, this wasn't even a mistake- this was deliberate which makes it worse. so yeah.

and let's not forget that more than half the grid has worse luck than max. charles who has been victim of ferrari's frustration for years, george who never gets a chance to prove himself because he got stuck in a midfield team (that's high for what williams were at that time) for so many tears despite his talent and then then got overshadowed by lewis first and then kimi, lewis who has also been dealing with ferrari's terrible communication which has literally cost him in the races, every midfield driver who thinks they arent reaching their potential because they are spending the prime years of their career in midfield cars, fernando alonso who should have like 5 championships but has been blundered by his career choices for more than a decade- i am not saying that max should be more grateful because he is where he is because of his own talent and because you create your own luck. BUT, this is about emotions. if max is allowed to crash out on track like that, then why doesn't any other driver with a much worse race/season going on for them do that as well? racing wouldnt be racing anymore if that happened. we criticize lando for letting his under confidence take charge over his skill/talent on the race track so why can't be criticize, or at LEAST point out a fault, in max letting his anger take over his own (much superior imo) skill/talent?

also, every other example for this type of behavior on track has been harsher than what max got. it wont take huge amounts of research to figure that out. you will probably find some on this site itself (except those posts will be hateful and not mindful like my words here so mind that).

sorry for the long rant but i think there's some people here who need to understand this. no harm in not understanding this sooner but i hope after this, you do. i also know that words, no matter how logical/factual/persuasive, cannot divert opinion/bias. but i tried. because i get it was wrong and i hope others do too.

Everyone’s entitled to their opinion.

But no I’m sorry I wouldn’t have been livid if someone did it to Max. I don’t get “livid” over people racing cars. Had someone tapped his car and not even ruined his race I would be like “well damn that’s wild” and move on. I wouldn’t be calling anyone dangerous, nor would I be advocating for a DSQ or a race ban. That’s not bias that’s just not how I see the situation. And I don’t get that angry over F1 or any other form of entertainment.

And while we are at it, let’s cool the language. This “you don’t have the right” and “you all need to realise” thing is actually not appropriate. I have a right to an opinion, and I don’t “need” to realise anything. At the end of the day, this situation has nothing to do with me. I’m not a driver. I’m not part of the FIA. I am not responsible for George’s safety or Max’s safety or anyone else’s. They are. And yes, racing is dangerous. Even getting in those cars is a calculated risk. And by any calculation, bumping someone’s car at what for those cars is a very low speed, is not by any stretch the most risky thing either driver even went through today. It is not my job to decide what’s dangerous enough for them. It’s my prerogative to decide whether the sport is too dangerous for me personally to watch, and that’s it. The involvement and righteousness ends there.

I don’t have an interest or an obligation to have a moral stance on the driving of some guy I do not know. Nor is Max “my driver”. I don’t own him, I don’t make money off him, and frankly I don’t care about the guy, I don’t know him. I refuse to have some parasocial responsibility pushed on me like I have anything to do with his choices or his career.

So I really don’t appreciate that language being directed at me as if I have some stake in this that I do not.

Max was penalised for his actions, and that’s that. The rules actually do not dictate the morality of a situation, btw. Morality cannot be legislated, but human behaviour can be regulated. You can de-incentivise behaviour by introducing consequences, and that is all.

Of course you can criticise his actions if you disagree with them, I said that explicitly yesterday. Criticising Max’s driving or professionalism isn’t hate. What I don’t think is appropriate is demanding that everyone else criticise him actions or expecting that that have any real life impact. You get to decide what your boundary is for acceptable behaviour, and the FIA gets to decide the rules for racing, and Max Verstappen can take that or leave it.

I respect your opinion but honestly, I don’t agree with this level of emotional involvement in sports. If that’s how it is for you and it makes you happy, that’s great. But that is not my path, that’s not how I choose to consume entertainment. So, I’m really not the one to come to with this kind of attitude.