#exuberant bb

[nylwnder]

i love you, grumpy | cale makar

gif by gabelandeskog

a/n: this a special fic for @gravestrain as part of @antoineroussel ’s winter fic exchange 2k23!!! sorry for the delay, apparently life had more planned for me than i would have liked, but better late than never! i must say i’ve never written the grumpy/sunshine trope before nor had i written for cale yet, so this was a really fun challenge for me! i hope you like it, elle!!! enjoy bb, hugs and kisses <333333

warnings: sunshine!cale x grumpy!reader, when the grumpy breaks >>, some swearing, just fluffy

word count: 3.1k

you couldn’t help but gain a great attachment with the small, kind and rosy boy in your kindergarten class. you were very socially anxious, which is valid considering you were being forced to submerge yourself in just the beginning of an insanely toxic social structure. and for what?

he made everything better. he was so sweet with you, it’s safe to say even too sweet. he almost always focused his attention on you, and you never understood why. when you felt like you didn’t belong anywhere, he would quite literally grab your hand and drag you everywhere with him. you always wondered why he wasn’t like all the other stupid boys playing soccer and bothering the other girls. why he always, at any opportunity, chose to spend every minute of his time with you. he invaded your space everyday with his blaring sunshine personality and even if you bothered him whenever you could, you knew you needed him.

so you and cale grew up together, and you two were always learning every possible thing there is to know about each other. that also meant that you two were going everywhere and experiencing everything together. you could list every single shitty thing that's happened to you so far throughout your life, but then you can also list everything cale has done to help you through it. and it goes both ways. cale often shares his gratitude for your ability to take him out of stupid situations, or help avoid them all together. he can be quite naive sometimes, which always makes you feel the need to defend him because you couldn’t possibly see him not have that fluffy ass smile plastered on his face.

he has come to know you aren’t necessarily the most exuberant person, which is also supposedly a reason for your incapability of keeping relationships (per a handful of stupid assholes). but cale, unlike the others, never minded. he always told you how he loves the way he can break you. since he has, making his favourite sight in the whole world: a smile creeping up on the end of your lips — it’s absolutely picture perfect if he miraculously gets a giggle too. if you must say so, nobody has had a higher “breaking y/n count” than cale himself. he just adds it to all of his other impeccable stats.

once cale left for umass, it was embarrassingly obvious how you began spiralling, and it presented you with an epiphany. the main point: you are a complete simp for him and it’s honestly disgusting. you can’t even say the exact day you fell in love with him, because there wasn’t a day that you didn’t. so in conclusion, cale is the only person you need by your side, because you are entirely positive you would go insane if otherwise. even if you sometimes act like that’s not the case.

so you drove to massachusetts one day to go visit him. that night, you two headed to a campus party where cale ended up quaffing far too many drinks. dragging his mumbley ass to his room, he slumped down and laid half on the bed and half on the floor. you gave out a small laugh, not without rolling your eyes, as he was trying his very best to tell you a story he could barely make out.

that was until he started muttering things about you. you stopped fixing his room and sat on the floor beside him. he turned to look at you, his head dangling off the bed now. “i wanna tell you sm’thing” you nodded, “what does your blabbermouth wanna tell me now?”

he giggled, before he spat out everything he wanted to say, all at once. telling you how he can’t get you out of his mind, how he misses someone waiting for him after games and practices, or the way you make fun of him, and your laugh, “oh that fuckin laugh you have it kills me y/n, in the best way.”

“i think the blood is rushing to your head.” you said, almost instinctively and you didn’t know why. your self-sabotage started to seep in, and you hated how you always made yourself feel as if you aren’t worthy for someone like cale to reciprocate your feelings.

but you were so grateful for his slurred confessions, as it eased your worries of looking like a total fool when you end up telling him what you came to say. he stared looking at you, waiting for your reaction. “do you hate me now?” he asked.

“no.”

“i should’ve just shut up. oh fuck no i messed it up, im s’stupid. ugh you’re always so right i'm such a dumbass. fuck-” he began mumbling, as he sat up and rubbed his face.

“cale stop.” you demanded. “you’re not stupid. you’re stupid for thinking you're stupid.”

“thanks” he said, softly. a pinky shade started to itch up on his face.

you turned to him and looked into his glossy eyes as he nipped on his lip. “okay. i miss you. i need you. i need you so much. i always knew that but i tried so hard to act like i don't. but life’s shit with you over here” you said, while you internally cursed yourself for the incoming wave of tears.

“nobody’s ever made me feel the way you make me feel. i’m not this bitchy, grumpy asshole when i’m with you. you don’t piss me off, not like you might think. no, i love you too much to think you're annoying.” you ranted.

you heard cale sniffle, as you looked up at him you saw tears falling down his face far more than yours — predictable. you laughed at him, reached for his hand and pulled him down to sit with you. “i love you, s’much” he said, as he pulled you in for a tight hug. and you loved it, feeling like you could just finally melt into him after discarding the weight off your shoulders.

cale felt the same. he thanked the far too many beers he had to give him that push. it didn’t end up going as he had rehearsed for years, but he didn’t lose you and he was so grateful about that. “it’s been a privilege that you let me accompany you through everything, all these years. i gotta say it’s something so very special to see you, you, oh you, let yourself be, you, with me. the really you.” cale told you, his head buried in your hair. you smiled, he wasn’t really making sense but you understood.

just as much as he’s always understood you.

—

it’s an average frigid and snowy day in colorado, and you find yourself cuddled up on your couch, watching a show on crave. you were wrapped up in the custom made quilt your now boyfriend gave you when you were both in middle school. it might sound corny, but god it was comfortable.

the freshly decorated christmas tree lit up the dim apartment. it was already mid-december when you were semi-forced to set it up, despite the fact cale originally wanted to put it up in november. cale was in the kitchen cooking up dinner for the two of you. you could hear him humming tunes to himself, something he often did which you love cause he always made sure to remind you, you weren’t alone. even if you teased him that you appreciated his absence when he was on road trips, he knows you always missed his stupid humming or his frequent whining, and yeah even his heart warming hugs that he would always refused to end.

he walks over with the bowls of food in hand. organizing the plates on the coffee table in front of the two of you, he can finally accompany you in finishing what you were watching. not forgetting to gently kiss your temple as he sat down beside you. and you may or may not have devoured his “classic home cooked meal, made with love” faster than cale himself, which he immediately laughed about since you had earlier mentioned you weren’t “that, that hungry”.

your pleasantly snug state started to diminish when cale mumbled the plans for tomorrow. “what? absolutely not!” you quickly stated, as cale made his way back to you. his team was hosting their annual family skate, which you often tried to dodge since cale always seemed to somehow embarrass you in front of everyone with your lack of skating abilities. and now, the catch this year? it would be in a huge outdoor rink.

“oh come on, everyone’s gonna go. it’s gonna be adorably decorated and… don’t forget you still need to learn how to actually skate,” cale says, booping your nose. “and, look, we already finished watching everything on our list, so we gotta make a whole new list and we can do that sunday.”

“no. no, look how cold it is outside! and i don’t recall being chilly in the cozy comfort of my own home.”

you fall back when cale tries to reach his hands out to grab yours. “i’ll give you the warmest hoodie i have so you can add it on top of the 50 layers you already habitually put on. i promise, baby ” cale reasons, as you try to fight him off so he couldn’t pull you up. you shoot him a look as he pouts at you, “you love hot chocolate, with whip cream. and i’ll make sure they have marshmallows too, of course.” he continued trying to convince you along with his sweet smile.

rolling your eyes at him. “fine.”

“fine? yes? perfect! oh honey, you’ll have fun, i promise. don’t worry baby.” he says, pulling you into his chest and kissing you everywhere. you scrunched up your face, trying to move the opposite way of his attacking lips. “you let me fall, makar?” you say, sternly pointing him down and giving him a warning look. he throws his arms up, his cheeks beginning to blush naturally, “i won’t, i won’t. never would. you know that.” you scoffed, “you better say that.”

as you made your way to grab some juice, cale sneaked up behind you. “wanna go to costco?” cale suggests enthusiastically, before snuggling his nose into the crook of your neck while wrapping his arms around your waist. you shook your head, “cale, you do know you’re literally the only one that loves going there. not me.”

“lies, you love their selection of snacks and you always eat allllllll the ones i buy. if you didn’t love costco, you wouldn’t eat their — well priced — stuff either.”

“i still prefer sam’s club” you unhesitatingly denote.

cale gasps, dramatically holding his chest as you look up at him. you moved your head down to pour the juice into a cup, and you couldn’t help but break into a tiny smile. he was such a kid.

“y/n, take that back” he whiningly utters. you walked to him, mockingly booping his nose “no”

but you couldn’t hold the smirk back, and cale knew you were just teasing, like always. even if you did hate going to costco, especially because of the impeccably large crowds and the fact that the promoted samples never seem to actually be ready to grab, cale loved it. and you know you always want cale to be happy.

—

the following day, you did not hesitate to grab the hoodie cale mentioned you could use from his closet. as you stand in the mirror, what’s accompanying the sweater and your puffer jacket, is a “heat tech” t-shirt, a thick long sleeve, some long johns below your fleece sweats and your long and fat scarf wrapped around your neck. you also quickly yanked cale’s favourite beanie from his drawer which was a compromise he was willing to make despite having to dig for another hat to wear.

cale couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of you struggling to put your thick boots on with your million layers. “i don't have to put them on, you know.” you taunted him. “no i’m sorry, i’m sorry. let me help you, here” he said, as he got on his knees to loosen the laces on each of the boots.

when he held one out for you, you snickered. “what? what happened?” he asked innocently, looking up at you. “i like it when you’re on your knees. specifically for me.” you say, running your hands through his hair and tugging just a bit. his reaction was predictable, his cheeks immediately turning flush as he cleared his throat and proceeded to tie your laces back together. you often take much enjoyment in getting him all flustered with your suggestive comments. he just looks really cute.

—

once you arrived at the outdoor rink, you found out it actually wasn’t as cold as you made it seem, but you weren’t going to let cale use that against you so you stayed with every layer you had put on. even if a part of you admits that you admire his cheeky smile whenever he knows he’s right.

before heading towards the ice, cale asks you if you want some hot chocolate first, as you noticed many other couples were heading to the little hut. you said you were fine, preferring the idea of smudging whip cream on his face after skating just in case he does end up dropping you.

sitting on the bench, cale helped you put on your skates before his. a few of his teammates were happy to see you. ej had a mischievous grin on his face as he greeted you. “just let me know when you wanna gang up on your boy.” he whispers in your ear, making you smirk and nod. ej was a gem, he always liked how you would affectionately bug cale. and he was always ready to help you.

“you better look like a stanley cup champion out there.” you tell cale as he grabs your hand. he laughed, “oh i will!”

gripping on his forearms, you finally step onto the ice trying to not immediately slip. cale starts skating backwards, as he lightly pulls you in to follow him, in which you do at a seemingly better rate than the first time he took you to a rink. continuing with the movements, and gaining more confidence on the ice, you mimicked some of cale’s skate tricks seeing where it would take you. you simper as you learned how to take a long stride and break on your own with a ‘t-stop’. and then again but with a ‘plow stop’. though, cale catching you before you could fall.

“see, you are having fun.” cale mentions as he smiles, turning to skate beside you again. “yeah yeah. whatever. i mean it’s more fun when you don’t fall.”

doing laps around the rink, you catch ej looking over at the two of you. so you tilt your head, signalling he could start to fool around. but before he could even make his way over to you or cale, your skate gets caught on a dent in the ice making you swing your arms, sending cale falling back.

he fell on his back, his head didn’t touch the ice — but you didn’t know that. “oww” he whines. you turn to him, softly chuckling at the sight of his sprawled out body. but then he closed his eyes, and held his hand to his head, groaning. “oh shit, cale!” you yelp, falling to your knees to look at him. “did you hit your head?? fuck i told you they should give out helmets here.”

“mm god my head is pounding.” he mumbles, trying to get up. “don’t get up, you could have a concussion. you should know that.” you tell him. he groans once again so you start to internally panic. you just pushed, and potentially injured, your boyfriend who has to go back and play in a couple of days. “shit. cale don’t die. fuck don’t die you have a game in four days and i can’t have your coach hating me for this.”

nate comes around, “hey cale, you okay?” he asks. cale doesn’t move, nor says a thing. you shake his arm, and nothing. “cale!!” you call out. he’s limp.

“oh god i killed him, nate. fuck i’m screwed. no cale wake up. please wake up. come on you rosy cheeked sunshine boy. fucking get uuuuup.” you whine at him, shaking his entire body as much as you can.

“BOO” cale yells, jolting up and grabbing you. you let out a tiny shriek, scrunching your shoulders and closing your eyes. he was in a fit of giggles. “CALE DOUGLAS MAKAR NEVER FUCKING DO THAT.” you cry out.

“i got youuuu” he mocks. you smack his shoulder, not as gently. he smiles, “it’s cute that you thought i died.”

“that’s not funny. i thought you smacked your head.”

“it’s kinda funny.”

“no it’s not.”

pulling him up, everyone else laughed at you two. ej truly surprised cale turned the tables on you. nate patted cale’s back before you started heading over to go get hot chocolate.

“two please.” cale orders before shaking off the snow on his pants. the lady hands you both your cups and you head over to the bench. “so you didn’t hit your head?” you asked cale quietly, looking at him with soft eyes. he smiled, “no, and you didn’t see so i took advantage.” you sneer at him.

as cale blew his hot chocolate, you scooped a bit of the whip cream and hid your hand. “hey, it’s pretty h-” cale began saying before you took a small sip and acted like you burned your tongue. you whimpered in pain, shutting your mouth. “hot it’s pretty hot. are you okay?” he asks, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer.

that’s when you lifted your hand and smeared the whip cream all over his face, cale gasped. “y/n!!” he exclaimed, wiping off what fell on his eyes. you started laughing at him.

“how dare you. i didn’t even let you fall”

“it’s funny.”

he laughed, despite the way he was still cleaning his face. “it is funny.”

“glad you think so.”

he grabs your cup and moves it behind him with his own, “that’s enough for you.” you still had a smile on your face. he moves his finger and dabs a bit of whip cream from his face onto yours. so you grab his blushy cheeks and pull him in for a kiss. his lips were warm and soft and you couldn’t help but feel all lovesick inside. “i love you” you murmured. “i love you more, grumpy”

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[lunetual]

♡ HAPPY HEECHAN DAY ♡ everyone wish my yangstar a happy birthday RIGHT this instant!! he'll know it if you don't so do it right now before he gets sad!!

quick cc note: omg long time no talk guys...... but i'm back i am spilling out my feelings i bet you MISSED this!! (pls do not feel obligated to read all of this u know how it goes!)

anyway... my heechan my yangstar my little mirrorball.... i don't know if it's evident because a lot of times i can't even speak about him because i feel too protective of him LOL but i really love him So much.

the thing about heechan is that he is so incorrigibly himself at all times that i never stood a chance. i think i've mentioned before how lune charmed me like thirty seconds into dkb's first peak time segment but heechan was NOT far behind! during their intro stage when he strode up, all swagger, absolutely thrumming with energy and yelled 이게 바로 멋인기라 !!!! i was TOAST. i didn't know it at the time but i was a GONER !! honestly. i can't think of a better introduction!! like. what could be more indicative of heechan as a performer. god i love him.

i think one of the reasons i do feel so protective of him is because he is always trying so hard. he is trying so fucking hard all the time he is always ALWAYS giving it everything he has and then he somehow finds it in himself to give even more. lmao it makes me want to cry ha ha ha. i am grateful every day for how hard he worked to get to where he is now and i want everyone in the world to perceive him!!! and also i don't want anyone to look at him unless they LOVE and RESPECT him as he deserves!!

heechan on stage is a force to behold — obviously i was absolutely enthralled by him lol like i was not immune to the sheer force of his presence !! but heechan offstage is like... so endearing. he's very earnest (i think his stage presence is earnest too, if you know what i mean) and is always striving to make sure fans feel seen and heard. i joke very often that heechan should be paying ME for subscribing to his bubble given that i do nothing on there but ply him with reassurance and praise lmao but honestly! he is so active and diligently sends photos to make bbs happy and he always updates us on how his day is going and as he goes to bed he often reminds us to send anything we want to tell him and that he really truly does read everything fans leave for him whether it's on fc or bubble or comments on his fancams (that he checks religiously aslkdjfalsk).

i think it's pretty clear that heechan is really someone who thrives in the spotlight, who loves being the center of attention, but !! he gives that energy back! all of the love and enthusiasm that's poured into him he gives back tenfold, with his boundless exuberance and his innate desire to make people smile.

my yangstar i hope you save some of yourself... for yourself. i hope you know that you shine so brightly even when you're not putting SO much effort into it — but that we do see you working so hard and always, always appreciate it. i hope that you are always surrounded by love and that you know that you're doing so well and that the coming years bring you joy and fulfillment and laughter to spare! ily my yangstar!!!

[kthynes]

ok ok here's a request for you bb

ransom accompanies you while you shop for bridal lingerie. you’re marrying someone else.

his and yours

nsfw 18+ / minors DNI

a/n: thanks for the prompt nons <3333

Sometimes you do dumb shit for the people you love. Other times you do even dumber shit for the people you don’t. There’s definitely some misguided judgment when you drag your childhood best friend, Ransom into a Fluer Du Mal.

“What do you think?” You sashay a stringy one piece that could floss right through you. The barely there material leaves little to the imagination as Ransom reclines against the velour couch, sour faced and bored to death.

“Try it on.” For him. He quickly thinks to himself. You purse your lips, unsure of the fact.

“If I do then I’ll have to buy it.” You state.

He shrugs, “And I’ll pay for it. My wedding gift to you.”

Ransom wanted to gauge his eyeballs out for even offering. But then seeing your sweet, head tilting smile, he reconsiders. He likes you. An understatement at that.

“Aw thanks bestie! But that’s not appropriate.” You chide behind the drapes.

“What is?” He parries while quietly watching a leggy sales associate swoop in with a kimono, exuberant on completing the look. You accept the garment, stalling with some small talk. The associate steps out and glances at Ransom with a tight, courteous grin. She’s disingenuous, almost apprehending him as if he wasn’t here with his plaything the day before.

The metal curtain rings click and squeal. You gust out a breath of air to keep yourself warm and yielded. “So what do you think?”

“Fuck him.” Ransom disapprovingly curses at the sight.

“That’s the plan.” You giggle, letting your palms flatten and glide against the short silk kimono that perfectly hug your curves. You twist and turn in front of the long vanity, admiring yourself for the first time in a long time. It’s a sweet admonition that Ransom fiends on. Especially when he sees your erect nipples calling out to him.

“Let’s see what’s under.” He coyly beckons and pushes for his luck, chin up like a curious, conniving bastard. Your face heats up, viciously shaking your head at the mere thought of your best friend seeing the most intimate parts of you.

“No!” You childishly rebuke, pulling the rug from right under.

“Oh c’mon.” He groans, spreading his knees apart to relieve the ache you don’t see.

“I think Stevie will really like this one.” You happily proclaim while disappearing back into the change room.

“If only he was dead.” Ransom mutters to himself, aghast on somehow making you his.

Some day. One day.

[hyugaruma]

Hii! Okay, so I'm a bit super shy(by new jeans) sending this since I really like your works sm but imma pull some confidence put of my left ass cheek 😭 my personality is I'm really froiking introverted like approaching makes me internally shit bricks but still I like making friends, and like in a friend group I am the calm one or quiet one, though from time to time, with ppl I am comfortable with or have the same humour as me I really am loud, talkative, and kinda corny. My mbti is an ISTP, I am currently taking psychology(pls spare me some will to continue it bcus I cannot anymore), things that I like are listening to music, playing online games, watching movies and series, and my hobbies are writing(ofc), skateboarding, playing volleyball, playing my electric guitar, and reading:). For preference, I really like someone from the worst era, but I don't mind getting someone from the sword era. That is all, thank you bb!!

thanks for the req :-)) i love your hilo writing, btw!

I match you with… Himuro Reiji!

Even though the little bit we see of Himuro makes him look like an asshole, outside of all the gang warfare and school rivalry he’s actually a pretty chill guy. He would have no problem with your introversion; in fact, it’s probably what would draw him in. He would want to try to get you to open up to him so that he could see that more exuberant side of you. To him, it doesn’t really matter how long it takes either, because he thinks that shy side is adorable too. He’d also be super intrigued by your psych studies, so expect him to be constantly asking you questions about it. In his free time (when he’s not beating people over the head with brass knuckles…smh), he usually just likes to chill. He’d definitely be the type to want to learn how to skateboard or play guitar so he could partake in your pastimes with you. He’d appreciate a partner who feels comfortable and easy to be with; he’s not someone who brings unreasonable expectations to a relationship.

Alternate Matches: Hanaoka Fujio, Nakagoshi Dai

[sunlightandsuffering]

I just saw the panel of old Mikasa on her casket and it hit me so much in the feels… I get so emotional thinking of her living the rest of her life without Eren. Someone she loved so much, who she wanted by her side more than anything. “I… want to meet you again…”. What makes it even sadder is that even though we like to depict Eren as a dom, their canon relationship was so pure, the circumstances stopped them from doing anything, and we are left with only this strong, genuine, insurmountable emotional connection. She loved him in more ways than one, they were really soulmates. As you put it Lys, “it was punishment enough”

I KNOW ! THANK U! U GET IT ! My poor bb SUFFERED!! JUST LET HER BE HAPPY!!!! Their love was SO pure, it was just so beautiful 😭She's so wrinkled and old it saddens me, i need youthful exuberant Mikasa, Mikasa running after her 3 demonspawn that Eren saddled her with 🥹 bittersweet bc he's not there with her but at the same time they're so blatantly his kids how could she not be happy about it

[askinkiskarma]

I can't believe this happened to me again... We had a party last night to celebrate our graduation and all of my friends were invited to dance (wheter it was their boyfriends for some or a random guy) but not me (I agree that it looks like a freaking rom-com scenario but I assure it's far from it). The weirdest stuff is that boys are nice to me but I never end up in a relationship. So yeah, again, do you need to assure a guy you'll have seggs with him or what (I am really clueless)

So yeah... it's me again. The freaking girl that can't understamd why she is still single 😅

At this point I really need advice because I live alone without any parents and my friends don't really care

Bb Andra pls help me 🥺 (you've already seen my two other messages... srry)

If you don't answer this, I won't insist obv. You just "promised" haha lol

💕

hi!

honestly, i genuinely wouldn't stress about it too much. i know for myself, especially in highschool, i really struggled getting guys because i was so focused on my studies i made myself very unapproachable even without realising. i assume a similar thing is happening to you. i know it's probably not helpful to hear this, but a guy will find you when it needs to happen, and i promise there's nothing wrong w you and you don't need to change yourself to get their attention. most men suck anyway ahahahahah you're not missing much! just enjoy your youth, enjoy being with your friends, make sure you're comfortable being on your own and that confidence and exuberance will translate to people, and then the guys will follow suit x

xoxo

[nulltune]

[ bb ] they didn't need to hide! and they weren't trying to hide at all right now! this was just a calculated and perfectly reasonable retreat before showing up for the final act! it would ruin the surprise if they were spotted so suddenly seeing that girl made the devilish ai pout. "what's with you? away, go away, this spot is already taken."

unprompted,  always accepting !!   @caemthe  ♡

it wasn't like she was seeking them out !   no,  no,  she really wasn't !   it was them who was acting peculiarly and caught her attention.  by chance.  pure chance and coincidence.  now really,  what are they even doing in shabby corner like this ?  nothing short of an ill - fitting backdrop for someone so ...  someone as ...  exuberant as this devilish kouhai here.

❛   bb—   ❜      the call of their name leaves her before she even realizes it,  though she closes her own mouth firmly shut just as it'd been uttered.      ❛   moon cancer.   ❜      that was the class they'd been summoned as,  wasn't it ?   it felt ...  strange to address them in such a manner,  but it wasn't like this was anything out of the ordinary for hakuno kishinami.  hakuno kishinami,  who referred to all the servants here by their class name,  with no single exception  /  hakuno kishinami,  who brought on this sense of this distance herself  /  this vast distance between herself and everything else.

with others  ( particularly with her experiences in tsukimihara ) ,  hakuno has come to expect a disdain or condescension when it came to interactions.  being told to go away wasn't so unsual,  but,  why were they pouting ??   not to mention,  asking her that when they're the one acting strange here ... !  

she is always unwanted and unneeded,  but hakuno understood that with some,  her presence in itself was too much of a burden.  she understood that,  she respected that;  and so,  she would leave them alone just as requested.  there was no reason for there to be any single exception.  except ...

❛   what sort of reasoning is that ?   ❜      no,  there was no way this sPoT would AlReAdy Be TaKeN,  they weren't fooling anyone with that !      ❛   a bit childish,  isn't it.  quite unnecessary as well,  seeing how i have no intentions of being in this spot in the first place.   ❜      again,  hakuno had no reason to approach bb in the first place !  this whole interaction was jut— so odd.

so,  it would only be natural for it to just end here;  for her to turn on her heel and leave.  the thought is on her mind,  as her head dips with a bow to preface a departure,  yet hakuno finds herself rooted right where she stood.  there's a moment of silence ( contemplation ? ) before what leaves her is a huff.      ❛   —but,  well,  you have made me change my mind.  because i do not want my actions to be influenced by such a childish reasoning.   ❜      in other words,  i am not leaving.  the declaration is solidified with the straightening of her posture,  the woman appearing unfazed despite her very immature rebuttal to the order of going away.

the doll - like face that stares at the fellow ai is the image of a delicate innocence,  perfectly polite,  rosy lips part and—  hakuno sticks her tongue out at the other.

who's the childish one now ?!

[annieqattheperipheral]

yes! willy still berated and not recognized for his work ethic smh. the fact that he hasn't ever even been considered (by the media. idk internal) for an A??? sacrilegious.

the teams who recognize C & As should reflect team's aspirational vibes direction (not just settled vets or best players) they're the ones getting the W

MLSE sadly is v much stuck in the old ages. Dubas did what he could to drag it into modern technology era. But its still v much "pay ur dues" shit (like how they kept kadri down for so long before bringing him up)

If they wanted Aus to be the future of the team, fine, nurture him name him C from a young age like so many other franchises did w their lil baby hockey einsteins. But they didn't so instead he operates a bit more selfishly (i don't say this as a bad thing, every successful person has to be selfish) instead of team strength.

I wish mitchy wasn't viewed so childishly. ofc has a lot to do w his slender twinky stature and his childlike exuberance. That kind of excitement and drive and worrying himself sick over how his boys are doing and being there for them 100% of the time would drive everyone on the team to want to go 200% for him. (ofc yes yes he did have some growing up to do like how easily he used to get affected by soc media & reporters and needed to go on a sm ban.)

MLSE named jt C thinking he'd be a good dad to a bunch of directionless kids which is nonsense. head coach is built in team dad (not to be confused w team daddy) and you don't party w dad you get scolded by dad (and spanked by daddy . im sry what)

willy my bb. Just only gets better w every season. If treliving loses him this offszn the guy knows absolutely nothing about hockey nor business. Willy is gonna make so many ppl eat their words. Will be a superstar and should be captain of the leafs.

With the reality we're in my only hope is that JT loosens up w hosting knies in his basement and learns to breach the gap between generations... But so far he's only made him go to work hours early and advised him to read self-help books and memoirs. Basically exactly the same advice my dad gave me as a teen lmao all while ensuring he never needed to talk to me

I don’t know if Auston attends many weddings tbh, he seems pretty quiet every off season. He only hangs out with his family and his Arizona friends in the summer. I only remember seeing him at the Kadri wedding (like 2017-18?) and one pic of him at a wedding in the summer 2019 his friend posted and that’s it. That’s a low number considering how many friends he has in the league/hockey world

And that right there makes me wonder about Leafs culture yet again. Yes they all love and respect each other but they're quite silo'd from each other eh?

Ofc i get wanting to draw a line bw work and personal. And aus right to do whatever he pleases in his off time

...but when you've got schenn coming in and setting up a full team dinner on an away game for the first time ever in this core's history. That's heartbreaking shocking facts. They're lovely and cordial and playful n whatnot like u are with coworkers u don't hate.... But when push comes to shove literally that is why they don't stand up for each other on the ice.

Like ok let's use the best example possible: matthew tkachuk. Dude shows up to Florida and immediately takes out the trainers for a meal and barky like ohhh helllsss yea this dude gets it. He gets team vibes. That's how they pushed n pulled each other to the SCF. That's how Calgary made anything happen despite the cruelty of sutter littered all about.

And ppl want Aus to be CAPTAIN????????? bffr

BE. FUCKING. FOR. REAL.

I had to spell it out bc acronyms just ain't enough in these trying times

Another example on a smaller scale-- willy hosting away game dinners for the Swedes. Those blond bitches are BONDED. Looking out for each other on the ice. Crying and weeping and cradling and walking each other out of arenas after getting traded mid practice

I'd rather have willy or mitchy as captain over jt or aus. I think u plop that level of responsibility at his feet mitchy would be like omg Steph babe pls setup team events for me?? U make cocktails right? Just booze us all up and take us ax throwing or whatever. And he'd worry his cute ass off about his little creatures

Or willy as captain?? That boy looks chill but he is dedicated and focused on every task and he would whip up a Google shared spreadsheet and calendar with his little round wire specs on and get everyone on the same page. And then he'd show up last to every one of his events ofc but dw its all setup by vendors & ready to go

... sigh. Ok lmao that got long.

MLSE wants everyone to stop focusing on the core? Well how about you give them a reason to care about anyone besides themselves

They have the skills. They've always had the skills. They need the culture

[tough-bit-of-fluff]

Alyona Amariyo

Alyona Amariyo, energetic, expressive, enthusiastic, and extroverted adventurer. Chatty, curious, witty and upbeat. Emotional, easily distracted, more than occasionally perplexing, with an overly-developed sense of whimsy and a penchant for leaning on the fourth wall. Newly-hired navigator for the up-and-coming airship crew of The Four Winds. Smarter than she looks - but then, she’d almost have to be.

“As long as there have been people sapient and thought-thinkin’ enough to start a fire or to fight over who gets the shiniest rock, we’ve been asking big big questions. Who am I? What am I doing here? What is my purpose? For me, answering those inquiries isn’t a philosophical thought exercise. To me, it’s waaay more real. 

You ever go to a real banger of a party, then wake up the next day wondering what the heck happened? Yep, that’s me all over, and it must’ve been a doozy. Because I can’t remember anything! Not from the gathering, and not before it. Not super convenient, I gotta tell ya! I wish I could remember, because Something Went Down at that shindig, big and destructive...and I’m not 100% sure I didn’t have something to do with it. 

Not to mention, every so often someone greets me like they know me. Sometimes it’s nice, (“Thank you for finding that medicine for my sick mother when no one else would, she’s much better now!”) and sometimes, not so much. (“You framed my master for embezzlement, I thought you were just some floozy but I know it was you! He’s ruined and now I’ll ruin youuuu!”) And then I have to fight and that’s like A Whole Thing. On the plus side I’m really decent at it? Which honestly only raises further questions. Who WAS this lady? I don’t know if I feel like some saintly nurturer of orphans and puppies, and I definitely don’t feel like a secret government assassin-spy. I just feel like...me. 

So! With that in mind….whooooo am I?

Name: Alyona Amariyo - That’s the name that was on the party invitation, so that’s the name I go by. There’s no record of this person having existed like ANYWHERE so it’s almost certainly an alias, but it’s what I’m workin’ with here. Aly for short. Like an Alley Cat. Because I’m a stray? Get it? It’s super clever and original. Feel free to clap. (Clapping is fun!)

Age: A youthful thirty? A mature seventeen? Man, I dunno, how old do I look? I’ll guess early to mid twenties and call it good.

Height: 5’3” - a straightforward answer! Yay!

Weight: 140 ponzes, and prooobably looking to pack on a few more. I like my soft cute curviness, and I like food, okay?? I almost, ALMOST feel guilty doing it to whoever-this-is. Like I’m trashing a rental place or something, you know? But for real, the proportions on this gal when I woke up. What did this chick eat? DID she eat? Did she like, subsist on dewdrops and starlight? That sounds so poetic, but I think I’d rather have a sandwich.

Hair: At first I thought I was blond, but it turns out, nope! Hair dye. I’ve dyed it black, then red, then black and red, then pink… It took forever to notice the brown roots. Who knows what color or style it’ll be tomorrow?

Eyes: Gray. They look kinda boring and washed out to me. At least they’re big and expressive? If I could dye ‘em like I do my hair, I probably would.

Relationship Status: I have a boyfriend who is small and cute and smart and smells nice and his hair goes “floop” over one eye and also everything annoys him and that is really funny to me because he makes the grumpiest faces! He has another girlfriend I don’t know too well. She seems nice and polite, if a little shy. If I find another boyfriend or girlfriend, maybe we can all go out together! And make even MORE friends!

Likes: Cool hats (wearing, acquiring, observing), weird animals (acquiring, observing, hugging), delicious food, ADVENTURE, fighting big rampaging beasts (and winning!), music (Live! Orchestrion rolls! Singing! Dancing! If someone doesn’t like music that’s probably a Villainous Red Flag, right?), finding lost Things, kissing my boyfriend, flirting with sexy people (and maybe kissing them later??), MAGIC STUFF, ear rubs, playing in dirt, telling stories, looking up at the sky. And an honorable mention to naps!

Dislikes: Bad...stuff. I dunno, likes are way easier. Not getting my way? Oh! Cultists keep coming after me to start stuff i.e. attack while yelling really cliche bad guy phrases so I ultimately have to come down pretty firmly anti-cult. “Hate the cult and not the cultist,” is certainly a phrase that could hypothetically be said. Ah! And bossy people! Bossy people are not great, although they THINK they are, but who wants to be told what to do unless it’s in like a “rrrr!” sexy way? It’s that little bit of extra effort that shows you care. An effort certainly not made by the boring Brass Blades who crashed my awesome pool party. It’s called a public fountain because it’s open to the PUBLIC, hellooo. If I was gonna be that rude and snarlygross I’d at least try to learn what words mean.

So, that’s it! I like my life how it is. I like the people I’ve met and the cheeses I’ve tasted and the cool hero stuff I’ve done. You seriously can’t walk twenty yalms without tripping over a situation that needs adventurer-level capabilities to resolve. So, job security yay? This world is kind of a mess. But...it’s also real beautiful. I want to experience as much of it as I can. I like feeling things, and the world makes me feel SO MUCH I can hardly stand it sometimes! Do you feel that way sometimes too? Maybe we can travel together for a while. But c’mon, let’s hurry! That road isn’t gonna travel itself, and these ears aren’t gonna pet themselves, hint hint, so let’s go! Adventure awaits!”

[mushroom-winners-proof]

BBS peaks with scenes solely because they gave us one of the most wholesome moments in the game right before the part where everyone splits up and is pissed at each other

[wiypt-writes]

Consciousness Of Guilt

Chapter 14

Summary: Andy takes you out on a date as the pair of you celebrate some good news, which is a welcome break amidst all the stress and angst of recent months.

Warnings: Language, adult themes, angst. SMUT (NWSF, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Chapter 13

The rest of the summer bled into the start of September and the leaves in Colorado began to change. Bold hues of autumn covered the trees and hillsides. The stress of your situation had begun taking its toll on you but Andy never let you live in the grey area for long. The two of you seemed more connected than ever before and he made sure you ended each night with a soft smile and warm heart. Your nightmares continued but weren't nightly, affording you both nights of rest and as the days moved on, he kept nothing from you. No secrets, no going back to the past.

You hadn’t heard further from the Drysdales. Andy was hopeful that now their main witness was dead, they’d back off. But he wasn’t leaving anything to chance; Blanc was, therefore, still digging for leverage just in case. As of yet, the PI hadn’t turned anything up, and Andy assured you that as soon as he knew anything he would let you know. And you trusted him to do so. In fact, things had been so quiet on that front, and with an air of ease that Andy had deemed tonight, this Friday night, to be date night. Work had kept him late a fair amount over the past few weeks, and you had also been buy with a special project Eva had. This meant the two of you were falling into bed tired and over worked. But not tonight. Andy had told Ron he was unavailable from three in the afternoon specifically so he could leave on time. He told you to enjoy a hot bath, get dressed up and be ready for a romantic dinner and night dedicated purely to you. It felt a little strange, to even be considering something so ‘normal’ after what had happened over the last few weeks but Andy was adamant your lives were not to be put on hold because of something that may or may not happen. So you humoured him. You left work on time, pouring yourself a glass of wine and giving yourself time to enjoy a hot bath. After, wrapped in your silk robe, you sorted through your closet for something to wear.

Andy barrelled through the door just as you were putting on your make up. You heard him taking the stairs two at a time, but instead of cursing and looking angry when he appeared in your bedroom at being later than he wanted to be, he was bursting with excitement. “They’re making me partner.” He blurted out before you had chance to ask him what was going on.

“What?!” “That’s why I’m so late.” He ran his hand through his hair, “Ron pulled me into a meeting with him and Anthony Thorn, and they said that it had to go to a final vote with the rest of the board but asked me if I was interested and…” he trailed off, “I can’t quite believe it!” "Oh my God, Andy!" You leapt into his arms. "I'm so proud of you!" Andy's arms wrapped tightly around you as his face was buried into your neck, "I... I've never been a partner." He mumbled against your skin. "And you made it quickly!" You beamed. "Now we definitely have something to celebrate tonight!" “I mean, I know I couldn’t ever have been a partner in the DAs office, not how it works but… fuck, Angel, my names is gonna be on the limited legal partnership.” "I know, BB!" You grinned with exuberance before you pressed your lips to his. “So are they gonna change the company’s name?” “It will still trade overall as King Thorne, but it will be King, Thorne and Barber LLP on the tag line for all the documentation!” “So your name is still gonna be on the logo?!” “Yup.” He popped the P, giving you a goofy grin. “And it means I get a big, fat pay rise. Not that that matters but, I won’t sniff at the extra ten thou on my yearly account.” "Oh Andy," you grinned tearfully. "I'm so, so proud of you." “Is it big headed to say I’m a little proud of myself?” He grinned. “Absolutely not.” “In that case, I'm a little proud of myself!” He licked his lips, before he stepped back and looked you up and down. “And I’m also very late so let me grab a shower and I’ll be ready in ten.” "I'll be dressed when you're done." You winked and helped him undo his tie. “Or we could show up really late instead of just fashionably.” His hands found your hips and you laughed. "We could," you giggled, "but I am kinda hungry." Andy groaned, “me too. I haven’t had a thing since breakfast.” "Same." You shrugged. With a hearty chuckle and peck to your lips, Andy winked, "ten minutes." As he slipped away, you looked at the simple, deep blue dress you plucked from your closet on the bed. Maybe the night called for something special too. You pulled a sweetly romantic nude underwear set from your drawer and slipped the bra and panties on before pulling your dress up over your hips and slipping your arms through the shoulders. Giving yourself a once over in the full body mirror you smiled approvingly as the material sat over your frame. It was soft and flowy, hugging the appropriate areas and added a little body to the draped skirt. The door to your bathroom opened among the steam pouring out and Andy stepped out, his hips covered by a white towel. His skin was damp and flushed from the hot water, his hair messy and waiting to be styled. His tattoos glistened with flecks of water, and that medallion sat perfectly among his built chest. “You look beautiful.” He smiled as he crossed towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Get off, you’ll ruin my make up!” You jokingly protested as his wet beard rubbed against your skin. "You won't be saying that later," he teased. “It won’t matter later.” You shot back "Five minutes, Angel," he winked, slinking back into the bathroom for access to the closet. You followed, pulling your nude heels from your half of the closet and fingers in the heels, you carried them out of the humid bathroom. In no time, as promised, Andy was dressed in a fresh pair of slacks and a button down hanging loosely over his white tee. "No tie tonight, please," you commented, slipping into your shoes before heading downstairs. “No tie, you got it.” Andy grinned. True to his word, four minutes and ten seconds later, Andy bounded down the stairs and strolled into the living room, tie absent. He moved right to the coat closet by the back door and the garage, only to return with his wool coat and your own. “Thank you.” You smiled as he held it open for you to slip into.  The Uber ride passed almost totally in silence, comfortable, but both of you happily glowing as the news of Andy's promotion settled in over you. The driver took you about twenty minutes away from town and stopped at one of the local, nicer lodges near the base of the mountains. Andy stepped out and opened your door, taking your hand in his. Together, the two of you headed up the stairs and inside, making your way towards the restaurant. The pair of you were offered seats at the bar whilst you perused menus waiting for your table. "You know, technically you are my boss now. So... Does that mean we have to break up?" You joked. “Actually I’m your boss’ boss’ boss.” You flicked your eyebrows and smirked against the rim of your glass. "So, is that a yes or a no?" "That's a hell no," Andy replied swiftly. "You can't get rid of me that easily." You laughed. “But seriously, isn’t it a huge conflict of interest?” "No. Because we were already together before I made partner and, since we have Ron's blessing so to speak, it's a moot point. Besides, Angel, you're stuck with me. No matter what." Andy leaned across the space between you two and gave you a sultry kiss. As he pulled away you bit your lip, a smile crossing your face. “I love you.” "I love you, too." "Mr and Mrs Barber, your table is ready," the host said when he approached you. “Oh, we’re not-“ you began but Andy cut you off. “Thanks.” He smiled as he rose from his seat, offering you his hand. "Mrs Barber...." "Stop it," you hushed him and rolled your eyes. “That bad an idea?” He teased. You stopped for a second, "well..." you stammered, "no." You bit your lip as Andy pulled your chair out for you. “Good to know,” he kissed your cheek as you sat down. He sat across from you, a childlike hint of mischief and humor to his face. It was a beautiful sight to see considering all the frowning and tired eyes the two of you had shared recently. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna whip a ring outta my pocket.” You winked at him, not sure what to say but the idea of Mrs Barber was now inked into your mind as a thought. You sighed and opened your menu, glancing again to make the final decision on your meal as you heard Andy order a bottle of champagne, 'to celebrate' he said. “Celebrate you making partner, right? Not our seeming marriage?” "Yes, Angel, me making partner, and you being one of the best things to ever happen in my life," Andy smiled, extending his hand across the table for yours. You smiled as you placed your hand in his and his thumb gently stroked your knuckles. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened in mine, no contest.” A warm smile spread over his face, "I love you." "I love you too," you replied. "I haven't been this... Happy and fulfilled in a long fahking time," Andy said, his accent appearing. "Hopefully we keep it that way," you shrugged. "I know it's not been ideal lately and I know for a fact we can't always have our best days every day, it's stupid to think that and not to mention selfish. But I look forward to each day as we get it. I never used to. Not when...." "Angel," his tone was a soft warning. “I know, I’m sorry.” "Don't be, we just have to keep going. It's going to be alright." You nodded just as your waiter returned, Andy's hand slipping from yours to cheer your good fortune and the two of you placed your orders for dinner. Mid-way through your meal and down an entire bottle of champagne, you couldn't help yourself and asked Andy, "have you heard from anyone in Boston?" “No.” He shook his head. “I’d have told you if I had, I promise.” "Just curios is all." “When I do you’ll be the first to know, now stahp. No more.” "Okay," you bent your head and eyed your plate, embarrassed to have even asked and maybe lessen the mood a bit. "You up for dessert, Angel?" “I could eat tiramisu.” You smiled.  Andy ordered your desired treat and an after dinner cognac for himself. “Andy?” You placed your spoon down and looked at him. "Hmmm?" “Do you think we could get a bottle of champagne to take home?” A glimmer of something crossed his eyes and he smirked, "absolutely, baby." The bottle ordered to go and the bill paid, the valet hailed your Uber down and as the sedan whisked you and Andy home, his hand held yours once again, the bottled necked in his other fist. Once you were home you kicked off your shoes and Andy set the bottle on the side in the kitchen before he took your coat to hang up again. You padded to the glass cupboard looking for two flutes for the still chilled champagne. You expertly popped the cork and poured two helpings, settling yourself at the breakfast bar area. Your neatly manicured nails tapped on the granite bar as Andy took his flute and again toasted to you, the love of his new life.  "No, no, I'm afraid this is your night, Mr Baber, partner at King, Thorne and Barber LLP." You smirked, with a wink, emphasizing the 'and'. A boyish grin spread across his face as he took a sip and let out a sigh. “You know, before I joined the DAs office, this was all I ever wanted.” “So what made you go into prosecution then?” You asked curiously. “Honestly? Laurie.” He shrugged, “I took the bar exam and then I had a few years where I had a couple of positions in and around firms, gaining experience but I couldn’t quite muscle my way in. It was so competitive. In the end, prosecution was a stable alternative. And with a family to support, I took it.” You nod in understanding. "Life circumstances pushes us to sometimes leave dreams behind for the easier, more convenient road." “What about you? Was it always journalism?” You wrinkled your nose, “I actually wanted to be a writer. But…” your finger traced round the edge of your glass, “kinda like you, didn’t pay the bills or my student loan fees.” "So why PR? Angel, you can do whatever you want, you don't have to work, you've got the front to be stable and publish your own dime." Andy's words came out passionately for you to follow your dream. "Well, because it's not really my money. It's why I work. I used what I wanted to set up my life here and the rest, sits, collecting interest, really only touched if I feel the need. But.... to be honest that money absolutely disgusts me."

Andy took a deep breath, “well use it for something, stick the finger up at the bastard whilst he’s six foot under.” “Well, I was…” you bit your lip, “actually forget it, it doesn’t matter.” "Tell me," he whispered, plucking your glass from your hand and taking both of yours in his. “I thought about giving it away. To a foundation or a trust, for victims of domestic or sexual violence.” "I think that’s a brilliant idea." He supported you, even the glint of pride in his eyes told you so. “Maybe, but then I had an idea about going one further and starting my own place. Like a refuge type thing, where people can go if they need a safe place to stay. There’s not many around, and the ones that there are, often get so crowded or are in shitty areas, and there’s really so few that can take kids as well, you know, if there’s more than just the adult involved.” “So do it.” Andy looked at you, “there’s nothing stopping you.” You shrugged, "I just don't want the questions of why, you know? Why are you doing it? What made you want to do it? Nothing in my background publicly resembles any need to support that.” “Why do you need a reason why, other than the fact you’re a decent human being?” Andy asked. “I just know people would ask questions.” “Well, there’s always cases at work that you could tell people has influenced you.” “And then there's my parents, my sister. They don't know anything remotely close to what you know, Andy. It would crush my dad." "Look at me," Andy ceased your rambling. "When this is all over, we're going to do just that. Wherever you want. Here, Boston... Wherever. We'll do it." You bit your lip and Andy shrugged, “I got enough in my background to answer any questions. My mom turned to one of those places when Billy was arrested. We ended up with nothing. Took her six months before she was on her feet.”

You blinked. “I never knew that.” “Not many people do.” He took a deep breath. "She must have been an incredible woman. Strong, resilient." “She was. You remind me of her, in that respect. Which is why, if you’re serious, I think we should go for it. I got plenty of contacts, and we can partner with the firm too, local authorities…” "One thing at a time, huh," you spoke quietly. "Settle you in as partner, my work load is going to be huge now come Monday. All the changes," you rolled your eyes, smiling a little as you did so. "Then maybe after we finish this fisaco I've put us both in, we talk about it." Andy sighed, as you untangled your right hand from his and took a sip of your champagne, “you haven’t put us in any fiasco. And as for the rest of it, it’ll work out. Stop worrying about what might go wrong and concentrate on what could go right.” "Your faith in me is astounding," you chortle. "I have nothing but..." Andy smiled softly, the bristles of his beard twitching at the corners of his lips. "I want you to have everything you want," then he rolled his eyes a little, "within natural reason." He chuckled softly. "Well, Counselor," you slipped your left hand from his and wrapped both yours around his neck, your nails scratching at his hairline. "I want the same for you, and after tonight's good news, you're right on track. So," you pecked him softly as his hands held your waist, "what's next?" “Do you want a verbal explanation or should I skip straight to the demonstration?” "I'm a visual type of person," you said with a flick of your brows. “That so?” "Mmhmm, tonight, I am." “Well,” Andy leaned forward, one foot resting on the bar of the stool, the other leg stretching out to the side, “how’s this for a visual? First I’m gonna take your dress off, then I’m gonna work you up so badly you’re gonna be begging me not to stop, and then I’m gonna have you crying my name so loudly the neighbours will be knocking on the door asking if you’re okay.” Your chest hitched with the ragged breath you took, "o...okay." Andy frowned a little at your tone and then shook his head. “Or, not… I mean…” “No, I mean yes…I-“ "Tell me, Angel." "I want you to.” “You sure?” Your eyes stared into his, a bit of confidence and flare to them, "yes." Andy seemed to consider you for a moment, before his hands reached up and pried both of yours free from his neck. He rose to his feet, gently tugging you to yours. Two large palms cupped your face as those beautiful blue eyes you loved so much searched your own, seemingly for any shred of doubt you were hiding. When he found none, his lips were on yours, the small of your back hitting the edge of the breakfast bar as he kissed you, pressing you into the granite. Your fingers were at his belt, undoing it with a light clink and pulling his dress shirt from the waist of his slacks. His tongue swiped dominantly, yet carefully against your own, the sweet yet crisp notes of the champagne still present in his mouth, mingling with the taste of him. It was a heady mix, enough to make your head swim with desire and lust and you let out a soft groan of delight as his hands moved to locate the back of your dress. Smirky bastard he was, his lips twitched against yours as he found the zip and pulled it down, loosening your dress while your own fingers searched for his own button and zip to his slacks. “Ah ah,” he shook his head, “I said I was getting you out of your dress. I don’t remember saying anything about losing my pants, Angel.” You whimpered at the authority in his tone and dropped your hands from his flies. His hands reached up and long fingers slid along the neckline of your dress, pushing the sleeves down your arms. He exposed that lace nude bra you'd slipped on while he was in the shower, the blue material of your dress catching at your hips. His eyes lingered on the lace trim around the cups before they looked back at your own, his brow quirked a little. “New?” "Yeah," you nodded quickly. He beamed and you knew why. Thanks to Ransom, buying underwear had become a monumental task for you, constantly still evaluating everything in your head. But this, this purchase and subtle display for your boyfriend was growth at its finest and Andy seemed proud of you to take that step. His lips found yours again as his hands pushed your dress over your hips. Your fingers curled over his shoulders as you stepped out of the blue material, gently toeing it to one side. Those same hands gently curled into your flesh, fingers lightly digging into the back of your waist as he made to lift you gently. Understanding what he wanted, you gave a light jump and he settled you on the bar in front of him. His hands smoothed down the outside of your thighs before he gently parted your knees and stepped into the space between them. You realised in an instant what he had done. He’d given you the height. From your vantage point you were now a few inches above him and it meant that you also had the upper hand if you needed to push him away. He wasn’t caging you in, he wasn’t trying to overwhelm you or overpower you, and fuck, you loved him for it. With a flick of his eyebrow, his mouth pressed to yours again before he stepped back. "Andy... What...." Your question was answered when he dropped to his knees, and you gasped as his teeth nipped at that soft flesh of your inner thigh right where the seam of your panties covered your mound.His nose ran along your covered core, pressing into your clit from there and your hand instinctively went to the top of his head, your fingers rubbing through the soft wax he used to style it. Your nails dug into his scalp, and you automatically tugged on his hair a little without thinking. A low chuckle emerged from his mouth which vibrated against your core and you shivered with delight. Fingers curled around the sides of your panties as Andy pulled the piece of clothing down and away, tossing it to the floor. But instead of setting to you, he stood up and reached for his glass of champagne. You watched him curiously as he tossed the liquid into his mouth, before he knelt back down. And when his mouth covered your entrance you realised exactly what he was up to. The cold bubbles fizzed against your clit, popping, almost burning, and you cried out as Andy’s warm tongue lapped away. You could feel some of the cool liquid gently trickling down the inside of your thighs, all adding to the sensation of it and the pleasure which was coursing through your entire body.

Andy hummed against your slit as you cried out, swallowing the champagne which was still in his mouth, pulling at your sweet clit at the same time. "Oh God," you shook as your head dipped back. Your legs hung over shoulders, heels digging into the space just at the back of his neck as your palms scrabbled for traction on the granite. Eventually you gave in, slipping back to your elbows as Andy’s hands held your thighs open. His mouth was slow, almost torturously so as he brought you to the edge. The bristles of his beard against the soft skin of your inner thigh and wet outer folds meant you were already raw from friction but Jesus, was it glorious. You writhed and moaned, your head completely lost as you surrendered to the pleasure he was giving you, but just as you felt yourself going, he stopped and rose to his feet. “What? Why are you stopping?” You looked at him, your cheeks hot as he placed his palms flat on the counter, either side of your thighs. “Because I’m not done yet.” He remarked simply, leaning over to kiss you. “Asshole.” You grumbled and he chuckled, his hands moving to the clasp of your bra. You sat up fully, your fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt and he pulled back to look at you. “Angel…” “You said I couldn’t take your pants off, you never said anything about your shirt.” His fist curled around the collar of his tee and dress shirt, pulling both garments off and tossing them in a ball to the floor. “Happy?” He quipped as his hand returned to your bra. “Yup.” You smirked as he snapped the clasp open with his finger and thumb. He slipped the straps down, pressing a kiss to each shoulder as he did so, before he stepped back a little. You steeled yourself as his gaze again was on yours, a darkened tinge to his orbs that made you shiver. His right hand stretched for the bottle of champagne but you beat him to it. Your eyes not leaving his you raised it to your lips and took a huge gulp. “Fuck, Angel, you got no idea how fucking sexy that was.” You smirked and quirked a brow. In a movement of sheer brass bravery, suddenly unlocked from deep within, you tipped the bottle up slightly, sending a trickle down the valley between your breasts. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Andy mumbled, before his head dropped. His tongue was warm and flat as he licked a stripe up from your belly button to the hollow of your throat. His beard was wet against your skin, your juices and the champagne coating him and you alike. You giggled, taking another swig from the bottle before Andy snatched it, taking a large gulp himself. Once more, he didn’t swallow, his full mouth instead covering your right nipple. “Holy shit!” You hissed, arching further into him as the fizz hit your sensitive skin, his tongue laving away.

His left hand dug his fingers into the small of your back as his right toyed with your left breast, kneading your flesh and flicking his thumb over your free nipple. As the bubbles faded and Andy swallowed, your nipple was pulled deeper between his lips and as he switched sides, your left now gently pulled between his teeth, you felt your body shift as your legs began to shake and your toes curled. “Andy, I’m… oh fuck, I’m gonna…” His right hand dipped inside you and you were gone, your walls squeezing around the two, thick fingers. A downright filthy noise escaped your mouth as your back arched, trembles shaking your entire body. Andy watched your face which was contorted in pleasure, your jaw slack and he smirked to himself as he leaned forward, teeth nipping at your jaw before he kissed you. "Just like that, Angel," he gruffly coaxed. As you worked through cumming, his two fingers were deep, pulling you further into it, a "come here" curled motion against your G-spot. Your chest heaved as you took in a ragged breath of air, your eyes opening to meet his. Your hands reached out, fingers sliding into his beard, nails scratching his skin and he groaned out loud. "Fuck me, Counselor." Your lips hovered over his, voice husky with desire and you felt him shudder a little. He stood up straight, hastily undoing the buttons of his pants, pushing them down over his hips with his boxers, just enough to allow his rock hard, his cock to spring free against his belly He grabbed your hips, pulling you towards the edge of the counter, one hand wrapping around his cock to line himself up. In he slid, your depths tight and soaked for him. “Fuck, Angel…” he panted as he gave a deep thrust, before pulling back and driving into you again. "Oh, God, yes, Andy," you panted as the clink of his belt jingled with his pants around his thighs. “Fill me up.” An animalistic growl ripped from his throat, and one large hand splayed between your breasts as he pushed you back against the counter, sending the small wooden bowl of keys and random bits of spare change and other shit crashing to the floor of the kitchen. With a sharp tug he pulled you even further towards him, your ass now hanging off the edge of the counter as he powered into you with fast, strong snaps of his hips. He was right, he had you screaming his name. A repetitive mantra as he continued his ruts into you, your palms slapped against the cool of the granite. The champagne flutes were long gone, smashed into god knows how many pieces thanks to your downright filthy escapades, but you didn’t give a fuck. You could feel the heavy throb against your shaking walls, he was holding back until he could make you cum again and the strain in his muscles was tightly coiling your arousal.

"Andy, fuck, I'm..... Oh shit," you cried out as your coil snapped, cumming so hard your hearing dulled and your eyes saw flashes of light glittering across your eyes. His own grunts became louder, until he stilled, your name tearing from his throat as he himself blew. The room fell silent, bar the sound of deep breathing from the pair of you. His lips found yours, the kiss gentle, a total contrast from the avaricious force of the, frankly, mind blowing sex you’d just had. “I hope you didn’t like those glasses.” Andy chuckled, his nose bumping yours. "Don't care," you replied. He laughed, his forehead pressing to yours as you let out a contented sigh. “You okay?” "Definitely," you whispered. Satisfied with your answer, he pulled back a little and smirked. “Well, the rest of the bottle survived.” “You know, it’s not all that late considering.” You shrugged, your arms round his neck. “We could always drink the rest in bed?” “Film?” “Absolutely.” "Okay, let me clean up the glass first, don't move," he told you. "Don't think I could, yet.” You smirked, pecking him. "That was so..." “Yeah, it was.” Andy stepped back and rearranged his pants, tucking himself back in, leaving the button of his flies undone. Then, he bent down and handed you his shirt. You slipped it on as he quickly cleared away the broken glass before he lifted you off the counter. "Where we going?" You giggled as he was reluctant to set you down. “I’m just making sure you don’t cut your feet.” He replied, “I still got my shoes on. You don’t.” “I don’t have anything on bar your shirt.” “Which is my second favourite way to see you.” He gave you a soft kiss as he set you down in the hall. “Go on,” he gave your ass a light tap, “I’ll be up in a moment.” With a bite of your lip in glee, you turned back to him and winked, before heading up to your room. Your skin was sticky from the champagne and sex, so you took a quick shower. When you emerged, Andy was already in your room, stripped down, the bottle of champagne on his night stand along with two none-smashed flutes. As he pulled his pajama bottoms over his legs and went to grab his sleep tee, you stopped him. “Nope. No tee, I wanna snuggle properly.” A deep chuckle moved through his chest and you smirked, taking it from him. You quickly towelled yourself off, slipping his top over your head before you pulled on a clean pair of panties and crawled into bed besides him. He handed you a glass, before he raised his arm and you snuggled up beside him, as he sat, propped up against the headboard. “What you wanna watch?” He asked, remote in his hand, “and don’t say Jurassic Park.” "Buzz kill," you laughed. "I don't care. Your pick.” “Look we both know full well you’ll be asleep before half an hour has passed.” “Will not.” You pouted. With a quirk of his eyebrow, Andy scrolled through the movie list before he chuckled and selected The Hangover. True to form, fifteen minutes in, he had to take the glass from your hand when he saw it slipping as your head dropped further against his chest. With a fond smile, he set it on the night stand by his own, kissed your head and settled you both down, you sleeping soundly against him as he watched the rest of the film. ***** Andy held your hand as the two of you headed back to the Jeep, your ritual Saturday morning hike complete. It had been a little chilly as you’d set off, the bit of fall definitely in the air, but his soul was warm as you’d spent the hour chatting about what to do for your anniversary. The pair of you had definitely decided on Hawaii. The decision now was which island and what to do once you'd gotten there. Andy was quite happy to lay on a sun-lounger, and do absolutely nothing bar eat, drink and fuck you into oblivion but your eyes had lit up when you’d asked about jet skiing and whatever other life- threatening water sports they might have. And the sucker he was, couldn't tell you no. “Jet ski, okay. But I’m drawing the line at parasailing.” He said firmly, unlocking the car. "Fine!" You rolled your eyes with a giggle as you both climbed in. You stayed silent until he had turned the key in the ignition before you spoke again. "Bannana boat?" “Angel!” He groaned exasperatedly, his hand giving your knee a squeeze as he pulled the car out of the space. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” A shrill of his phone connected to your Bluetooth made you jump and he let go of your leg for a second to answer it on the wheel. “Hello?” "Andy... Benoit Blanc here." Andy froze as he felt you reach for his hand. He stole a glance at you, giving your fingers a squeeze as he saw your eyes widen and you swallowed, thickly. "Hey, just so you know, Y/N's here with me." "Good, is this a bad time or..." “No, it’s fine. Did you find something?” “I did. A lot more than I was looking for as it happens.” “What do you mean?” “I can’t really explain over the phone,” Blanc drawled, “but it’s errr, well, our good doctor is up to a little more than taking bungs from undesirables. I’ve booked a flight to Denver for the morning. If it suits you, we can meet and go through it then.” Andy looked at you and you gave a little nod. “Sure, I’ll text you the address unless you need me to pick you up?” “No, address is fine. I should be with you around midday.” "See you then." And when the call dropped, Andy turned to you, his eyes softening as his glance caught you paling, your lip quivering. He pulled the Jeep over on the highway back towards home and put it in park, cracking the windows to allow cool, autumn air to fill the cab. "Y/N," he hoped his voice came off calmer than he sounded to himself. He watched as you held a hand up to silence him. "Just... I need a second." Allowing you your moment, Andy concentrated on the traffic as it zipped past you, his mind working ten to the dozen, wondering what else it was that Blanc had found. After a few deep breaths he saw your right hand grip the door handle and pull it towards you, popping the door open. You stepped out and he sighed as it shut. His eyes glanced in the side mirror and then over his shoulder making sure the road was clear before he got out and quickly joined you on the passenger's side. You were standing with your hands above your head, clasped together atop your crown. “Honey?” "Yeah?" You swallowed. “This is good.” "I know. I just....I haven't seen him since..." "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Angel I didn’t think." Andy sighed, “look, if you want I can meet him elsewhere, alone.” "No," you were quick to silence his thoughts. "I want to see him. I have things I have to say. I want to say." “You do?” That surprised him "I do." You got back in the Jeep and Andy turned on his heel to do the same. When he settled in, you continued. "I lied to him. I told him things that were not true and had I done anything differently maybe.... I... I don't know." “Angel, it wasn’t your fault. “ "Andy, I know. You said I had no choice and more and more I see that, or at least I'm starting to. And after last night, I truly want nothing more than to put this behind me, behind us, because I want to move on with our lives. I want us to go on our trip with clean slates and everything just gone." He sighed as you did. "What do you mean after last night?" "Just... These feelings over something so stupid and small and frankly weird that make me feel safe and secure and like.....me again." “Honey, I’m not following. Why do you mean?” "It's really dumb," you shook your head. “Try me.” "I just, while we were walking this morning, I kept thinking about last night and dinner and after." You shyly dipped your head. "The way I felt when the host called me...” You trailed off and Andy waited patiently, knowing now wasn’t the time to make quips about you being mistaken for his wife. There was something else to all this, something more and he wanted to know. “I just, well, there was this sense of stillness, a feeling like a pure love I had in my heart when he said it, and I never had that before.” You shook your head, “And then when we were together last night, I just got this overwhelming sense of all is right and a hint of a power I hadn't felt within myself in so long.” “And you feel that telling Blanc the truth is, what? Another step towards taking control back fully?” “Yeah, maybe, I’m not sure. I lied to a lot of people, and yes, I get that I had no choice. I can’t tell my parents, but I can tell Blanc. And all I know is that it feels like the right thing to do.” “Okay.” Andy nodded, “I think I understand.” “Glad you do, because I don’t understand it myself.” "When he comes tomorrow, we'll hear what he has to say and go from there. But I keep promising you, no matter what, you're safe. You're with me and you're safe." Andy smiled at you as you nodded. "Now, what do you say we go to Patty's then figure out what our plans for tonight are?" "I could use some pancakes and coffee." “You got it, Angel.” ***** After breakfast at Patty's, Andy drove home and the two of you set about cleaning house, a statement he wasn't about to argue that you felt the need to busy yourself in cleaning for your guest. By mid-afternoon he cornered you for a nap and when he woke, he found himself alone. With a stretch, he rose from the bed and into the bathroom, addressing the fact he needed to pee, before he wandered onto the landing. He took a peek out of the window and spotted the dark sedan parked further up the street. With a roll of his eyes, and a tick in his jaw he headed downstairs following the soft sounds of music accompanied by your voice. His irritation melted away and he sighed contently as his nose picked up the smell of baking cookies. He smirked as his bare feet hit those two creaky steps at the bottom. His lounge pants were slung low on his hips as he scratched at his naked torso, rounding the corner into the living room and seeing you at the counter, in his dress shirt and little else. “Stop perving on me.” You quipped, not turning to look at him and Andy laughed. He stepped up behind you, his lips gently pressing into your neck behind your ear. "I see our dog is back," you said, shying away from his ticklish beard. “What?” his lips followed your neck. "The sedan, down the street. I saw him," you sighed, finally turning in his arms. He hummed in annoyance, "oh, yeah. Well, hopefully after tomorrow we won’t have to put up with him for much longer.” "Hopefully," you sighed, tossing the dish towel aside. "So, hungry?" As if on cue, Andy's stomach garbled and he rubbed his abs. "A little. What shall I make us?" “Nothing, I already made it. There’s a lasagne in the oven, just need to pop the garlic bread in and do the side salad.” "Honey.... Did you even rest?" Andy rolled his eyes. "No, but what matters is you did." You patted his chest. "So, do me a favor and pop that new red you brought home from Ron and I'll finish the salad while the bread bakes." He huffed, a heavy breath leaving his chest as he shuffled over to the little wine bar area he had set up for the both of you. The pair of you shared a liking for a decent bottle with your meals on the weekends and as such, when you’d seen the idea in a magazine, Andy had instantly agreed. It basically consisted of a wine fridge for your whites, roses and fizz, and a hand crafted bottle rack for your reds which you had ordered bespoke from a little boutique in town. Reaching up, he pulled the red you requested from the bottom of the three rows. He then grabbed the opener and two wide bowl glasses from the cabinet and poured your drinks after the bottle breathed for a moment. Andy set the table for you both and pulled the garlic bread from the oven as the lasagne sat to cool and set before serving. He watched as you expertly sliced the tomatoes and cucumbers for the side salad, tossing it together and plating it for you both. “Ranch or french?” You asked, waving two bottles of dressing at him "Honey," he said with a hint of 'duh' to his tone. "Ranch," you smirked. There was something to be said about the way he sat with you at dinner, not a care in the world as you ate lasagne in his shirt and he sat at the dining table shirtless. The two of you drinking wine and laughing, the sense of real domestic bliss between you both. A bliss that was threatened when you dropped lasagne down the front of his shirt. “Well, you need to take that off now, and toss it into the machine.” Andy gave a playful sigh. "Mr Barber you just want me naked at dinner," you laughed, unbuttoning the two buttons you had done. “And?” With a roll of your eyes you left his sight and all he could hear was you in the washroom before coming back to him. He let out a groan as he realised you were now dressed in one of his hoodies and you flashed him a smug grin. "I see your game, Angel," he smirked back. "Finish up, I made cookies." You winked. “And besides, it’s not hygienic to be naked on surfaces we eat from.” “Didn’t bother you last night.” "No, I suppose it didn't." With a chuckle, Andy took the last few bits of his food, making a satisfied noise as he then rose to clear the dishes. He washed up as you left him to sort the laundry and when through, he sat in his spot on the couch after he started a fire and soft music played in the background. He patted his lap as you padded from the hall that opened up into the kitchen, dining room and living room. Calling you to him in a way. Your glasses of wine sat on the coffee table as he sat spread out on the chaise. You snuggled onto his lap, his chest now covered by a navy Henley, and gave a contented sigh as he kissed your head. "I love you," he whispered into your hair. “I love you too.” You replied, curling into him even more as his arms circled round you. And in that moment, Andy Barber was struggling to find another point, certainly in his recent life, where he had ever felt so content. He could only hope it wasn’t the calm before a monumental shit storm.

**** Chapter 15

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we'll make it (divine)

[hardcase x f!reader] loving hardcase is something akin to falling in love all over again and again every time he knocks on your door and pulls you into his arms.

warnings: nsfw, outdoor sex, mushy gooey feelings

w/c: 3.0k

a/n: sage my darling 🥺 ily bb mwah <3 i'm going to be completely honest writing this made me fall so so so much more in love with hardcase (bless u for that)

event details here! requests will be open until july 4th!

“Hey!” Hardcase greets you with that very specific sort of glee only he knows, breathless and bright-eyed as your door slides open.

The durasteel parts to reveal him and a shiny keyring lifted eye-level to the blue ink arcing over his temple. The sparse assortment of bronze and silver speeder keys jangle against a polished leather keyfob as he shakes his fist with boyish, giddy joy. It’s one that, you might add, isn’t exactly fitting of Hardcase’s rough-and-tumble style—ergo, keys that don’t belong to him—and one that begets a few questions as you raise a pointed brow in his direction.

Hardcase only grins wider.

But before you can ask if those are—and they definitely are—the keys to Jesse’s planetside speeder, Hardcase shoots his other hand forward and wiggles his fingers between yours, tugging you into the glare of the fluorescent hallway lights and squeezing snug.

“Don’t have much time,” he nods earnestly. “You ready to go?”

“Go where?” you laugh as he stuffs the keys into the pocket of his bomber, tearing his attention away from you if only to shoot a hasty glance over his shoulder. But you’re stepping forwards anyways, crowding up against his side as your door slides shut behind you.

“Out, duh,” Hardcase says with a scrunch of his nose, the telltale twitch of his left cheek that you immediately recognize as a silent, animated, ‘isn’t it obvious?’ He punctuates his response with a quick squeeze over your hand, and his smile grows wider when you tip your head back and laugh.

“How much of a head start do you have on him?”

“I have about a hallway lead,” he says, sheepish if not for the excitement in his voice. “C’mon! He’ll beat my ass if we don’t get moving!”

You might not exactly know what’s going on, because for all the spontaneous and oftentimes questionable visits from Hardcase that you’ve come to expect as part of your regular routine, Hardcase carried with him some mischievous ingenuity to surprise you each and every time. But you can’t help but mirror the contagious delight in his grin as you squeeze his hand and take off behind him.

And it’s the natural thing to do, the ebb and flow of alternating surprises: Hardcase poking into your room well past lights out with Tup’s holo and a bootlegged movie, and you meeting him with two glasses of single malt whiskey before both promptly gagging on your first sips. It had always been like that ever since you had, quite literally, knocked heads with Hardcase in the corridors of your first jedi cruiser assignment, running a bit too fast a bit too far.

A bit of carefree joy, a bit of light, you think as you run past a loose group of shinies, the squeak of your boots blending with your stifled giggling. And when Hardcase turns his head to check if you’re still there (as if he’s not squeezing your hand tight), you see him as he is, a sturdy piton to keep your hold against war’s steep shear.

“Hurry, hurry!” he laughs as you run through the open blast doors. His voice rises above the motions of the hangar bay like the sweetest song, hoarse and free.

You open your mouth to say something along the lines of ‘I’m trying!’ but your mouth fills with the cool air of the Ansion night, sweet with the fragrance of grass, organic and good over the labored exhaust of the base. And instead of words, laughter, bright and loud, bubbles from your chest.

As soon as you’re entering the hangar bay, you already find yourself at its opposite end. Hardcase’s fingertips dig firm into the soft curve of your waist as he hurriedly but no less gently lifts you off your feet and onto the back of Jesse’s bike. With one final look over his shoulder, Hardcase clambers on after you, jamming the keys into ignition and revving the engine to life.

The low thrum of the bike drowns out Jesse’s muted yelling from across the landing as you peel away from the bay. But above Jesse’s fading shouts, above the rumble of eight durasteel cylinders underneath you, all you can hear is Hardcase’s whoops of pure joy when you wrap your arms tight around his waist and press your ear behind his beating heart.

The recycled hangar bay air gives way to something earthy and warm. You breathe deep, even with the speeder ramped up as fast as you think it could possibly go, and your lungs fill with the fading ghosts of sunlight and Hardcase’s cologne as you squeeze your arms around him and imagine the floodlights of the base blinking out behind you.

It’s only when the bike beneath you sputters to a halt and the roar of the engine gives way to the broad silence, curling over the hilltop on the rich and cool midnight winds, that you turn your head and see Hardcase without the giddy thrill of impromptu adventure.

Hardcase hops off the speeder, wobbling once on his feet with a breathless laugh as he hits solid ground. You watch from your perch on the back of the bike as he dusts off his jeans and shoves the keys into the pocket of his GAR bomber. It’s the one that fits one size too small, pulling at the edges of his shoulders as he rises to his full stature under the glow of twin moons.

But when Hardcase turns around to face you, all wind-kissed cheeks and rosy glow that reaches his eyes, the playful tease dies on your tongue.

“Your hair’s a mess,” he says softly as he tilts his head to the side to flash you a smile. He saunters forwards, eyes gleaming with starlight, and finds home between your thighs with a sigh you almost lose to the rising wind.

He shrugs off his bomber, his face scrunching up in the way that makes you both laugh when his arm catches on the tight pull of leather, and he sweeps it behind you to set it snug over your shoulders. And when you’re snug under his jacket, he lifts his hands to your temples, fingertips ghosting over your skin as he gently pushes your tousled hair behind your ears.

You let your eyelids flutter shut, relishing in the careful touch you know he only reserves for you, nothing like the playful roughhousing and loving shoves he exchanges in the barracks. It’s a slow deliberation, callused fingertips tracing over your scalp, sending shivers down your spine as he strokes from your hairline and arcs over the crown of your head, fingertips giving way to his warm palm cupping at the apex of your neck.

And it doesn’t take wide eyes to know that when his motions stutter to a pause, when you hear him inhale through his nose, that he’s watching you with that unnameable warmth: the one that settles deep and wide in his dark eyes, fingertips hovering just close enough over your skin that you feel the heat radiating across that small breadth between you, wondering how he got so lucky, reveling in how he got so lucky.

You know the feeling. (You feel the same.)

You open your eyes, and Hardcase is there. He is there, bathed in the endless starscape above, but all he can see is you, reflected back at you in fond eyes you commit to memory each and every time.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Hardcase whispers. He lifts one hand to rub over the back of his neck and brings the other flush over the curve of your knee with the boyish shyness of twinkling eyes and starstruck joy that had roped you into his gravity the first time he’d stumbled into your path.

“You’d better be,” you snort, tugging his jacket close to your collar as he shifts his palm higher. There is playfulness, just a flash, but it soon gives way to something warm and low in your belly.

The small, slow movements of his thumb over your thigh strike a warmth that chases the midnight wind’s cold, spreading in thrumming waves over your chest. It emboldens you like a neat shot of whiskey, thrown back at once, swallowed down with raucous laughter, the noise and the lights faded away under the open sky, warm, warm, warm, and you reach up to curl your fingers over the hand at his neck, pulling him close.

You lean forwards, touching your brow to his, and just before you slide your eyes shut, you catch the look in his deep brown eyes. It reminds you of the first time you bore witness to the ghostly blue lights of a hyperspace jump, entranced in honest wonder as he stands between your thighs.

Because it’s you. It’s you, it’s you, it’s you—a warm and bright place to call home. It’s always been you. And Hardcase melts into your touch as you brush close.

“‘cause I think I’m in love with you, too.”

He laughs, and it’s a new sound in the night. It’s not quite relief, nor is it that exuberant glee from your sprint down the base halls. When you think back on it, it was understanding, your secret for two.

“I love you,” Hardcase says again, stronger, convicted, something closer to an earnest prayer than words alone as he looks up at you and greets you with the galaxy bright in his eyes. Not a soldier, not one of millions, just him; firm muscle between your thighs, breaths ghosting over your collar, fingertips pressing warmth into your ribs as he snakes his palms under your shirt and pulls you close.

Just yours.

You’re not sure who kisses who first, too full of a rapturous swell that blooms through your chest. But it doesn’t really matter. Not when Hardcase’s lips curl close against yours, wind-chapped and dry but so, so warm as he presses his fingertips into the skin of your back and pulls you close against him.

When his kiss is broken by the cold air, bitter in comparison to his touch, you let a whimper roll from your tongue. Brief as the interruption may be, it’s an interruption all the same.

Hardcase humors you with a quick peck to the corner of your mouth. But he’s quick to make up for that split second of lost time as he throws his leg over the side of the bike, his knees knocking against yours as he takes a seat before you. In his lovestruck daze, he sweeps his arms wide, letting that brief moment of giddy glee pass over his cheeks before he brings his hands over your waist and gently tugs onto his lap.

“Isn’t this Jesse’s bike?” you sigh dreamily when Hardcase thumbs over the crease of your thighs and noses up against the edge of your jaw, sending want snaking up your spine.

“He doesn’t need to know,” Hardcase says with a noise somewhere between dismissal and apathy as he shrugs and rolls his eyes.

“Oh, gross,” and you stick out your tongue as if you aren’t already aching at the thought of straddling his lap and letting him stretch you open under the starscape above.

Hardcase simply shrugs and brings his hand to his chin to offer you his best glamour face in return.

You make quick work of your slacks, kicking them off to the side while Hardcase fumbles with his fly. It’s awkward, if only by the fact that you’re balanced atop each other on the delicate wobble of the hover generator, elbows bumped close in a gentle fumbling that’s simply too genuine to be embarrassing anymore. You’ve done this too many times, shoved up in dark closets and hidden spaces of cruiser corridors, never truly satiated, never having taken your fill.

It’s not awkward—just endearing, you decide as you shift your hips forward and feel the blunt head of his cock dip up between your thighs.

As you sink down onto his lap, the speeder wobbles beneath you, and you fling your arms around him with a half-squeal half-moan, dropping down onto his cock in one smooth movement that sends a shudder through you both.

There is some solace in knowing that if the bike did tip over, that Hardcase would go down with you, his arms tight around your waist as he nuzzles into your chest and laughs. Commitment, you think as your heart bangs up against your ribs, a bit silly and very much dangerous, but commitment that warms you to your core.

“It’s all you, baby,” Hardcase whispers as you finally peel yourself away from him and lean back just enough to catch a full view of his face.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to it. How could you? How could you assign to the mundane the sweet ease of trust sloped over his brow as he looks up at you like you’re the only thing in the midnight sky, the only thing in his universe?

“Lazyass,” you snort, and he laughs.

But clever quips and snarky remarks are forgotten for the night when you carefully lift your hips, knees quivering over the hard press of the bike, and rock back down onto his lap.

Hardcase fills you in the way only he can, toeing that fine line between easy comfort and the satisfying burn of being split open and squeezed breathless.

You sink down with a whimpering gasp, toes curling when you feel him buck up into the soft spot inside you that whites out your vision. Choking on your own moan, you let your head drop down onto his shoulder, already rendered boneless and pliant around him. You fist tight into the soft fabric of his shirt, cunt spasming around him, and you hold tighter when his hips jerk up again.

“I got you, baby. I got you,” Hardcase mumbles into your shoulder, trailing his lips to the base of your neck and kissing sweet. His arms squeeze around your waist once and anchor you close. And he is there, curled everywhere around you, holding you close as the wind rises broad and far between the grassy plains and the universe overhead.

Where else could you ever want to be?

You want to laugh when you remember Hardcase leaving the pace to you as you feel his palms knead into your hips. But it comes out as a soft sigh when he hefts you halfway off his cock and fucks you down onto him again. All you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and hold as he starts a steady pace.

You won’t last long like this—neither of you will, not when you’re bared to the open sky and yet the closest you’ve ever felt to each other in a long while.

Hardcase breaks your dreamy longing with an uneven jerk of his hips. He’s close, and like muscle memory, he immediately drags one hand over the curve of your thigh to find the soft skin where you part around him. But you’re quick to react to him, grabbing his wrist as you sink down onto him with a soft moan.

“Already feels good,” you gasp, meeting him through the blurry haze of the tears dotting your lashes. You can just make out his wide eyes, and you choke out an unsteady laugh. “Hold me, ‘Case. Just hold me.”

“Okay, yeah,” Hardcase babbles, holding you flush on his lap and coaxing a soft sob from your lips. He brings his arms around your ribs, nestling his cheek against your chest, right above your beating heart. “Anything for you, baby.”

And that’s all it takes.

You come with a whimpering cry, and pleasure, luxuriant and warm, floods through your core as you bow forward and clutch tight to Hardcase’s neck.

It’s too much but only in the best of ways. Hardcase gives you little time to breathe, shedding the last dregs of restraint to press you down hard onto his lap and fuck as deep as he can go. Feeling your own high, Hardcase takes his fill and bends you to his pleasure, fucking into you for himself. And you swear you feel it in your throat as he lifts you up to the blunt ridge of his tip and brings you back down all at once.

“I love you,” Hardcase chants, breathy and low as he spills into your pulsing cunt. Your soft moans twine with his own as a second orgasm shocks through you, pulled over the edge again by his words alone. “I love you, I love you.” And he crushes his lips against yours and swallows your honeyed confessions with his tongue.

You feel him come down from his high with you. Your breathing blends as one until you’re gasping softly against each other, having long since parted and pressed your heads close, brow-to-brow, nose-to-nose. You vaguely remember it meaning something to the good brothers of the GAR, and while you can’t quite place a finger on what it was, all you know right now is that it’s closeness beyond physicality alone. And you feel Hardcase’s breaths level out and fan over the sweat on your collar, all you find yourself able to do is press even closer.

And when the ringing in your ears subsides, when you no longer feel your chests heaving against each other, you slowly open your eyes and find Hardcase already there, dopey-eyed and blinking slowly as he meets your gaze.

“Hey,” you whisper, drawing back.

The wind rises again, cool and sharp as it curls and eddies around you.

“Hey,” he replies. Gingerly, immersed in the sudden stillness, Hardcase lifts his hand from your back and brings his knuckles to your cheek to brush soft over the sweat and bliss over your skin.

“I love you,” you say, and the words curl over your tongue, shy and true all at once, like it’s the first time all over again.

“Yeah?”

You can’t mistake the spark that alights over Hardcase’s eyes as anything but breathless joy, genuine and raw and perfect because no matter how many times you said it, the simple power remained. The vastness of a night sky, stars exploding to life, with no clear centre but him and his soft smile that puts the moonlight to shame.

You love him.

You do.

“Good,” he grins. “‘Cause I love you, too.”

[janellion]

KAYLAAAAA i am Back ! HSHXH i would like to request hcs of the reader taking care of their drunk boyfriend(s) 👉👈 may i ask for tsukki, bokuto, kuroo, and akaashi? Hdhxbb i hope it's not too much !!! if it is, tsukki and bokuto would do omg aaaAAA i love you so much bb 💞💗💗💗 and idk if i've told you this before already but i LOVE LOVE LOVE your writing like it's one of the best i've ever read !!!! pls stay healthy and safe, i love you!!!!!

RON BB U MAKING A BITCH SOFT OMG 😭😭💗💗✨✨ thank you SO SO MUCH!!’ it means the world to me that you enjoy my writing!!! i’d love to write these for you!!! (i’m sorry they took so long bb 🥺😭 ILY!!)

taking care of your drunk!boyfriend hcs

ft. tsukki, bokuto, kuroo, akaashi

tsukki

tsukki doesn’t drink that much but when he does, he gets SOFT

i don’t mean like he’s crying and all over you

but those things that he only usually thinks? like “wow they’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen”

he SAYS THEM

and he doesn’t realize that he does, he’s really just thinking out loud and so when you’re all flustered at hearing him being so sweet and honest, words that he usually reserves for tender and special moments, he just quirks an eyebrow like “what? did i say something?”

and you pretend like he didn’t, bc you love hearing the things he has to say

taking care of him involves a lot of,,, tough love

he is stubborn and wants to take care of himself

he only lets you take care of him when you’re firm but sweet with him

speaking of, you’re the ONLY ONE that he let’s take care of him

even though it does take some extra coaxing on your part, anyone else would be outright refused except for you

when you go to pick him up or the boys drop him off, they always seem a little extra tired because they’ve been dealing w drunk tsukki without you and he is DIFFICULT

like “we need to bribe him to get into the car” kind of difficult

but they’re really just bribing him with getting to see you

tsukki isn’t a super cuddly or physically affectionate person, but as soon as he sees you he melts

will draw you in for a hug with those long arms of his and just hold you until he starts swaying and you both fall on the ground

the nights end with him passed out in bed and you gently removing his glasses

he never brings it up the next day bc he’s embarrassed, but he thanks you in his own little ways, whether that’s a tender kiss to your temple as you make him something for his hangover, or your favorite flowers the next time he goes out for errands

a knock on the door pulls you from your current task, piquing your interest and making you wonder — isn’t it a little late for them to be back? i figured kei would just stay with kuroo. as you head to the front door, you peek your head through the window to see none other than your tall slightly red faced boyfriend batting away the presumably helpful hand that kuroo is offering him.

as soon as you open the door and tsukki’s eyes land on you, the annoyed and frustrated look on his face melts into one of calm adoration. he takes a step through the threshold, placing a large slender hand on your shoulder, drawing you into his chest and inhaling the scent of your hair.

you look at kuroo over tsukki’s shoulder, suppressing a grin as you see kuroo’s growing. “you should have heard him on the way here, he was so excited to see you,” he comments to you under his breath as he moves to head back to the boys leaning against his car in varying levels of intoxication.

you shoot him a “good luck!” as he walks away before the door slams, blocking kuroo’s retreating back. you try and pull away from tsukki, only to feel him pull you in closer in response.

“those guys were pissing me off,” you hear tsukki’s voice muffled into into your hair. you can’t help but smile at the softness in his voice despite the harshness of his words.

“let’s get you to bed,” you laugh softly, prying his arms ground around your waist and holding his hands in yours between you.

as you go to walk down the hall, tsukki’s grip on your hands tightens as he pulls you back to him, bringing one hand to your check and the other to the small of your back.

he looks at you intensely through his glasses, face slightly flushed, but eyes soft and mouth slipping into a small smile.

“you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen”

+++

bokuto

i’ve written a bit abt drunk!bo here BUT yk i can always go off abt my hubby

OK SO bokuto is one of those “i’m myself but x100” kind of drunks

he is so excited and enthusiastic about things when he’s in a good mood

but he’s so down in the dumps and sad if he’s in a bad mood

fortunately!! you are always there to manage his moods, whether that’s extreme elation or intense sadness

a smile from you or a squeeze of your hand is all it takes to bring him back to his normal cheerful and exuberant self

BUT i hope that you don’t mind shirtless!bokuto (who could???) bc this man is CONSTANTLY TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF WHEN HE DRINKS

on the rare occasions where he goes out with tanaka, these two get kicked out of places SO FAST for public indecency

taking care of drunk!bokuto is a pretty involved affair

as soon as he sees you or the guys drop him back off to you, he is running full speed toward you, often forgetting his size and underestimating his speed

you’ve learned after the first few times that you need to brace yourself for impact bc he has crashed into you more times than you can count

this often results in you either on your back on the floor, or bo sweeping you up in a giant hug as he squeezes you tightly

the man REFUSES to take care of himself, does not want to eat or drink water until you offer it to him

if you bribe him w a kiss? man will do anything

the reason why he refuses to take care of himself? he just wants to spend time w you and shower you with love and affection!!

you’re trying to brush your teeth? good thing you only need one hand bc bo is holding the other!

trying to fix the bed? good luck bc bo has his arms around your waist and is nuzzling his face into your neck

fortunately, drunk!bo is also very sleepy, so after a lot of hand holding and hugging and wildly affectionate and inappropriate compliments, he is ready to pass out

unfortunately, he’s only able to fall asleep with you in his arms, so i hope your phone is charged!!

also, get ready to take a shower in the morning bc drunk!bokuto DROOLS

it’s ok tho bc he’s so cute abt it in the morning & will DEFINITELY insist on showering w you to help you,,, clean off 👀

a loud cry rings through the neighborhood prompting loud “shhhh” noises from the boys around your boyfriend. you smile in amusement as you look out the front window at the scene before you.

bokuto just dropped his phone as he was getting out of the car and proceeded to drop onto his knees, face buried in his hands as he cries out, “NOO WHAT DID I DO THEYRE GONE KUROO GONEEE,” as he gingerly picks up his phone and looks at the lock screen.

even from your vantage point in the house you can see the barely concealed snicker fhat escapes kuroo’s lips as he gestures to tsukki to help heft the large crying man to his feet.

“bro, i promise [Name] is fine, that’s just your lock screen, they’re in the house.” at this point kuroo pauses and looks up, seeing your face in lit up in the window.

“bo, look! they’re right there! why don’t you go give the door your secret knock and see them?” kuroo says, pointing to you at the window.

of course, you can’t hear this, but you do see the way that bokuto’s eyes light up as he brings his gaze to meet yours, and the wide smile that’s already across his previously tear-stained face.

with that, he is running full speed to the front door, and you barely have time to process the change in mood before you hear your signature shared secret knock on the front door.

laughing in anticipation, you throw the door open at the finish of the knock, only to be wrapped up in two sturdy arms, bo feet your lifting off the ground in his excitement.

finally setting you down, he looks at you with shining eyes, the grin on his face spreading with every passing second.

“i missed you”

+++

kuroo

so poor kuroo is usually stuck as the designated driver (he switches off with akaashi)

when he does get to drink though? his nerdy and flirty sides come out in the BEST possible way

he loves to use chemistry pick up lines on you, whether you’re out on the town together or you’re cuddled up in your bed after he gets dropped off for the night

you’ll be playing with his hair or he’ll be playing with yours and all of a sudden he’ll pull away and all the warning you’ll get is a slight glint in his eye and the traces of a mischievous smile as he says:

Do you have 11 protons? Cause your sodium fine

or

You must be a compound of beryllium and barium...because your a total BaBe

as soon as the lines are out of his mouth you can feel heat rushing up your neck and cheeks as your eyes widen slightly

kuroo always laughs gently, a light blush coloring his cheeks as he pulls away

he loves to do this bc it always yields his favorite sight: you flustered and embarassed at his sudden flirtatiousness

kuroo is pretty responsible so you don’t really,,, need to take care of him?

but you DO get to listen to a lot of really entertaining stories about things that have happened throughout the night he spent out with the boys

he likes to lay his head in your lap with his eyes closed as you run your fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp, humming gently and laughing as he recounts the tales of his night

you WILL have to convince him to go to bed tho bc drunk!kuroo wants to stay up ALL NIGHT and spend time with you, cuddling and watching tv or some movies (he WILL try and convince you to watch a fun documentary)

but you’ll have to resist his charms and pickup lines

he does NOT make it easy on you though

will even go as far as to lay on the ground and make you drag him to your bedroom, barely concealing his laughter

he’ll eventually take pity on you and walk with you to the bedroom, but not before swinging his arm over your shoulder and leaning a bunch of his weight on you (he can’t make it too easy!)

the night always ends with the two of you facing each other, his arm slung over your waist as he traces every inch of your face with his eyes

you hear the loud honk of a horn as you receive a “here” text from your boyfriend. you open the door, not sure what to expect since it’s been quite some time since kuroo actually let loose.

you definitely weren’t expecting a grinning bokuto with his hand around kuroo’s waist as your dark haired boyfriend grinned at you with a mischievous look in his eye.

“[Name]!” bokuto exclaims in his signature booming and excited voice. “Your boyfriend here was practicing lines on me all night to get ready to see you,” he says, laughter in his voice.

“bro, you weren’t supposed to tell them!” kuroo turns to bokuto, eyebrows slightly furrowed, “it was supposed to be a surprise!”

bokuto simply laughs and shakes his head, removing his arm from around kuroo’s waist and going to clap you on the shoulder. “good luck,” he says with a wink before walking back to the car, yelling at a slightly flushed akaashi that “he’s next!”

with bokuto gone, all of kuroo’s attention is on you. the mischievous look on his eye has been replaced by one that’s softer, full of love and adoration. his smile, however, still slightly betrays the rest of his face as he leans in close to you, arm resting on one side of your face as the other goes to his hip.

“You must be related to Alfred Nobel, because baby you are dynamite!” slips past his lips and you can’t help but laugh, heat rushing to your face as you take in his words.

his suaveness, however, falters as he loses his balance and crashes into you through the threshold.

he pulls back from you, face lingering inches from yours as he grins again.

“Even if there wasn't gravity on earth, I'd still fall for you”

+++

akaashi

similar to kuroo, akaashi is often the designated driver or signature “responsible friend”

when he DOES go more wild it’s because someone bokuto convinces him to do something crazy for some reason his bachelor party

on those nights where he does participate more in shenanigans, he gets SOFT

not in the same way that tsukki or bokuto get soft, but in a very special way that is Signature Akaashi

the guys will drop him off and they will all be waving and smiling at you, faces soft

akaash’s softness is infectious and inspiring, and all of them are going to go home to their own partners and be extra soft and sweet bc of him and his love for you

akaashi’s love language is quality time, and this is never more obvious than on the nights when you’re taking care of him after a fun night out with the boys

he just wants to be with you, whether that be on the couch as you finish up your book or show, talking to you as you shower for the night, or at the kitchen table as you have a midnight snack

his eyes soften and drink in the sight of you under the bright kitchen lights, or the soft glow of the tv, or through the foggy mirror of the bathroom

anything you ask of him is yours, so taking care of him is very easy

you’re both in bed as soon as you’d like to be, whether that’s one hour or five hours after he gets done with the boys

this is bc all akaashi wants to do is hold you in his arms and look at you, whispering into the quiet space between you how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

he’s not usually big on being very affectionate with his words, so when he says them, you KNOW he means them more than anything

even though he was the one that went out, he’s always the last one to fall asleep bc he wants to memorize the way you look in this exact moment, and tuck it away into his collection of favorite memories

your phone buzzes on the couch next to you, drawing your attention from the show you put on as you wait for your boyfriend to get dropped off.

accepting the phone and bringing it to your ear, you hear the calm and deep voice of the man you know and love.

“hi love, we’re almost to the house,” rings through the speaker. a chorus of “AWWWHS” and “OOOOHS” echo in the background as you hear the unmistakable voices of the boys in the car. a smile tugs at your lips at the shenanigans, and widens at akaashi’s soft chuckle. “see you soon,” you say as you hear the sound of a car pull up.

making your way to the door, you open it to reveal the slightly flushed face of your boyfriend as he gets out of the car, accepting the hand that bokuto offers in assistance.

the softness in akaashi’s eyes is unmistakable as he makes his way toward you, his gaze never straying from your face.

bokuto chuckles behind him, waving briefly at akaashi’s back before walking around to the front of the car.

as akaashi reaches the front step, he wraps an arm around your waist and brings you in for a soft but firm kiss, pulling away with a gentle smile and shining eyes.

the “OOOHS” and “AHHHS” ring out from the car again, but there’s a softness to them.

regardless, you pay them no mind as you look into akaashi’s eyes, a small smile playing on your lips.

“it’s nice to see you too,” you say through a grin.

“i’ve been wanting to do that all night”

☽

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[palbabor-writes]

Headcanons for the type of ppl who would attract or be of interest to Satoru Gojo and Kento Nanami???? WHATS THEIR (personality) TYPE

ooh, yes. there’s so much to love about these two & i like analyzing them from a personality standpoint

warnings: none really, i tried not to spoil too much since the anime is just getting going

Gojo

I see him as someone who’d be attracted to those who are self-assured

That doestn’t mean you need to be brash, or outgoing, not that you can’t be those things, but we do see that he’s often very attuned & drawn to others who are a little quieter in their mannerisms in the manga: Getō, Megumi, Nanami. However, he also really likes being around louder characters like Yuji. So, I think as long as you give off an air of confidence and reliance, he’s gonna respect that

He’s also gonna look for that in a partner - gotta have some kinda foundation for him to notice & I think having an inner spark, or even a separate passion, is a great start

With that being said, I could see him having a difficult time being with someone who is not a jujutsu sorcerer

Namely because his own life is constantly on the line & he’s often away or busy with his own work

Chances are, curses are gonna know that you’re a weak spot & we’ve seen how manipulative and downright dirty some of them can get to achieve their goals

He’s likely not looking for a partner that he has to keep an eye on all the time

In fact, I can see that getting old, fast

Plus, he’s canonically stated that he doesn’t like those who are weak

So, sorry if you’re in the normie crowd

With a sorcerer, obviously you’re gonna be lesser than him, talent wise, but I think he’d also like to see growth and effort from you

I don’t see him being attracted to someone who settles

So even if you’re doing a sparing match and he’s completely got you on the back foot, don’t stop getting back up

I can totally see that piquing his interest because it shows that inner spark & if he’s gonna take down the higherup’s he needs people with that forward thinking determination

We’ve also seen that he likes people that push back: see - Getō

So, I don’t think he’d be bothered if the two of you have different opinions

However, he’s gonna want you to be able to hold your own in a debate

Speak your mind

Don’t just go along to get along

I do think he likes people that can keep him on his toes

He wouldn’t mind if you were someone who’s spontaneous

Just one day you’re like: Hey! We’re gonna do this! Come on! & refuse to take no for an answer

I think that’s a good way to keep his interest & keep things fresh

He likes the non-traditional things: so don’t think dinner dates, he’s fucking gonna take you along on this wild mission, or hey, found out there’s this cursed carnival, let’s GO

If he likes for you to be cuff of the moment, then you need to be able to put up with his own bursts of spontaneity, too - you have to at least tolerate his antics

However, don’t be clingy - we haven’t seen him dealing much with others like that & he’s been around independent people for most of his life

You need to be confident enough to be able do your own thing

He’s a busy guy: he can’t be on the phone with you all the time

But, I think he would like to be thought of

Let him know that there’s a spot for him in your life

By that I mean, even though you’re busy and have your own missions, you still might see something and pick it up for him

People expect soooo much from him & he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders

So for you to just say: Oh, found this & know you like it! Here you go!

Be it candy, flowers, whatever - I think he’ll be so fucking touched by that

I can see him returning that favor to you - he likes to bring souvenirs back to those he cares about

It’s nice to know that you’re loved, even if your schedules don’t allow you much time together

Nanami

I think what’s going to catch his eye is someone who encapsulates a mature and rational state of mind

Practicality and effort are gonna speak volumes, especially in the beginning

We’ve seen how he reacts to those who are over the top (cough: Gojo) and it’s not in a very positive way

Now, if you’re someone who is on the exuberant side, don’t give up hope!

Similiarly to Gojo, I think he can learn to accept and respect those outbursts, we’ve seen this from him, especially with Yuji or his partner Haibara

He has been shown to like bright and energetic people, but it’ll take a little more time to crack into his trust

If you’re more excitable you might face a more uphill battle, but if you want him, and honestly who wouldn’t, you just need to show him that you can be relied upon

Once you’ve cleared that, I can even see him liking that his partner has a different world view and a little bit more pep in their step

After all, I think he places a very high value on independence

He’s not gonna be the partner who immediately wants to move in with you, no matter how long, or how much he cares for you

No, he strikes me as the sort of guy who likes to know that he can lean on you & can go to you when he needs to, but he’s likely going to be very protective of his own space, and yours as well

Unlike Gojo, I do see Nanami being interested in a civilian and not just a sorcerer

He’s so big on comfort and just being able to kick back, he mentions that often when he’s discussing his future retirement and if you’re a laid back person, and not someone fully entrenched in the sorcerer world, I can totally see him looking twice at that

I think he’d like the normaliacy

After all, he’s one of the few sorcerers who have been in the “real world,” even though he was bored with his office job, I think there are still parts of that life that he values - hence why he dresses like a business boy

I feel like he’d like someone who can talk about low key things

It might seem like a simple conversation but I think he’d love chatting about the freaking news, or that new shop that just opened

OMG

Wait, WAIT

You immediately pass GO & collect the full $200 if you’re a baker & you snag his attentions

Like, dropping everything and haunting your bakery every free moment he has until you notice him

Yo. He is a foodie

If you’re a chill person who likes to restaurant hop, damn, you’re ticking boxes bb

OK. SORRY. Had to get that off my chest. BACK AT IT

He’s a cynical, realist - so I think he’d like to see someone who is encouraging and optimistic

If you’re easy going and can see the glass half-full, it’s likely a win-win for Nanami

His schedule varies, even when he tries to get off at 6 on the dot

So if he has to bail on plans, or things get moved, you need to be someone who’s understanding & can roll with the punches

But he’d also want someone who can set a routine and who plans things out

He’s big on rules and, let’s face it, he’s surrounded by incompetence

If you’re reliable and predictable, I feel that he’d really like that combination

It means he can let his guard down around you & for a jujutsu sorcerer that is HUGE

Again, don’t expect normal dates: I don’t see him being big on PDA, or the: let’s get a table for two with the candles bs

I’d see him really like making a meal with you, even if he’s tired

Restaurant dates would be fine, but I could see it being a more relaxed kinda thing: like two people who are hashing out the days gossip, not these long, drawn out, lovey topics

You’d likely look more like friends, than lovers

He is focused on money

So while he may not take you to cheap places, he strikes me as a bit of a penny pincher

Don’t expect hella fine dining every night of the week - as long as it’s got interesting food, he’s not gonna care much about the rest

He strikes me as an acts of service kinda guy

So anything you can do to help, be it big or small, I think he’ll appreciate you thinking of him

He’s a busy guy and it’s nice to have even the tiny things taken off of his list

Besides, the less he has to do, the more time you get to spend with each other

[robinasnyder]

So, Wrecker is easily my favorite character from The Bad Batch.

Recently, there has been super cute art of Lula and baby Wrecker. I love it. It's adorable. That being said, I have a very difficult time thinking that the Kaminoans EVER gave the young clones toys. I suspect if anyone got toys, it may have been Omega. She at least recognized Lula as a toy, and she recognized that a grown man having a snuggle toy is "funny" because it's an incongruous image. Adult men aren't supposed to have snuggles.

I love Wrecker! He has such a great personality, I totally love him. It's not even that he's just a big tough guy who's a softy. I just read him as someone who has sort of meshed his adult, blow things up personality with the part of him that was never allowed to be a child. (I also read him as being somewhere in the ADHD/Depression/Austim circle of symptoms that overlap so damn much. For personal reasons.)

I feel like Lula is as much a symbol of Wrecker's defiance of the normal clone mold as it is a comfort.

Lemme explain.

I would bet Wrecker got Lula on a mission. The white face just really seems to fit the way they paint armor. So I bet Wrecker got her as an adult, and probably early on in the missions. He keeps Lula in the barracks where there isn't a chance that it would get destroyed if there was an accident. He's so distraught when he thinks he had to leave Lula behind. He was desperate to find it.

Wrecker isn't shown to have other toys. It's just Lula, and she's so deeply important to him that the first episode showed multiple times how much he cared about his toy. That he allows Omega to handle Lula is a sign of how he cares about her.

This leads me to think that Wrecker, perhaps even more than a normal clone, was chastised for needing comfort. He's very hands on and physical with the BB, even of they're like Crosshair and clearly hate it. I suspect the BB are the only ones who accepted this part of Wrecker, even if some of them like Crosshair and Tech don't care to be touched like that.

The way it reads to me is this: Wrecker was punished and chastised in his child years for needing comfort. He was probably made fun of for his size and not being "as smart" as well. Needing comfort was probably one more reason he was seen as defective, until the Kaminoans (who I hate, but that's another post) found use for him. Then so much was focused on honing those special skills of his. Once he's allowed out and not under a supervision that can punish him for being himself, I bet his personality really blossomed. His joy and exuberance were given toward "wrecking" things. But he still has a part of himself that needs comfort.

That's where Lula came in. Lula is a toy, who won't get mad at him if he gets too snuggly. The BB don't care what he's doing, so those parts of himself so viciously pruned come out so strongly that he has this massive personality.

This really went off the rails, but in summary: I doubt the profit driven Kaminoans would allow the clones toys, or anything that isn't getting ready to fight a war. Lula's clearly a snuggle Wrecker finds comfort in and is deeply attached to. Therefore, Wrecker probably got Lula as an adult. Lula is a sign of the BB being a place of freedom in an otherwise contained upbringing.

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these are a lot but im very curious about them: mello/near, mello/matt, linda/near, misa/matsuda, L/naomi, naomi/pember, L/BB and A/BB? thanx!

MERONIA:

Haven't seen a lot of in-depth content that really explores this ship in ways that resonate with me, but I think it's one of the more potentially interesting ones in the series!

-Already answered for MattxMello 😁

LINDAxNEAR:

Cute and wholesome seeming, but without Linda being more fleshed-out in canon it's not something I can extrapolate upon much in interesting ways

MISAxMATSUDA:

Very cute in theory and I liked their canon chemistry with Matsuda's exuberant fanboying, though I don't see them having much of a long-term or meaningful relationship in any way

LxNAOMI:

Not for me.... Feels a bit too much like when a series will take an iconic unattached gay or ace seeming character like L and put them with a pretty nice girl romantically, which always used to make me really uncomfy and disappointed as a kid for reasons I did not yet fully understand 😅 I also just seem to find it really boring to ship Naomi most of the time, even though I love her too? The only ship I've ever found kinda fun to picture for her so far has been Halle, actually...

NAOMIxRAYE:

I mean, Raye def gives off some annoying "get back to the kitchen" vibes around Naomi, but she seemed pretty stoked about him anyway, so maybe it wasn't all that bad? 😅

LxB:

I find this ship way funnier and more interesting than most people do, I think. I loved it almost as much as Lawlight back in the day, and I find it much easier to write than Lawlight as well

AxB:

I love it because I love B and all the angsty fluffy stuff you can do to him when you imagine him getting close to A!