#idk something about it.... brings me endless joy

[journey-to-the-attic]

As one of those acearo ppl who plays Obey me for... research purposes ig, I adore Ik's dynamic with the cast and how everyone here interacts with them so so much you have no idea. They're like our dumb distant relatives from overseas and Ik's our favourite baby cousin that we all want the best for. Barbatos is her weird uncle. Lucifer's her silly dad. Obvs it's lowkey my fault for getting into an otome but I do love getting all the dumbassery of characters through a lens that isn't romantic/shippy/etc for once lol

hehe i'm glad you like it here!!

[maximwtf]

“Forsaken talents.”

Kaveh x Reader

Words: 1770

Google Docs Pages: 3

Warnings: Established relationship, emotional hurt/comfort, a little corny idk leave me alone

Opening: Turns out your position in one of the biggest commissions you’d gotten wasn’t secured, and someone else got it instead of you. But thankfully you live with an artist who knows how it feels. 

AN// G/N reader. Not sure if I wanna start writing for Kaveh more, but let’s test the waters with this and see where it goes :”D Yuhh, also last of my "left these in docs to rot" fics, finished at last. I shall now disappear once more. Opening requests again too c:

“Forsaken talents.”

You were on the way back from an important meeting, it having lasted for hours. Or so it had felt while stressing how it would go. You’d been attempting to secure a spot in a commission that could have very well been considered the biggest one you’d been seen for. Having obviously been excited, yet scared. Telling all of this to Kaveh the night before, though hiding most of the fright you’d been dealing with concerning the final meeting. This would have been a huge step forwards in your career, only if it had gone according to plan. 

The company had already found someone more fitting to their idea, and due to that turned you down. Making you leave the building with mixed feelings. On top of all, upset. 

So you were on your way back home, defeated as ever. Feeling bad about having hyped up this possibility earlier, and having it end up like this. Not feeling so thrilled anymore. In truth, you didn’t even have the motivation to explain this all to Kaveh, when he’d ultimately ask how the meeting had gone. Because not only would you bring down the mood, but also have to relive the events of that day again. Somehow, the singular meeting had drained all energy out of you. 

As slowly as you had tried to walk, an all too familiar door was at last standing in front of you. For once, not bringing a feeling of comfort. But unease, knowing what laid behind it. The conversation you most likely had to go through or at the very least try to avoid.

Drawing in a breath, you mentally prepared for what had kept you on edge the whole way. Trying to stay strong enough to not just burst into tears at the very sight of Kaveh. Thinking of suggesting talking about the result of the meeting later that day. You had planned a lunch date with him way before this, not really wishing to be the one to bring down the mood just before it. That would most likely ruin the whole mood, adding on to the pile of thoughts already swarming your mind. 

Either way, if he asked anything about the meeting you could merely suggest hurrying to the restaurant. Hinting at the time, not having enough to discuss the meeting. 

Nodding to yourself before exhaling and opening the door slowly, stepping through the threshold. Hoping you could pull this off without ruining the mood. Or even worse, making him worry. 

You walked in, eyes spotting Kaveh on one of the couches. Hunched over, eyes keenly looking over something from a notebook. Clearly rather deep in thought with a new project. Seemingly working endlessly, which had been one of the reasons you’d agreed to going on the date with him. To get him to clear his mind for a moment before he’d ultimately go back to working on whatever he had undone. Seemingly there being an endless amount, not that it hadn’t been the same for you at certain points. 

After a brief moment you walked up to him, greeting him with an awkward sense of joy. “Which project is this?” You asked right after, eyeing the sketches and notes in front of him. But Kaveh didn’t seem interested in answering, sensing something wasn’t quite right. His gaze moved up to you, “is everything alright?” He asked, a curious but gentle look on his face. But to which you replied by shaking your head, “nothing serious, I promise. Just something bugging me about the meeting.” Trying to dodge the question to the best of your efforts, passing the topic on. But that hadn’t seemed to do the trick, seeing as he’d taken a light hold of your hands. Only now noticing how they’d been fidgeting, the contact with him making it stop. “Come on, you know that didn't sound convincing at all. I can tell when something's bugging you. Spill it.” He asked, looking up at you. Feeling awful about pushing him away gently before placing your folder on the table. Swearing in your mind you’d felt his eyes follow you, clearly confused and a little irritated with how little you were letting him know. 

Needing the moment to end, you turned to him again. “Could we go have lunch first? It’s not that big of a deal, you know how some clients get… And if I explain the events of a multi hour meeting now…I doubt we’ll make it to our reservation, no?” You said, cringing a little at the excuse. But it seemed to have worked. Making Kaveh go quiet for a moment, clearly contemplating if that was the right course of action. But at the end giving in, accepting the suggestion. 

Joining you a little hesitantly, clearly something on his mind now as well. “What?” You questioned, seeing him frown before sighing. “But you’ll tell me when we get back?” He asked, looking rather hopeful up until you sighed. “Please, I just don’t want the plans I suggested force you to leave if you’re not feeling up for it.” He added, walking behind you to the door.

Giving him another firm head shake you opened the front door. The fresh air feeling a lot easier to breathe than the one inside. “We’ll see about that after…come on.” You reached for his hand, not wanting to dwell on this for any longer. 

Throughout the lunch Kaveh kept exchanging looks with you, making it quite clear to you that he was eager to hear what had happened. And you couldn’t lie, you didn’t enjoy yourself as much as you would have hoped. The events of that day playing at the back of your mind. Making you chat with him less than you usually did. And each time you did reply to him it was almost awkwardly visible you didn’t wish to be out in public.  Not making it hard for him to be well aware the meeting hadn’t gone well, able to guess the outcome. 

Arriving back home, you barely had time to settle when he asked again. “Come on, are you feeling alright? And if you’re not, that’s okay, but tell me.” Kaveh almost whined, bothered by not being able to do anything to help. Seeing an opportunity to for once be able to help you in return for all the care you’d provided for him. “Like you said, I know how some clients can get,” he chuckled after. Waiting for you to respond for a moment, but seeing as you stayed silent, he continued. “So maybe this time I could help you, hm?” The offer clearly loaded with the expectation that you’d finally spill what had happened. 

You bit your lower lip, weighing our options. Soon enough, a sigh escaped as your shoulders dropped. A burning feeling at the back of your eyes as your guard was slowly shattering in real time. Finding it hard to recollect yourself by that point, merely staring right back at him as the first few tears welled up. Sniffling for a moment until you ultimately saw it best to walk up to him before breaking down any further. To which he responded, wrapping his arms around you before the more broken sobs escaped. 

You allowed yourself to cry against him for a moment, slowly starting to explain. “They let me present what I had planned…A-and…” You sniffled, raising your chin to his shoulder. “By the end of the meeting…they told me based on today, they…they had someone more suited for the work.” You sobbed out the truth, pent up frustration shown in a rather raw form. But it felt right, the meeting having left you feeling rather worthless. 

Kaveh cupped the back of your head, feeling your hands gently grip the front of his shirt. Desperately wishing to fix this. "You know how talented you are, right..? Their decision doesn’t show the worth of your skills and time. And..there’s other clients out there who’ll respect you way more.” He explained, guiding you to look at him for a moment. “Plus, maybe it’s good they dropped you. If they couldn’t even see the genius you are.” Kaveh tried to smile carefully, attempting to bring the mood up a little. 

You sniffled, freeing one of your hands to wipe some of the tears away. “I know…but I was almost certain the spot was locked. But then it got cancelled..just like that?” You shrugged, an upset frown forming on your face. Feeling Kaveh gently ruffle your hair, though seemingly making sure he didn’t mess it up. “Hell, I bet they’ll regret letting you go soon enough? And I’ll laugh when they’ll come back begging for you to work with them again, hm?” He said, smiling at the small laugh you let out through the sniffles. Biting his cheek when you leaned in to press a few kisses along his jawline. “We can laugh at them together.” You said, feeling a little better after telling everything to him. 

Kaveh smiled at the statement, pulling you back against him, pleased to see the mood get better. Prepared to rub it in their face if the company came back, but not daring to say it out loud. Assuming you had thought he had been joking, keeping his actual plan a secret for now. 

So instead he let his hand caress the back of your neck, placing a kiss to the top of your head before releasing you from the embrace. 

You lifted your head up a little to see him while wiping your eyes. A faint red on your cheeks and eyes, sniffling before speaking up again. “Thank you,” you whispered in a voice filled with emotion. Grateful he’d been so willing to help the whole time, even when you’d effectively pushed him away multiple times. “You have so many things on your shoulders too, you didn’t have to.” Which was true in your opinion. You’d seen how hard he worked and yet, he was so willing to drop it all earlier to speak to you. Knowing he was always prepared to do that for anyone he cared about, which never failed to amaze you. 

Kaveh smiled while looking down at you, hands still gently at your hips. Barely holding on. “No need to thank me, really. You’ve helped me… What? About a dozen times in the past. I owe you if anything.” He chuckled, tilting his head. “And even if I didn’t…what kind of a person would I be if I let you sit this over alone, hm?” He hummed, joyed to see a familiar smile back on your face once more. 

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

🍫 - Send a compliment to one of your favorite creators from Navys All treats no tricks

Amber! You're such a strong person. I can't begin to tell you how happy I am for you to get a new kidney! I told my irl friends even how happy I am 🥰 while I love your Tika updates I must admit that I love your Curtis and Honey updates more 🤭 the way you write Curtis has set such high standards for partners for me 😅 also please give Tika some extra cuddles and kisses from me as thank you for taking such wonderful care of you 🥰

In addition to that I wanted to show my favorite writers how their works impact me and stay with me. So there's this kinda weird thing I do... I think about the layout of the characters living spaces a lot. (You actually know this because I showed you how I see Curtis house already) For the purpose of showing you how much I enjoy your work I drew how I see Honeys crappy apartment (that she should totally ditch and go move in with Curtis) 🥰

How did I not know about @navybrat817 all treats post? Tumblr not being nice, that's for sure.

This made my day and I was all blushy and my heart did the whole squeeze of utter affection. I thank you so much! The transplant has been such a journey and that support and encouragement has meant EVERYTHING to me. This was such a huge chapter in my life and sharing it with all of you was scary, but I'm so glad I did.

I'm giving Tika all the cuddles and love from you, she's happy to get all the extra cookies possible. So she thanks you too. 🥰

I'm always surprised (and idk why) whenever someone tells me how much they love Curtis and Honey, it really started out in a quest for me to live out my own happy fantasy and to give Curtis something he so rarely gets. It brings me endless joy to know that they live in other people's hearts too.

I know we discussed Curtis's home set up (I gotta find those messages again, your vision for his house was so good) and Honey's sad little apartment is making me have heart eyes cause Peter the Spiderplant has his own little place on the map!

Wanna see my own Peter Parker Spiderplant? (He gets three names cause three pups were planted in the pot 🤣)

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

from the ask game!! what fascinates you about humanity?

My dear Fox, this is an excitingly impossibly huge question to answer but I will say. soap bubbles. like......... hhhhhhh I'm torn as to whether I should explore this from the beginning or the end but like

children love playing with water & bubbles (adults do too but I digress), & I was thinking the other day abt those little bubble-blowing tubes u can buy at any dollar store — hours of fun from something as simple as soap & water!! & how probably for centuries, mums & aunties & grandmas have been amusing children with suds & blowing soap bubbles for them in the course of laundry work.

it's such a unique form of play in that probably for a long time it was always a by-product of a household task, not a specific game like chase/hide & seek or a specific toy like a doll/ball. but it is a specific toy now!! staple of parties & summers!!

so like...who first thought to make it a Thing? who thought to pull it out of being an aside & into the focus of a toy shop shelf? who saw their child so amused by blowing bubbles while washing their hands, something I myself used to do even as a teenager, & thought to make this a portable experience?

that part of humanity — our endless capacity for play & fun, & our persistent potential to prioritise it, whether realised or not — is what fascinates me

idk bubbles are just such a pretty transient simple harmless thing but they bring so much joy ;-; like seeing bubbles in places where u least expect them is

actually post cancelled. what fascinates me abt humanity is this thing I just drove past on the side of the highway

[dre4ml4nd-st4rlight]

I love romanticizing my life. I love that all my plans for the future include me just being happy and enjoying stuff. I love that I don't feel the pressure to have kids or have some amazing successful career that pays a lot of money and is socially acceptable. I love that I get to play with my gender and identity and expression as much as I like. I love that I get to buy cute clothes and decorations and treat the world around me like a playground and canvas for creation. I love that I get to enjoy and experience. Theres a quote that- sadly- I think is from Kamala Harris (don't take this as a political post btw don't bring politics here that is n o t fun romanticizable for me rn also if you can't tell idk how to spell romanticizable) but it goes like "You are everything that came before and more" or something like that and I love that. I love that I get to learn about everything that has happened and I get to use our endless amounts of history to build forward and create more. I love that I get to go forth in my life and just exist to create what I want and live happily in a fun way, I love that all my goals are centered around bringing or finding joy for myself and other. I think we all need to love and appreciate what we can do for our lives.

[daisynik7]

♯ 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊. by @/jabamin | [nanami/ fluff] this is one of those fics that just makes me love fluffy and kind of domestic settings, especially with a character like kento because man can’t catch a break actually 😭 but for some reason, this fic has been one that gave me a palpable sense of comfort in his comfort and relief, is that crazy idk?

if i could bring you anything, i swear to god i'd bring you peace by @/haikyuuhoo| [geto/fluff] i know my pretty wife is keen to nanami, but this is such a sweet geto fic i simply couldn’t keep this to myself!

nanami’s gym routine by @/callm3senpaii (deactivated) [nanami/smut] lastly kind of a curveball 😭 but i just thought about this post you made in response to this fanart of nanami lifting weights and this just further confirms your genius brain

how it'll be by @/kentomilk | [nanami/ fluff]

so i've been contemplating this since it was posted but this is something i wrote and published and have been debating how to bring it up to you, which should've been easy considering how supportive you've been but anxiety lol 🥲 truth be told you are a key figure in inspiring me to write this because of the fanart of nanami shaving you tagged me in :)

if this is something i continue i'd definitely seek to fine-tune and calibrate my writing style so it's not just word vomit 🫠

but i'd like to thank you for tagging me in that which kickstarted me actually writing and not contemplating as well as for your endless kindness and support of course 🥹

as for my wishlist, i have no preferences! whatever you want to boost/ promote I'm open to it regardless of fandom/ character if you're up to that! 🫶🏼

thea. THEA!!!! I'm screaming, I'm YELLING! I'm going to read and reblog every single one of these fics, thank you so much for participating in the fic swap. I am SO EXCITED to read each and every single one of these, and I am especially excited to read your fic! thank you for sharing, I am thrilled to know that you are writing now and I want you to know that I will continue to be your biggest cheerleader. AHHHH I'm gyrating in my seat, this is the best thing to come home to!

OKAY, enough of my screaming. here are some fics I'd like to recommend to you! I'm going to give you a little bit of everything, so hold on to your damn horses, here we go:

Attack on Titan:

DTF Only by @/mochimooon (nsfw) - this is a completed series and every single part of this is a BLAST. It features a different aot man in each chapter and mochi writes each of them SO WELL. It's smutty, delicious, laugh out loud funny, our reader is fabulous, and just an utter joy to read. Highly recommend! Mochi is a fantastic writer, please go check out their other works in their masterlist, each one is a treat.

Gossip! by @/bloompompom (Eren x f!reader, nsfw) - another fantastic series that is on-going. I think you may be following her already, but if not, bloomy is an incredible writer and I recommend each and every single one of her works (binge her entire masterlist whenever you can, you won't regret it)! This series has me by the fucking THROAT. It's rockstar!eren x pop star!reader, enemies-to-lovers, need I say more? I don't want to give too much away because I think it's better if you just read it for yourself, but I am in LOVE with this series. Constantly on the edge of my seat, salivating for the chapter!

method acting by @/seeingivy (Eren x f!reader, sfw) - yet another fabulous series by another fabulous writer. ronnie always amazes me with her talent. it's an actor!au (can you tell I love my aus?!) full of angst, drama, FLUFF, everything you want in a series. I absolutely love the world-building in this. When you get a chance, please do check out her masterlist because it's a goldmine full of treasure.

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Office Crush by @/todorosie (Choso x f!reader, nsfw) - CHOSO CHOSO CHOSO!!! I love this fic so much, I cannot stress this enough. He is so shy and sweet in this. And I love our reader because she is gentle with him. This is peak romance, it seriously made my heart flutter when I read it. also, spoiler alert: car sex 🤭. IT'S A MUST READ. You may be following her already, but if not, check out Sorin's other works because they're all spectacular.

I mean, I could go on and on with other recommendations, but these are just a few that come to mind that I think you'd enjoy! also, shocking, but I didn't include any Nanami bc I'm trying to change it up a bit lol. Also, apologies if you've already read these!

love you thea!! ♥️ thank you for participating in this!

nikki's first annual fic swap!

[rriavian]

hello op i hope it brings you some joy to heard that i just discovered your fics today and has already devoured like 80% of them all. it's 3am and i'm procrastinating on everything in this life but i Need to let you know

ADVGAJEAIEKBDHAHUUFHRKFG THEY ARE SO GOOODDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

i'm a total newbie to the sandman fandom (just over a week i think) but i have not read such enticing depiction of dream before as those in your fic omggggggggggg (like just a being experiencing worldly exp from, the left, i looooovvveee him like that, sorta like spock if you get what i mean. i'll need to get Your dream out of my head before i can read other fanfics now i think)

and like, not just dream but also depiction of sub roles like that before

i don't read d/s much because the dom behaviors are usually ok but sub are usually too much for me (my uncomfortable relationship w showing vulnerability me think)

but your fics! omg i love love how he 'acts' submissive for cori, because he holds incomprehensible powers and 'letting himself go' like that is no hair off his head. like idk idk not lucid enough to express this but woooo. like it allows me to see how the one being submissive can hold just as much power in the scene as the dom and it makes so much sense now.

bottomline is, i love all of your fic so much gaaahhhhhh thank you for blessing the fandom w them!!!! hope all good things happens to you and have a nice day!!!!

(if i can stop procras and get my stuffs done, and then my head no longer feels like cotton i'll prolly send a more coherent rant. hope i don't sound rude up there or anything.)

<3

This brought me so much joy to read!! I am so so happy that you’ve been enjoying my fics!! I procrastinated many life things while writing them so definitely understand the distraction

Welcome to the fandom! I hope you’re enjoying it all so far <3 I’m so happy that you like my depiction of Dream…he’s very special to me and I try very hard to write him well. The ways in which he experiences the world are always fun to explore, and I wanted to make them distinct from how human characters are written to be as accurate as I could. The Sandman does a great job of showing the possibilities of how the personification of dreams might experience existence.

It’s one of the things that really pulled me into the show. Dream’s nature as an Endless always really compels me!

I have a similar feeling towards d/s, because I find that as a dynamic it can feel very unbalanced. Very much personal preference but...I think I tend to dislike the binary of it? It can feel too easy. There’s a trend where d/s seems to divide certain traits into a strict definitions as if they will always mean the same thing. It then applies those definitions to characters that are seen to match. I have trouble enjoying that. Maybe it’s because I don’t like how showing vulnerability/allowing vulnerability/giving up control is often implied to be intrinsically submissive.

Just reminds me of some of the ways society views expressing emotions, or even expressing a need/want. Certain types of expression/needs are determined to be strong, and others weak, and I see that reflected in d/s quite a lot. Personally I find something icky about it.

Part of the reason why I started writing for this pairing was to explore the complexities of these dynamics. Yes Dream might take on the more stereotypically ‘submissive’ role when I write sex, but why do we think that its submissive? And does it really mean that? If not then what can it mean? I really like to challenge the idea that it’s a position without power :) And also! I like exploring what a being like Dream gain could from it? What could his interest be?

Dream likes to challenge the Corinthian’s view of submission too. And they both like to play around with potential meaning while being well aware that it’s a game between the two of them. Sometimes the Corinthian finds that frustrating, but he also plays the game as much as Dream does :)

I hope this makes sense! I wrote a post about power dynamics within my writing ages and ages ago that probably explains some of this a bit better (been meaning to update my pinned post to link to it for a while so will dig it out!).

Ok this got super long but ahhh I'm just so humbled by your words! Thank you so much for the ask!! Please feel free to send another if you would like to (no pressure if you don't though!) <3

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it’s so funny to me when you see a tiktok and scroll down and see another tiktok that’s very obviously plagiarized like word for word for word

[senpiecakes]

A Love Not Meant to Be: Zhongli Part 2

Notes: Part two! Idk i put my heart and soul into this fic for some reason. For compensation, I guess.

Summary: Right person wrong time basically + reincarnation.

Warning/s: Angst no comfort, a lot of lore spoilers

Theme/s: Angst, no comfort, angst tropes.

Trope: Right Person, Wrong Time/Immortal x Mortal

(PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE listen to Glimpse of Us by Joji while reading)

Parts: Part 1, Part 3 (end)

“I… I can’t.” Was all you said. “We can’t, Morax.” Zhongli’s smile drops, not into sadness, but a sort of irritated frown as he stands to look at you clearly. He never expected you to reject him. He always got his way with the humans, with him being an adeptus after all. He couldn’t understand why you would be able to reject this form of regard from him.

“Why not?” He prods.

“You’re an adeptus, I’m a human. Your adeptus companions will always be on our tail. They won’t approve.” You reason as Zhongli only laughs.

“Then I’ll disguise myself better, they won’t bother us and you’re wonderful. They’ll love you.” You shake your head and look away, panic setting in your chest as Zhongli follows you.

“We can’t, Morax, not like this.” He notices your discomfort, the fear in your eyes and the way your lips are pursed as you try to make yourself seem as small as possible. In this circumstance, you were. You were just a human in the presence of a god, rejecting their highest offer of admiration. You wanted to flee, but something about Zhongli’s gaze over you made you stay.

“I know that’s not the truth, Y/N. You know you can’t hide things from me.” He says. You close your eyes and adamantly shake your head. The truth is, you didn’t want Zhongli to suffer a pain you knew so well. The pain of grief and endless, bitter longing for someone who had already gone from this world. You knew better than to allow this type of thing to happen, but Zhongli carelessly allowed himself to fall, and you yourself had loved him too. You were initially glad to be able to help him learn the joy of living, but in the end, you fell for him despite the risks, the pain it’ll bring, the devastation the future will cause. Sometimes you wonder if think too highly of yourself to assume you would have such an impact that Zhongli would remember you for the ages- but when you saw the shine in his eyes as he lived each moment with you as if it were a thousand years, no matter how banal it may be… it was clear he held onto things tighter than he should.

“Tell me, do I irritate you?” He asks.

“What? No, of course not!” You argue. Zhongli wasn’t convinced.

“Then why won’t you accept my love? Am I not good enough for you? Would I have to be more than a god to appease you?”

“Morax, please…” you plead but Zhongli continues.

“Allow me to form a contract with you, Y/N, please. Just a promise to have me for a while.” He doubles down. “Why won’t you agree?”

“Because I’ll die!” You yell in frustration. Zhongli was taken aback as he stared at your wide eyes, chest heaving and shoulders shaking. “I am nothing but a mortal! I’m  just a human and I’ll die before you even reach a quarter of your life.” You say. Zhongli was quick to protest but you were quicker in your warnings.

 “What will you do if I’ve passed? Will you move on? Will I just be a lesson to you? An old fable to tell the masses? Will my entire identity surround you and would my life be nothing but Morax’s mortal lover? What happens if you suffer? What happens if you cannot move on? I don’t want to think I’m capable of that influence but I’m just warning you. I don’t want you to grieve for me for a thousand years into the future. You don't deserve that type of pain.” 

He stays silent. Zhongli, as knowledgeable as he was, never thought of what he would do if that were to happen. He forgets sometimes that you were unlike those he kept close in his circle- you were human while they were gods. They were blessed with longevity but departed prosperous and ancient- while you were born to live then die- a simple, transient existence meant to be lived by simple beings. You were, as anyone else, ordinary. You preferred it that way. You bore no special powers or abilities like he had and you would die in silence unless you made something of yourself to be remembered- but you were too important to Zhongli to be forgotten or treated as less.

“Then… I’ll remember you.” He said with confidence. “Only by me, I promise.” You scoff and shake your head.

“That will only burden you more. I’d rather you forget and live out your life right here and now. Erosion comes with a price, and to pay is to forget, but I’d rather your memory of me erode than for you to suffer the consequences of grief.”  You said those words with venom in your tone. “Besides, there are others better than me, they’re more memorable. More remarkable. I’m just a person.” You wanted to drive Zhongli away so badly because you were human. You knew to grieve and suffer the weight of loss. You didn’t want him to suffer the pain of heartache. Zhongli felt angry for some reason; he didn’t think that you would be so unkind to reject his confession. He never thought you brave enough. He understood why you were angry, but he couldn’t grasp why you didn’t set that feeling aside for him.

“You don’t know what’s best for me,” Zhongli spits out. His gaze scares you. He carried the gaze of a true adeptus- powerful and holding such might that it forces mortals to their knees. You were too fearful of yourself to be afraid of him however. You wanted to be selfish and have him leave you first, but he’s unrelenting in his pursuit to stay. As stubborn as you were, Zhongli was worse. 

“Oh believe me when I say I know what’s best for you,” You choke out. “Please, Morax. Don’t make this any more difficult than it needs to be. I love you, but I can’t put you through that type of pain.”

Zhongli notices your shaking shoulders and his look softens. You loved him- they love me. How selfless of you to think about him first. He holds out a hand to have you take it but you rush forward and bury yourself in his chest. Zhongli couldn’t help but relax, even as he felt your tense shoulders under his hands.

“I’ll bear through it,” Zhongli whispers. “For you.” He feels you calm down just a little, enough for him to be reassured that you wanted him to stay.

Zhongli loved you dearly. He never anticipated the day he would lose you. He felt as though time moved too fast for his liking, that one blink and you would be old and withered. Zhongli wasn’t used to this lifestyle nor routine. A day for him felt like a second, but when he started living with you, he wanted it to feel like centuries. He wanted moments with you to be longer, to have your entire being engraved in his mind with each interaction you share- whatever that may be- Zhongli needed to remember everything.

You knew the question was coming. He always tried to sit you down for a conversation but always backed out at the last minute, chalking it up to some menial chore or some ‘other’ thing he needed to do. You’d observe this clueless mountain of a man sheepishly asking the couples of your village for advice, his cheeks turning red as they’d tease him through and through. You’d see Zhongli tripping over things, his hands hiding behind his back as he hurriedly rushes past you and you’d catch a glimpse of parchment in his hands. You’d catch Zhongli hiding behind the doors of your bedroom, mumbling things about ‘life everlasting’ and the ‘highest contract’ he can offer to you. You knew well what this meant, and you were more than elated when it finally happened.

It happened at your favorite spot, of course, during the very early mornings this time when the sun barely broke past the mountain line. You and Zhongli treaded up the path laughing silently as he held you by your hand, a happy and excited smile on his face.

“What are we doing?” You laugh as Zhongli stands by the cliffside. He looked magnificent like this- like a true adepti, save the burst of red from his cheeks and the forced contained smile on his face.

“Y/N, I took you here on this spot, on this day… I’ll spare you the specifics because you know well that I am not very good… with these things.” Zhongli starts. You hold your breath as he looks at you and moves forward. “But I know too, more than anyone, that you can teach me how to be better with these things, and I want my stay with you to last longer.” You blink dumbly at his declamation and can’t help but laugh at his cluelessness.

“Zhongli, what are you trying to say?” You tell him, watching as Zhongli sinks down to one knee, presenting to you a ring forged from gold and amber, glimmering against the orange rays of the sun. And along with it, a piece of parchment ready to be signed by you. 

“I know the hastiness of this and it may be too much to ask of you, but I want this with you, and this contract will oust the one that we have made before.” He says. “I found myself to greatly enjoy the time I spent with you, and I want to prolong that as much as I can, but in order for that to happen, I wish to spend that time with you with an official seal to our relationship.” Zhongli hastily presents the contract to you. “So… if you were to agree, just- Y/N?”

You were staring at him, tears welling in your eyes. All the fears from before flooded through you, coupled with the joy and giddiness in this moment. You wanted to accept, to be with Zhongli till your end of days, but you were also afraid. Afraid of the future and the short time you had with him. But at the same time, you wanted to allow yourself to be happy, live the solemn life of your dreams with someone you loved- and Zhongli loved you unconditionally. 

“Here’s my final settlement with you, Morax,” You say. Zhongli listens, his gaze holding yours intently as tears stream down your cheeks. “I’ll uphold your contract,” He smiles warmly but you stop him. “If you promise me you’ll forget us, me, once I die.” He laughs at first, but when he sees your expression, your slumped shoulders and the way you wrung your hands together, Zhongli’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach.

“That’s… a little imbalanced, don’t you think, Y/N?” He chuckles nervously. “I mean… we’ll marry, I just can’t forget my lifelong partner.” You open your arms and Zhongli, through impulse, sinks right into you. “It’s unfair, it’s unfair.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call myself lifelong now can I, Morax?” You say, lifting his face up to look at him. There was a look of pain in Zhongli’s expression- furrowed brows, a deep frown, and beautiful eyes glazed over with tears. It was supposed to be a beautiful moment- his wonderful appearance against the bright glow of sunrise, and you looking as wonderful as he. But now you both were crying, too early in the morning. It hurt you to see him this way, his strength now gone and replaced by a desperate plea to the inevitable turns of fate.

“But why?” He asks you. “Why do you want this?” You hold Zhongli’s face in your hands and wipe the tears away from his cheeks.

“I don’t want to be remembered, Morax. I don’t want to be written into history nor stories as the human the Prime of the Adepti fell in love with. I've lived my whole life as a simple person with simple dreams, and I’m so thankful to have you in my life to fulfill that but please, please promise me you’ll forget. I want you to move on more than anything. I understand how hard that may be, but all I want is for you to be happy.” The sound of defeat in your voice was enough to bring Zhongli to his knees. Can you imagine that? A human, such as you, powerful enough to bring the Prime of Adepti to your feet. He hugs you by your hips and cries silently as you run your fingers through his hair. He can’t imagine ever forgetting you, let alone you commanding him to do so. But he loved you too much now, he loved you too much to protest. Wordlessly, he nods and you sink down to the ground with him. Placing a gentle hand on Zhongli’s cheek, he melts into your palms and tries his best to atleast have this feeling engraved in his mind. 

“At least allow me to remember you,” He cries, pressing a kiss into your hands. “I and I alone. Please let me remember, I’ll suffer for your sake.” You shake your head defiantly but Zhongli only kisses you, holding your shaking body in his comforting warmth.

“You won’t be happy, then,” You say.

“I’m happier with you in my mind.” Zhongli responds. “Please, at least let me have this.” 

“And how will you move on?” You ask. Zhongli shakes his head. “How will you pass the time?”

“I don’t know.”

[4dtk]

NCT DREAM: s/o likes using expletives/sounds while doing mundane tasks

anon: “hello! Can i ask an nct dream reaction to their s/o making lil sounds. I have a habit of making sounds when moving, for example when i scoot over to someone i’ll make a sound like “chukuchuku” and when i jump off a couch i’ll say “pong!” or “weee!” tysm!!” hi anon!!! so glad you decided to request! haven’t written for nct dream for a hot minute so i hope it’s okay!!

i used a lot of laugh/laughter/smile in this one LOL SORRY ABOUT THAT ;; i’ll put it under a cut bc it’s really long!

→ MARK honestly i think mark would just giggle. definitely. that man’s giggle machine never runs out wtf. anyway, without fail he usually breaks into giggles at the sounds that you make. when he becomes used to it, he’ll just smile to himself and continues to do what he’s doing, knowing that you heard his noise of mild amusement. mark’s made it clear that he loves it, but sometimes he laughs a lot that you’re conscious of it. when you do get insecure about it he doesn’t hesitate to let you know that it’s one of his favourite quirks of you!!! i also can honestly see him taking inspiration from ur sounds to include as adlibs to his songs ngl LMAO. 

“yo… can you say that again?” mark says enthusiastically, bringing in his portable recording mic so he could take down your unique sound. you roll your eyes with a smile, pushing out a few more sounds that mimicked the one before the click on mic goes off. your jaw drops, “you didn’t tell me you were already recording!” that prompted you to smack him, causing the endless fit of a laugh-fest you always caught yourself in when you’re with mark.

→ RENJUN fond smile fond smile fond smile!!! renjun loves it when you exclaim out when you leave the couch or have to manoeuvre around something to get somewhere. he likes showing affection to you no matter where you phrase you exclaim, although it’s not that showy. if you happen to do your sound at the dining table some of the members will know for sure that renjun will take your hand under the table or wear a lovesick smile that all of them know too well. renjun has the sweetest words for days too looooord, only if you’re alone tho and wants to know more about your habit and how it came to be??? if that make sense!

the familiar grasp of his hand doesn’t faze you, shooting the man a sheepish smile over the table as you feel his thumb graze over your skin. “renjun, bro, i’m happy for you and all, but i think they can’t eat if their dominant hand is being held,” you hear haechan call out, making the table erupt into light laughter. renjun ignores him but fails to ignore the blush on his cheeks, threatening hyuck with a raised hand as a joke. he doesn’t care about the others, though, when he sees the wide smile on your face and feels the squeeze of his hand in yours.

→ JENO you know how he like has that “hhmnnnmh?” sound. idk how to explain it but the thing that he always does whenever one of the dream members do or say some weird shit. yea he’d do that. the first few times were out of genuine confusion, but as jeno became more used to your sounds and exclamations, he hummed out mostly as a reply to it. the atmosphere would go silent a little as he stares at you with his big, deer-caught-in-the-headlight eyes, and he holds that stare with you for a good 15 seconds LOL. def challenges you by wiggling his head around and then ending up tackling you to the couch or bed. if you’re sitting at a table the most he’d do is to probably land a kiss on your face after teasing you. mans just looking for an excuse to kiss you tbh.

“hhm?” jeno perks up to look to you, head tilted at an angle as you move closer to him at the dining table. his feigned surprise expression switches into a smile as he inches closer to you, ignoring your protests until there’s no more space left. jeno lets out a raspy laugh, lips coming into contact with your temple as the playful nature subsides.

→ HAECHAN the first time you do it, he lets out a dramatic gasp: hand to his mouth, jaw dropped etc. he’s a drama mama but you brush it off with a shove to his shoulder. hyuck def matches your energy like jaemin does but it’s mostly at the expense of his usual whines and pouts. you do it one time and the man does it ten times over. in no time he’s already cuddled up way too close to you with an arm around your waist and his head snuggled into your neck. he loves it when you say your phrases bc then he can exclaim something on his part like “very cute! but i’m cuter!” and you’d have to smack him or something. he dissolves into a fit of giggles along with the usual teasing, but other than that he likes communicate his fondness of your habit through physical touch.

moving around the project you had just bought wasn’t difficult but you couldn’t help the phrase that came naturally each time. “can you make that sound too when you’re riding-“ you don’t waste any time to land a mild slap on his forearm, gaining a laugh from your boyfriend who casually stated it during your movie night. your glare speaks tons, but haechan doesn’t care as he’s all smiles into your hair before continuing the movie. you, too, relax, knowing it was all fun banter that made your time with him all the more enjoyable.

→ JAEMIN oh my god jaem would match your energy 100%, even if the energy isn’t that high as he usually portrays himself in nct videos. with you, he’s a bit more reserved and kept to himself, but he likes it and you like it, too. when you’re moving past someone and make a noise he echoes you in the same manner you said it. and then the smile that comes after? omg 10/10!! beautiful smile!! jaemin just melts at your silly habit and the widest smile spreads across his face tbh. if you’re saying it while you’re alone with him i can see him just laughing and giggling at the words you manage to exclaim, cooing over how cute you are in his arms. jaem best boy

the ring of jaemin’s laughter fills your ears as your butt scoots closer to him, engaging him in the same fun sounds that you frequently make. jaemin repeats it in an exaggerated way, shooting you the biggest grin before pecking your forehead, “ah… why are you so cute (y/n)…” you easily nuzzle into his embrace, relishing in the warmth of his natural body heat and the arm around your waist.

→ CHENLE would counter your sound with a weird sound of his own. i know jaemin makes weird sounds but this man is on a whole other level PLSS. if you’re feeling playful you would reply and this feud of some sort would just continue until one of the other members ask you two to shut up, which would of course result in chenle’s recognisable dolphin laugh. even if you’re a little tired, i feel like the energy would still be up a little, so expect some prodding at your cheek or sides and kiss attacks from the mans. he would definitely coo, but not in the cheesy, cutesy way jaemin would. chenle has a more teasing and outgoing nature to him. it’s relentless and you’d have to stop him at some point but he’s making you laugh and having such a good time so you admire him instead.

the shrill sound fills your ears, responding to your phrase with one of his own. when you reply, he does it too, which prompts you to sigh in resignation at his endless energy. chenle catches on, but doesn’t press on further, instead entertaining you by giving you endless pecks on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. you name it. the laugh he had, now, was more muted, liking the way your sounds of mixed protest and joy meant the opposite, “hey stop! baobei, you’re messing up my hair!”

→ JISUNG the poor boy would jump a little, but he finds himself being able to connect your actions to the sound you would make. i think the only time he would be really started was if you exclaimed a new phrase or if the action itself takes him off guard. like almost colliding with him in a hallway or popping up behind the fridge. jisung would have the littlest hint of a smile on his face, although he tries not to show it that much. i feel like he also would chuckle to himself quietly. he likes the quirk a lot that he finds himself thinking about it from time to time and even picking it up for fun one day. it felt so natural to do it that he just started to do it, too. maybe not as often as you do though! he usually cringes at it tho LMAO he doesn’t know how you make it sound so endearing. his reaction would be also just be a moment of “omg that was so cute, i love them so much”

as you land on the sofa with a sound spilling from your lips, you don’t miss jisung’s flinch at your appearance. “that one’s new,” his eyes are wide, but it eventually melts into a smile. he naturally leans back as he accepts the defeat shown on the television screen, but you don’t miss a beat to snatch the controller from him, going ahead to play the game in his stead. as you curl up by his side, you quickly beat your boyfriend at the level as his arm curls around your torso cautiously. jisung can only smile in the moment, finding that it was reaching his ears when you tease him again about the easy level.

[fairycosmos]

i hope it’s fine to join in on the conversation since this topic is something i’ve been brewing over for a long time. ultimately, while i agree there are wonderful things to be experienced in life — certainly there have been moments where even i thought how lucky i am to be in that moment! — that doesn’t mean it’s worth the gamble. when you have a kid, you have NO idea what their life is going to be like, you’re just thrusting them into it. and i wish love were enough, but love can’t protect a person from life. kids whose parents love them still get cancer. people who were loved as kids and had great childhoods can still lose it all in adulthood or fall victim to heinous crimes. love can’t even cure depression (or any mental illness). i don’t think people who have kids have any ill intentions. i think they’re at worst ignorant (ie they don’t think about what they’re doing at all) and at best idealistic (ie they believe their love for their kids - which is a wonderful thing in itself, of course! - will ensure their kids have a good life). my prerogative is that i just can’t in good conscience make that gamble for someone else. sure, it might be sunshine and rainbows. it might be absolute hell though. or it might not be anything especially tragic, just one of Those Lives, you know. and i kinda like living now, honestly. i got pretty lucky with my partner and am able to work in a creative field. that means nothing to my hypothetical kid though! if they’re born, there’s a capacity for happiness, yes, but there’s also *endless* capacity for suffering. happiness has a limit - suffering really does not. if they’re not born, they can’t experience joy, true, but they also absolutely can’t suffer. and that seems like a fine deal to me. and also, i feel like a lot of parents get defensive about this because a world without their kids is unthinkable, so they feel, idk, that they would’ve robbed their kids of something had they not had them? i don’t know, but nobody’s sad about not being born. like, i didn’t care before i was born. experience is only possible to the existing and living, your hypothetical unborn kids can’t experience sadness over not getting to feel sunlight on their skin. but once they’re born, they can experience so much pain. they might not, but they could, and that, to me, is the whole point — not having kids is the safest way to ensure no further suffering. (also the state of the world isn’t promising and looking at any meaningful statistics is fucking horrifying so i don’t even think it’s an even gamble i think it’s like. playing russian roulette with five bullets. but that’s my personal pessimism tho)

omg you seriously put my own thoughts on this subject into words so perfectly it's a little insane. im worried that you actually live inside my brain and are controlling it lmfao like yes exactlyyyyy. this is the nuance that encapsulates it all for me and my own personal approach to parenthood as well. it's about the gamble in my eyes, too. you can take a massive risk and bring life into this world in good faith - but that's not going to mean shit to the traumatised adult you might get at the end of it, for whatever reason. and there are an endless list of reasons. it's like, a high probability even. it's great if people can live their lives on the premise of optimism but in my eyes i don't think the beauty of life negates the harm of it either. at all. like, be real. you could say for every bad thing that happens a good thing happens - but which generally lingers the longest, effects you the most; happiness or pain? which takes years to overcome, which feels permanent and substantial? it's so clear to me that playing god with a human being's life is a decision with massive stakes, with often unforeseen consequences. like you said, anything could happen but toil is guaranteed. it's hard work for both the kid and the adult.

i think parents are sometimes so flippant about the inevitability of suffering, and it's weird to me to just shrug that aspect of living off just because you did your best with your child or because there's been fun times, too. like you said, nobody grieves not being born, nobody feels cheated out of an existence they're not even aware of. we don't owe the world reproduction. it's all just common sense, honestly. to me the possibility of my kid having a consistently difficult existence (which like you said is not unlikely if you've ever uhh watched the news or read a single statistic regarding quality of life) is enough to turn me off the idea. the future's not exactly sparkling is it. people are so quick to label childfree people selfish but i think making that choice is the exact opposite in a lot of cases, though ofc there's nothing wrong with wanting your life to be your own anyway. ultimately when i'm questioned on this i just think to myself - sorry i understand the immense weight of a human life and of human pain i guess. sorry the game isn't worth it to me the way it is to you. you know?

[beskar-cowboy]

The Best Things Dwell Out of Sight

Part 4 of The Best Things Dwell Out of Sight Series

Summary: You catch an accidental glimpse of the Mandalorian without his helmet, his instincts kick in. (4.4k words) link to read on ao3 here

Warnings: NSFW, Mando is kind of mean, the helmet is off but its still canon?, PIV sex, rough sex, he low-key kinda threatens the reader idk, spanking, soft ending to make up for whatever the fuck i just wrote <3 

A/N: this series will be uploaded in a non-linear order! i realize that this way of doing things might not be everyone’s favourite so please let me know if you would like to be notified when all the parts are uploaded (linearly in my masterlist) <3

Perhaps swaddling the child to your chest on a desert planet was not the smartest idea. The heat was blistering, even though you wore less layers than usual. Just a tank top, some utility shorts and a blaster holstered to your thigh. And the baby of course, who had not stopped babbling since you left the ship, the only thing distracting you from this damned heat.

You could only imagine how Mando was feeling underneath all that beskar as he walked alongside you in silence, only stealing glances every now and then, as he usually did.

Even after travelling with them for half a cycle now, Mando still withheld so much from you.

Even after the two of you slept together for the first time, after some close call on some jungle planet, he still retreated into his usual silence.

But there were more gentle touches now, more lingering hands, more helmet tilts, but he still hadn’t let you in. You were okay with that, you knew that this was what he was used to, so you didn’t think too much about it.

You let him take what he needs without asking too many prying questions. If you were being honest, you liked the way he used you, you liked how he took it out on you, you liked how rough he got, how possessive, how starved he could be.

It had only amounted to a couple of times over the last month but… but you loved it. You looked forward to it, you thought about it, dreamt of… dreamt of him, of Mando, inside you, above you, under you-

Mando squeezed his large hand around your bicep, breaking you from your thoughts before nodding to you, then he departed. Off to meet with… whoever.

You stayed in the market and bought stuff for the ship.

Some new screws and bolts for parts that were missing or had to be fixed, food rations, dried meat, fruits that you knew Mando was fond of, some weird, shiny little trinkets the child seemed attracted to, and a new bar of soap. You had just finished the last one a few days prior.

After buying the necessities, you wandered around the little market with the child, bouncing him up and down against your chest and talking to him softly. He was very responsive today, not seeming too bothered by the heat thankfully.

But the sun was high in the sky, most likely at its peak, and it was unrelenting. The desert environment of the planet gave way to little shaded spots so you looked for water instead, finding a little mist station where children laughed and played. You ran through it a few times with the child, he screeched with joy.

On your last run through the mist, you caught sight of Mando approaching the two of you again.

That saunter… the way he walked was so intimidating, so sensual. You couldn’t help but let a shy smile stretch across your face at the people who cowered away in fear of the bounty hunter.

You made sure you had all your things in your sling, checking to see that the child hadn’t dropped his new toy and then you were off, heading back to the ship.

The walk felt longer now due to the long exposure you both had in the sun. Mando seemed to be trudging along just the same as you, profusely sweating and in desperate need for some water. And a shower.

Mando opened the hatch and you both stumbled inside, dropping your bags and untying the child from your chest where he had left a giant sweat stain from how tightly he had been pressed to you. Suddenly aware of how sweaty, sticky and disgusting you must seem, the only thing on your mind was a shower.

“I got you some Meiloorun, they seemed ripe.” You smiled at him as you gently placed the child on the floor of the Crest. He waddled towards his father, trying to show him his new toy.

“Thank you, that’s very kind.” He said in your direction, that deep modulated voice making you shiver. He seemed hesitant to look away, but picked up the child regardless, letting him show off his new shiny thing. Mando took it into his hands, playing with him, you smiled fondly.

“I’m going to go take a shower if that’s okay? To cool down a bit.” You’re not sure why you felt the need to ask his permission after all this time but you still felt the need sometimes. Maybe he would want help putting the stuff away that you had bought, maybe he wanted you to help with the child or something? You just couldn’t help the way your mind only fixated on the sweat and grime sticking to your flesh.

“Of course.” Mando nodded. You nodded back, turning on your heels to head into the ‘fresher just around the corner in the low cabin of the Crest.

You leave the door open, you think you don’t mind Mando seeing you if he decides to look or happens to catch a glimpse. Even though he’s never taken any of his armor off (besides his gloves) for you before, he’s seen every single inch of you.

You quickly peeled off your damp clothing, turning the water on and making sure it wasn’t too cold but cool enough to relax your heat exhausted body. You stepped in quickly, eager to cool yourself down.

You visibly relaxed as soon as the water hit your burning skin, your shoulders sagging, a sighing escaping your lips. You dug your fingers into your own flesh, trying to knead the tender muscles which strained under the weight of the child and the supplies. It wasn’t much but you still ached, the heat had definitely contributed to that.

Supplies… your new bar of soap! You had been excited to use it but completely forgot about it the second you returned to the ship, mind wiped blank by the desire to rid yourself of your dirty clothes.

Suddenly thankful you left the door to the refresher open, you stick your head out from behind the curtain and call for Mando, wondering if he could retrieve the sparkly blue soap bar for you.

Instead of being met with an empty doorway, you’re met with something else. And it’s as if the world moved around you in slow motion, your emotions moving over you like molasses.

First, confusion.

Hair. A head full of light brown, golden hair. It curled near the ends, into little wisps. It couldn’t be-

No. That couldn’t be Mando. It was as if your brain refused to acknowledge the shiny beskar that sat underneath that head of hair, refusing to realize it was the tin covered man you were looking at.

Second, curiosity.

Your eyes scanned over his head, taking in the way the bathroom light shined over his hair, making it reflect all different shades of brown and caramel.

It was now that you realized that his head was turning, that’s why the light was bouncing off it so dynamically.

His head continued to turn. An ear.

Third, shock.

It was only when you saw the sliver of skin, the shell of his ear, the inner workings of the intricate cartilage, and the profile of his supple cheekbone that you let out a startled, and perhaps unnecessary, shriek.

Your hands flew up to cover your eyes, to shield them from the forbidden view. You turned back into the shower, facing the wall, away from Mando.

He saw more of you than you had of him. He saw the way your chest heaved, the way the water flew off your body as you twirled to face the tiled wall of the shower, away from him. He watched the water hit your back-

You had seen him. Or at least, that’s what he thought.

He hated the way his instincts kicked in. He hated the way he was trained to kill whoever saw him, whoever looked, whoever dared unmask him.

Almost innately, his hand reached for the light switch, plunging the refresher into darkness as he stalked towards you, pressing his hand to your head and pinning you against the cool tile of the shower forcefully and efficiently.

Mando’s body followed suit, bringing both of you underneath the steady shower stream, pinning himself against your backside. The cold bite of his beskar in contrast to the cool water making you whimper, the force of his hand pressing your cheek into the wall made you see stars behind closed eyelids.

“What did you see?” He asked, voice gruff, strained, unmodulated.

Fuck.

Of all the months you had spent aboard the Razor Crest, living with him, fucking him, you had never heard his voice without the helmet, without some sort of barrier. You regret the way it made you moan, how easily he could make you melt.

“N-nothing, I didn’t-”

“What did you see?” He pressed onto your harder, with his hand and his body weight, pining you completely to the wall, making you at his mercy. You cry out at his cold touch, at his harshness. Mando had been frustrated, even angry, with you before but now… now he was about to truly end you.

But all you could think about was how beautiful his real voice sounded. It always sounded beautiful to you, from the moment you met him, it had made you weak, but this… this was unlike anything you could have imagined.

“Hair,” you cry, unsure if you were truly crying or if it was just water from the endless stream running above both of you now. “I s-saw your hair, your ear… I-I’m sorry-” You hiccup, trying to regain your breath and not inhale too much water as your chest heaved.

Without the helmet Mando was quickly realizing that he could genuinely hear you for the first time, your trembling voice ringing through his ears without being slightly distorted by the helmet’s filters. He could….

He could smell you too. The sweet scent of your skin, of your wet hair tangling in his fingers as he continued to hold you in between the tiles and his unforgiving beskar.

You… the sight of you pinned against him, your wet skin, water dripping down your flesh in rivulets, your whimpers, your cries, your tears, the way your eyes closed, the way you kept them closed even now, drowning in darkness, your cheek flush against the tile.

Completely at his mercy.

You weren’t even fighting him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, leaning his forehead against your temple. You whimpered at his sudden movement, so on edge.

You knew he was trained to kill. You knew what happened to people who even attempted to look at him. You had seen it, you had been there when it happened once, ignorant vendors trying to taunt him, trying to tease the Mandalorian. How stupid they were, now dead somewhere in a ditch. Would he do that to you? It would be so easy for him...

Mando wondered if you could see him in the darkness as well as he could see you. He knew you couldn’t, the lack of windows deprived the room of any light sources. Luckily, his eyes were trained and used to harsh environments, low visibility. Luckily, he could see you trembling against him.

He removed his hand from your head, sliding both of his hands now to hold your hips, digging his blunt nails into the flesh, leaving crescent moon-shaped indents behind. You yelped at the sting but didn’t pull away. You liked it.

“I’m sorry-”

“Stop talking.” He growled and you bit your lip, unaware that you had opened your eyes due to the deep, dark abyss you had been plunged into.

You could truly not see a thing. All your senses became focused on the way Mando touched you, the way he’s wedged you between the wall and himself, the death grip he had on your hips, the way his breaths came out quickly and evenly onto your cheek. He was breathing almost as hard as you were.

He nudged his nose onto your cheek and you nudge your cheek back onto him, trying to remind him that it was just you, that you’re not a threat, it’s just you, it’s just you, it’s just you.

This is The Way. This is The Way… This is The Way… This… is-

Fuck. You were distracting him. Your little whimpers, the way you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. So willing, you were always so willing for him. So fucking easy and it drove him crazy.

His skin… it felt so good against yours. You had only felt the rough, rarely tender caress of his rough palms. Never of his face, his lips, his nose… You felt like you were being driven insane, you couldn't believe how close his unmasked face was to yours.

You could kiss him…

Mando continued to rub his nose against you, suddenly so lost in the feel of your skin against his. No one had ever been so close to him, so invasively close, breathing in and breathing out the same air, sharing. Feeling your eyelashes flutter against his own, your lips, open panting, swollen and pliant and inviting. He could… he could-

“Mando-”

You’re cut off by his hand suddenly slithering down your body and cupping your cunt. You gasp, unable to help the way your hips involuntarily rock into his hand, into his own hips as well, feeling a growing hardness between his legs.

You were hot, so, so hot down between your thighs. Slippery too, and Mando knew it wasn’t just the water. It was thick, sticking to his fingers, practically begging for him. Mando groaned against your open lips, both of you panting into each other’s open mouths.

“You... you fucking like this, don’t you?” He rasped, biting onto the side of your bottom lip. You whimpered, hips bucking into his hand again. What were you supposed to say? How were you to answer that?

Yes Mando, I like how fucking intimidating you are.

Yes Mando, I like how much bigger you are than me, how easy it would be for you to snap me like a twig.

Yes Mando, I like when you’re rough with me, I get off on it, I crave it, I-

“Fucking answer me.” Mando growls, latching his teeth onto your earlobe now. His hand continued to cup your sex, not truly going anywhere near where you needed him. You still couldn’t fucking comprehend that he was without his helmet, his face right next to yours…

“Yes!” You squeaked as his fingers brushed along the inside of your folds, parting you, dragging his fingers along the length of you, slipping through your sweet cyprine. You let out an unholy moan, so ashamed at how easy you were for him.

Mando kisses your ear, trails his tongue down your neck, collecting the water that pebbles down your flesh as if it were syrup.

This… is, The Way. This is- The Way-

His fingers brush up against your clit accidentally and you buck into him again, desperate for any sort of friction, any sort of attention he could give you.

Mando was trying to calm himself down. He had just been on the brink of snapping your neck and now he was overcome with lust, the desire to fuck you, stuff you full of his cock. The two extremes were dizzying, he felt drunk off of some fancy and expensive cider from some far off planet in The Core. But he supposes that’s just what you did to him.

Before he even realizes it, he’s unzipping his pants, letting the top fall undone and pulling his cock out, letting it rest against your backside. You bite your lip, trying to turn your head to look towards him but your eyes are unable to adjust, you feel as though you can see the outline of his face but… but you’re sure it’s an illusion of the dark.

“Please, Mando-” You weren’t one to beg, Mando wasn’t one to make you beg because he was always as desperate, always as pent up, touch-starved, hungry as you were.

When you two fucked it was never slow, never drawn out, never languid, luxurious. No, it was rough, mean, volatile, desperate and just fucking needy. You needed each other, and Mando fucked you like it would always be the last time, every time. Like he would never have you again, like he would never split you open again.

Mando shoves his entire length into you in one hard thrust, knocking the wind out of you from how deep he reaches so easily at this angle. He rests for a moment, savouring the way your pussy flutters and clenches around him from the sudden intrusion, trying to adjust to his substantial length.

His head pressed right up against yours, he can hear all the pretty sounds you're making, even over the loud patter of water against his beskar which begins to weigh him down from how soaking wet it's getting.

But Mando doesn’t care, he can’t, not when you’re whimpering for him in that pretty way you do, not when you clench so tight around him that he feels like he could cum without even having moved. You beg, you beg and beg and beg for him to move but he just closes his eyes and feels you pulse, hot and tight and snug around him with that perfect little cunt of yours.

You hadn’t seen him, he thinks to himself. You hadn’t actually seen him, he’s okay, it’s just you, it’s just you, it’s just you.

You.

Quivering at the end of his cock, moaning, grasping at the tiles, trying to find purchase on something, taking him all the way in like you always do, like a good fucking girl.

He hadn’t even realized that he had started thrusting, in and out with reckless abandon, bottoming out every single time before pounding back into you, making you whimper and cry.

“W-what’s my name?” He asks suddenly, pulling you from floating away towards whatever astral plane you were near close to ascending too, the one his thrusts were pushing you towards as he rearranged you from the inside out.

You had to think, you had to think of his name because your find was blank, he was fucking you dumb.

“Mando.” You whimper, closing your eyes and letting your head rest against the cold tiles, keeping your head turned so that he could keep his face pressed into your cheek, nose nudging yours, lips brushing but not kissing.

“No… what’s my fucking name?” He grits from behind clenched teeth, punctuating his words between harsh, unforgiving thrusts. You hiccup, unable to swallow down air properly as he fucks you into the wall.

His name?

What did he-

Oh.

His name. Mando had never told you his name, his actual name.

Was this a test? You shook your head ‘no’ as his arms wrapped around you, locking you in place as his ungloved hands came to grope at your breasts, using your own body as leverage to fuck into you harder. You let out a wanton moan, throwing your head back, letting it rest on his beskar covered shoulder. You turned your head and let your lips brush against his cheek but he turned his head too, lips brushing against his own and you both gasped and whimpered in unison. He seemed insistent on not kissing you, so you just went along with it, all your wits being literally fucked out of you.

“I-I don’t know.” You finally answered, your voice coming out small, between laboured breaths.

You didn’t know him, he thought. He still had something of his identity held in privacy, you didn’t know him, you didn’t know him.

“You don’t- you don’t know me,” He begins to say and it makes you cry, you cry against his mouth, your body shaking, bouncing against his, water beating down on both of you. “B-but you still let me fuck you like this, don’t you sweet girl?”

You scream. You scream when his hand lets go of your left breast only to come back down onto it, slapping the underside of the supple flesh. You wail and cry and moan the only name he’s ever told you.

Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando, Mando.

He grabs your jaw in one of his strong hands, angling your face towards his, a sight unseen.

“Answer me when I speak to you, cyar’ika.” He says forcefully, regardless of the nickname.

“Y-yes.” You choke out, trying to nod your head in his tight hold but you barely can. You were right on the brink, you felt as if he were to say one more thing in that deep, rough voice of his you would cum.

“Yes, what?” He grits, fucking your harder, moving his hand down to your neck and pushing you back against the cold tiles, making you yelp and cry for him, at the cool bite of ceramic materials.

“It’s c-cold, Mando.” You whine. He slaps your ass, his hand cracking down on your flesh, no doubt leaving a mark to find again tomorrow. You squeeze your eyes shut, bordering on overstimulation from his cock, his slaps, the water turning colder.

The ship never had a great water supply.

“Answer me.” He fucks you harder, faster, deeper, un-preciously and slaps your ass again, the other cheek this time.

“Y-yes! Yes I..I still l-let you… let you fuck me like this!” You cry and shake against the tile.

Mando’s arms quickly wrap around like they had before, hauling you back into his body. He snakes his hand down and rubs against your clit in fast, precise motions.

Almost instantaneously, your mind goes blank, your eyes roll into the back of your head. One of his arms wraps across your front, against your chest, holding your shoulder in a death grip, his other hand still working on your clit, his thrusts unrelenting as you cum and cum and cum around his thick cock.

“That’s it. That’s it... Good f-fucking girl.” He rasps, holding you tightly, thrusting a few more times before he empties himself inside you with a growl, painting your walls with him, branding you, owning you.

You moan at the sensation, the way his hot cum fills you to the brim before leaking out, back onto his cock and down the backs of your thighs. You both pant, your chest heaving in time with his as he fucks it back into you as deep as it’ll go, stuffing you so, so full of him. 

You keep your eyes closed, afraid of opening them, afraid he can see you even in this darkness. Even though you know he can.

Mando stays inside you until he’s softened, relishing in the way your pussy trembles around his girth, sucking him in as deep as you can for as long as possible.

When he eventually does pull out with a low growl, you hear him twist the knobs of the shower, the water suddenly becoming warmer, heating your now freezing skin. All these temperature changes were making you feel light-headed, the rough fuck you just got from Mando not helping your case either.

“Wha-”

“Stay here, warm up.” Mando cuts you off, you hear him step out of the shower.

A series of loud bangs resonate throughout the refresher, making you jump. Only one thing could be that loud. Is he… removing his beskar?

“Mando-”

“You’re always so cold when we’re travelling… can’t believe you were taking a cold shower.” He mumbles to himself, you can imagine him shaking his head. You’re stunned honestly, at how much he’s talking, especially without the helmet, that fact alone still lost on you. His voice was so beautiful, you had thought it to yourself about a hundred times now since you first realized he took the helmet off.

You stand under the warm stream, your quaking shivers slowly dissipating. You feel his presence enter the shower again, this time you can clearly feel his body heat, more flesh. He’s naked.

Mando is standing naked with you in the shower.

You involuntarily step away from him but he catches you, his hand landing on your waist, his hand softly grasping the flesh there. Such a stark contrast to the way he just fucked you into oblivion.

He’s naked.

This man had never removed anything besides his gloves. Even when he fucked you, the armor stayed on. You’re not sure if it was an issue of trust or due to his boundaries or his Creed. But considering he almost just killed you for accidentally seeing his ear and cheek, and was now standing naked with you in the dark… well, maybe it was a bit of both. You were having trouble wrapping your head around all of this, nothing was making sense to you.

The hand on your waist pulls you closer to him, your chests and bellies bump together and you gasp. Mando is firm, you knew this but… but to actually feel him against you, well, you could cry about it honestly.

You felt uncertain about what to do with your hands, unsure if you were allowed to touch him but you tentatively lifted them to his chest anyways, letting them rest against his solid pecs. His skin was soft despite the random series of raised flesh that seemed to brand him, his scars. You don’t think you ever wanted to see someone’s scars, someone’s skin as badly as you do now. But you would right out ask for it, you couldn’t.

You felt Mando lift something to your skin, it was smooth as it glided along your arm, your shoulders, across your back. A fruity, earthy scent filled your nose.

Your bar of soap.

He must have grabbed it before he took off his beskar. You lean into him unknowingly, the hand at your waist moving to hold you against him more easily as he washed you. You let your face rest against his chest, the little spot where his throat meets his collarbones. He smelled like sweat, grime, gun powder, he smelled like Mando.

You pressed your lips to the skin, the skin you knew was tanned and rugged, worn down, tired, in need of more kisses than he would let you give.

At the gentle press of your lips, that’s when Mando speaks again. It’s so hushed amongst the falling water, you almost miss it, but the few words don’t fall deaf to your ears, you hear every letter, every syllable.

“My name...” You look up to where his face would be, trying to imagine what expression he wears as he speaks to you in the dark. Your forehead not too far from his lips, you can almost feel the ghost of them on your flesh. 

“My name is Din.”

[ikjun]

what about your moots w/ seventeen?

i am so glad i got this omfg ...... let's go <333

@cheolgyu with s.coups: there is no one who is more supportive of cheol and all the hard work and endless drive and kindness he puts into his day-to-day (from what we see) and this is something i think he'd need and deserve around him 24/7. and dreamy deserves the same in return.

@kimsmingyu and jeonghan: while i would not wish to sit between ali and han when they'd be in the midst of a conversation or in the same room, i do think these two would move heaven and earth (and my self-deprecating butt) as much as their hearts would desire and make it work. the longer i think of this, the more perfect it gets actually.

@kimtaegis and joshua: yes, hello, annie, this is because you are the joshua in my life (as i am your jeonghan, endlessly annoying but very loving or so i hope). the two most gorgeous people with a scary level of presence to them, but also kind-hearted and a little evil if needed. they are like two evil besties with the biggest hearts in the world.@

@000png and jun: whenever i think of jun, i think of zero and vice versa. it is a similar relentlessly energetic and yet no-nonsense (gemini) vibe i get from them and i get the same from jun. i think both value communication and art as well as a fun and silly times. just feels natural!

@ohoshi and hoshi: there is simply no other answer to this question and it's bc i am also a gemini and say so. cora would tell hoshi to cut his antics one day or be smitten enough to join the other, and both is so incredibly valid and needed. and i'd love to be in the room for both. i also want to see you two dance together, so get on it, ok? horanghae <3

@julyprince and wonwoo: there is a lot of understanding here, i think. just a lot of respect for the other's space, which makes this all the better. wonwoo's water sign is a bit more unpredictable than madison's, but they both would make each other's moods work like a tide. not to mention that they are both visual artists that would probably work well together!

@suuho and woozi: would the universe implode? maybe mine would, idk. i am afraid actually that the strong sense of self on either of them would create a chemical reaction that alters reality. no, seriously, they would simply get each other's artistic aspirations as well as lay it on very cut and dry, which the other would get as well. also considering kaz is my woozi, he deserves to be w/ woozi.

@kveom and dk: lyns has such a vibrant but gentle energy and dk has such a vibrant but louder energy, and i think they both would keep the light in each other afloat while making up for what the other lacks a bit. just so, so much warmth and support here.

@wonwoosjeon and mingyu: mingyu needs someone to appreciate him or else he withers into a dusty plant (bc he is an aries) and i think vince has enough appreciation for mingyu to last a lifetime. i also think vince can outsmart mingyu easily, which is important to keep mingyu in check, and which would bring some fun to this duo!

@xuseokgyu and hao: minghao is definitely a tougher nut to crack, but belle has a natural appreciation for (his) artistry as well as the little things in life, which would probably strike a chord with hao. both of them seem to have an understanding to find the joy in details too, which probably gives room for lots of conversations and learning from each other!

@hyunsung and vernon: not only bc i know you have a soft spot for him, but vernon is also someone who reminds me of myself and you handle and get along with me with such ease and such care, i think it would be the same here. also you both are very attuned to your surroundings while just being so naturally hilarious and witty. it's just a vibe that matches.

@jaehyukkies and seungkwan: and when i will see you two in one room !!!! i think the lights in the room wouldn't match either of your energies. you both are so vibrant and alive but also so vigilant about not forgetting those around you, and i think you'd two just simple add to the other's strong presence in a room, which is incredible.

@gyukwans and dino: idk why, i just naturally gravitate to you when it comes to dino. (maybe because i have a soft spot for both of you.) lee and dino both have tons of energy and creativity and could probably volley ideas and thoughts back and forth with ease. they'd also crack each other up a lot, which is even better. both are two suns in one space.

[lansplaining]

Could you give your character song thoughts?

I'D LOVE TO

first things first, all of my opinions are owed to @hunxi-guilai's amazing translations, without which i'd have no thoughts

(the fact that i only entered this fandom just as hunxi was leaving is a source of endless sorrow to me but that's another point)

i find them SO fascinating as a piece of, like, semi-official meta, and i have so many questions about who writes these and how they're produced and how this tradition emerged etc. the fact that the actors don't speak in their own voices as the characters, but do sing as them!!! wild. i also know there's a lot of weirdness about, like, agents and studios dictating who performs on the album and who doesn't, but that's also a fascinating breakdown on a meta level.

but anyway, here are my top five, in track order:

Qu Jin Chen Qing: lyrically and musically this captures Wei Wuxian's energy so so well, and I think Xiao Zhan is not only probably the best pop singer in the cast, his voice really suits the character. I love the lyrics of both the Lan brothers' songs (especially Xichen's), but they both have these very breathy voices that I personally dislike, but also I think are so totally unsuited for the characters. get some baritones!

Hen Bie: The song (along with Xichen's) that epitomizes my questions about who writes these, and how much they can be taken as the actor or production team or whoever's view on a character. A song that says Justice For Jiang Cheng Stans as we imagine Jiang Cheng drinking alone at night being sad. Wang Zhoucheng clearly comes from a different vocal training than anyone else and he sounds great. That said, I wish they'd let him sing in the lower register that clearly suits his voice better, and I think could have been really fitting for Jiang Cheng as a character as well.

Qing He Jue: I've definitely seen meta about like... which of the Nie brothers is singing this? Or which verses belong to which of them? I don't particularly love the lyrics, but I find it fun to listen to. The really ballad-y chorus is great.

Gu Cheng: A slightly random one, maybe!! I really liked the sound of this one initially-- I find the harmony sections really pleasing to listen to in purely aesthetic terms. And then I read Hunxi's translation suggesting that the singers are A-Qing and Song Lan and the fact that THESE characters would get a song brings me SUCH JOY. There is something so haunting and perfect about them singing about Xiao Xingcheng rather than him getting to sing for himself, and also Justice For Song Lan and A-Qing, hell yes they deserve a song. As a semi-confessed Xue Yang-disliker (he's fine idk), I like the change of pace of a perspective on the Yi City arc that's purely Xiao Xingchen (and the singers') tragedy.

Duo Hen Sheng: I gotta. What a goddamn weird song. Musically completely different from literally everything else, lyrically fascinating in that it offers a way more complex accounting of Jin Guangyao's thoughts and motivations than the show actually does. Do we take this as the creative team tipping their hand about the perspective they couldn't include in the show? Or just a songwriter who needed enough narrative tension to sustain lyrics? Also there just aren't a lot of relatively high-tempo songs on the album, so I like the change of (literal) pace.

(The last three songs are all done by non-cast professionals, so obviously vocally they're all great.)

Honorable mention: Zui Shi Shao Nian Bu Ke Qi. It just makes me laugh. The lyrics are so self-serious, and I just picture the juniors absolutely going for it in some really dramatic music video whenever I listen.

[kuvvydraws]

Life for me has been utter shit - stuck with godawful lessons and a lot of tests, all the while having to worry about this group of mean girls who I offended a couple month ago and now have to constantly think about what I do because all it takes is one mistep and they go all snarky and stir up trouble by making baseless accusations - cause all it takes is one mistake to turn your best friends into utter bitches ((sorry for the language)) who constantly make it out to be that I’m always going out of my way to wind them up and harass them

And now I’m worried that if any of my other past mistakes come up that they’re going to make it out to be a big thing, and if they make it out to be a big thing then I just know it’s gonna reach the teachers who’re gonna make it reach home and then I’ll have to deal with the usual disappointment I get when I make even the smallest mistake, because everyone expects me to be this perfect little thing that cant make a single mistake, and if that happens I honestly don’t know how I’m gonna deal with it - especially if I lose my phone, as it’s like my only comfort source and tether to the things that actually make me happy.

And no I don’t mean that in terms of social media, I mainly mean that in terms of stuff like access to tumblr and my fanfiction - because as sad as it sounds they’re the only thing keeping my happy and keeping me going

I should probably talk about some of this with my counsellor, but then she’s gonna have to mention it to her superiors who’ll most likely make her tell my parents and I just don’t have the energy or will power to deal with that

So here I am, using anon on tumblr to rant at someone as sweet as you who’s probably just gonna get either super bummed out or kinda concerned which you shouldn’t be as I honestly don’t deserve anyone’s care or concern. I’m already a waste of physical space, no need to be a waste of someone’s emotional and mental energy as well.

Sorry. - 🦋anon🦋

((just to add a little bit of recognition in case I want to/need to rant again. Granted that’s good with you of course))

Alright so that's a lot, so I think I'm going to answer this under a read more and hopefully I can bring you some sort of comfort, as little as that may be

Before that tho, I know I'm not a rant/venting blog, but you guys can come do so in asks or DMS even if we never talk again. I rather lend an ear that have you with a heavy weight on your shoulders if I can help carry it.

ALSO

This is a self-deprecation free blog! Y'all are a fucking delight, and gorgeous inside and out and I'll frigging fight you if I must in order to seal that idea in your funky little brains! 🔪🔪🔪

School problems sound like a lot of stress rn (I'm guessing you're not in college yet, I don't have the facts tho), and those come in the source of social and study issues. To the later, I can only say that they will pass, they're temporary and they don't really matter that much as long as you manage the bare minimum to go on with your life plans (which is a ridiculous thing to say because I myself am 23 and I still don't know jack shit about anything, much less about life).

Your "friends", and this is the last time I call them that, are clearly not deserving of you, not only if they treat you that way but also because if you're so sure they're willing to use mistakes from the past against you, that means you kind of subconsciously understood they weren't that good to start with. To that I can only say that kind of gut feeling comes with age (I'm full of hateful advice tonight, sorry), and that those mistakes they'll make you face were things you did in the past you made being younger and less informed and "matured", and you should look at them with that gaze instead of beating yourself over them or letting them get to you (this is not easy, but you can do it 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻)

Idk how you school (again, guessing) works, but sure there is a tutor or someone you can talk with from the staff, a therapist they hire from time to time or, and I know you won't like this option, the counselor. Think of your mental health for a moment, please.

You're not a machine.

You are not a perfect thing.

You're human, and you're fallible, and weak, and you get tired, and you make mistakes. And that's okay.

And people around you have to understand that. They can't make you a puppet to satisfy their expectations because that's going to end up either burning you out or tearing you apart.

From here, and I clearly don't know all the details so please consider that too, I think you should sacrifice some of that untouchable image others have assigned on you that you use like a shield and show vulnerability, let an "authority" inform your parents that you do very much have a breaking point and you're reaching it and you need to breathe and exist for a second.

I myself got lost, quite purposefully, in reading and writing and art -and I still do- and consuming media as a source of comfort and familiarity that was, and still is, always reliable and endless.

I don't think there's a problem with that, so long as you keep it reasonable and don't get too lost in it. As we say in my country, "lo bueno, si breve, dos veces bueno" (I'll let you investigate that on your own 😉)

The main thing I get, and what I do all the time because it works for me like a clock, is a red balloon, meaning, hobbies. I like creating things -I like reading the most, honestly, but it's never as engaging as making your own stuff. Write something, draw something, it doesn't matter if you don't think it's good, or bad, or anything or everything in between. You get a distraction, you invest in something that brings you joy such as interacting (or not, that's up to your comfort level and/or want to do so) with fandoms and Tumblr, and one day, when you're feeling under the weather or in need of a break, you can look back and see the things that you have done and be proud of them despite all their little imperfections because you made them and you had a good time while doing so and they helped you get your mind off things.

Exhaustion is a thing, and a terrible one at that, and we end up feeling numb at best, and tired, and just like you can't keep going, you can't even take that infamous baby step that's just enough for some people, and you fear that if you don't make what's barely enough then how...?

That's bullshit. It real, and valid, and it's heavy as fuck and it gets to you, nests inside your very bones and drags you.

I'm not a very cheery person despite what my internet persona might suggest, quite the opposite, and I use that to keep me going.

You can't keep up or find a reason to take that baby step? Do it out of spite.

That's my answer against life itself, when everything is just too much and I cant- I can, out of spite.

NGL buddy, it ain't healthy, but it keeps you on the move until those bad days are over and suddenly you'll find yourself fighting back, standing straight (that's the only straight thing I do), and charging forward like a bull.

Don't give up, I promise time fixes everything sooner or later and good days are on your way. That's a threat.

[sscrambledmeggss]

megan my beloved <3 i’m hopping into kurtbastian shippers inboxes tonight!! i wanted to say thank you for being such a wonderful addition tot he fandom. you’re one of my favorite people here and it’s always such a joy to talk about these two idiots to. i looove how passionate you are about them and hearing all your knowledge about acitw make some very very happy. idk i just like hearing you talk about things that you love (and that i love too lmao). the kurtbastian fandom wouldn’t be the same without your endless positivity. despite not being very fond at all of a certain character or ship, you still are sososo kind and thoughtful when talking about those who do ship it. your compassion towards others is so admirable. the kb fandom is so lucky to have you here

AAAAND KURTBASTIAN RELATED QUESTION: if cacophonylights were to release 3 random chapters from the second half of acitw, what plotlines would you like them to be about

ANA THIS IS SO SWEET?? I literally started to get emotional, thank you so so much. The Kurtbastian fandom truly wouldn’t be the same without you either, I know for a fact I probably would have found a new fixation if I didn’t have such an amazing person to talk about it with. You make amazing content and inspire me to make my own as well!! I have absolutely loved rereading acitw with you, it brings me so much joy. Thank you for being in this fandom and being so nice, you’re always spreading positivity and helping to keep this fandom alive, and I’m truly grateful for that! :) 💖💖💖 (also THANK YOU! I’m very glad someone enjoys my extensive acitw knowledge and ramblings 🦧🦧)

TO ANSWER THE QUESTION:

1. I really really want to know what happened between Julian and Sebastian, like will I want to punch Julian in the face?? I MUST KNOWWW (probably, but I would still love him <3(I think 🦧))

2. Where tf Sebastian is going to college and what career path he wants 😫 like we never did find that out, and I really want to know if he’s gonna like fly away to Paris or something 😭 (like what if they did breakup due to long distance and the epilogue was them meeting again?? Screaming crying and throwing up at the thought)

3. *ahem* ....

tHE COFFEE ORDER—

....thank you <3

Okay I do actually want to know about the coffee order, but if I’m being completely honest, I’d much rather have a chapter of them just being completely honest with each other. Like Kurt explaining why he needed the money, and Sebastian maybe telling us why he REALLY chose Kurt to be his fake boyfriend. Like I know he said it was because of his dad being a Burt Hummel fanboy™️ but it’s seems like a lot of work to lie about dating your (at the time) taken enemy 🤨 ngl...a little susbastian of him