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jj-one · 6 months

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FIRST TIME’S A CHARM.

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pairing: sports au, football jock!boyfriend!han jisung x cheerleader!fem!reader genre/tags: smut, fluff, light angst (if you squint), reader is so in love with jisung it makes everyone sick, reader is a virgin, oral (f. receiving), fingering, piv, protected sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc.), typical nervousness of first time sex, cherry popping, multiple orgasms, spitting, dirty talk words: 5.1k

**old repost from my deleted blog

Feelings of melancholy plagued your heart this morning. You miss him. You want to touch him, talk to him, breathe the same air as him. Your boyfriend Han was your world. He hasn’t replied to your usual ‘good morning’ text yet and the waiting game was slowly eating you up. You have to get ready for cheer practice since tomorrow is game day but you were hoping that your boyfriend could walk you to the gymnasium. You dread going to practice sometimes but Han would always find a way to lift your spirits and make your mood instantly better.

“You need to give him some space y/n.. you know he’s busy, we can just walk together it’ll be fine!” Karina attempts to snap you into a reality check.

She was your roommate and also on your cheer team, she’s been one of your closest friends since you transferred to this school a few months ago.

“But he always walks with me! I’ll just wait for him to reply, what if he texts me while we’re walking there and then he-“

“Jesus Christ y/n, you should hear yourself talk the way you go on and on about this boy! Don’t you think you’re a little too obsessed?” Karina retorts, “Let’s get a move on, we don’t need to be late to practice for the third time in a row!”

Grabbing your arm in the process, Karina heads out the door with you to get going. You wanted to whine and complain some more but you decided to let it go since you don’t want to annoy your friend with anymore talk of your boyfriend. You could talk about him all day long, you never get sick of being around him, he’s just always so busy with football and other things that it’s hard to see him sometimes. Since the gym you were practicing at was near the football field, you’d hope to eventually run into him later.

Your boyfriend did ultimately text you back but not until your cheer practice was over. You kept messing up the routine and Mrs. Park, your coach was getting irritated by your lack of coordination.

“Y/n, what’s with you today?! I know you can do way better than this!” She snaps in front of everyone, your whole team was looking at you and the embarrassment fully sunk in.

You didn’t have much to say other than a simple “I’m sorry” and “I’ll try harder”, it was your fault that you let your inner thoughts cloud your ability of performing. You gave yourself a couple minutes to recuperate and stretch to join the team again, you couldn’t let them down since the stunt you had to do needed to be executed perfectly.

After cheer practice you read the texts Han sent you:

‘Heyyy babe, so sorry for the late reply :( I’ve been practicing all morning and didn’t get a chance to check my phone!’

‘I just finished, wanna meet in a bit? I’m with Chan and Changbin rn’

You were now grinning ear to ear from his reply, you’ve been waiting all day to see him. It didn’t take long for you to respond back to him enthusiastically.

‘Yes! Where are you??’

‘Still on the field but at the bleachers, meet me there’

‘Ok, coming now!!’

‘See you in a few ;)’

With almost lightning speed you make a dash for the locker rooms and changed out of your cheer clothes to go find your boyfriend. Karina wanted to tag along since she secretly has a crush on Changbin but doesn’t quite want to admit it just yet. Making your way to the football field, you see some figures in the distance sitting on the bleachers; presuming to be your boyfriend and his two friends. You picked up your pace practically sprinting at this point to go hug your boyfriend who was still in mid-conversation with Chan and Changbin. You didn’t even acknowledge or say hi to either of them, only focusing on the man in front of you now. You’ve been craving to see him all day and finally being able to hug him made the sadness you felt this morning dissipate.

“How’s my pretty princess feeling today?” Han says, still having you wrapped tight in a bear hug. His fingers stroked your hair as he felt you against him, words couldn’t describe how happy you were in this moment.

“I’m okay now that I’m with you!” You exclaim, nuzzling your chin into his broad shoulder.

Everytime he hugged or held you, it felt like the warmest place you could be. Nothing compared to his embrace, it electrified you in so many ways that couldn’t be spoken into words.

“Ugh! Could you guys get a damn room already? I’m sick of seeing you act all lovey dovey, makes me depressed that I’m still single!” Changbin teases the both of you. You know he was only joking but it made you want to be even more of a nuisance.

“Then turn around and look the other way, we’re not going anywhere!” Han fires back, now bringing his face towards you to kiss him. He plants his lips on yours and gives you a soft kiss, delighting you with the taste of his minty flavored chapstick.

“Mmm… that flavor tastes good Hannie, could kiss your lips all day!” You go back in for another kiss, completely forgetting that Chan, Changbin, and Karina were right there watching this whole thing go down.

“Alright, enough!” Chan interrupts you and your boyfriends almost near make-out sesh with a reminder of previous plans. “Are we still going back to my place for movie night? I didn’t buy popcorn and snacks for no reason!”

“Ah shit, I totally forgot about movie night…” Han face palms from the lack of remembrance.

“Can I join?!” You chime in, hoping that Chan will allow you in the group so you can spend more time with Han.

“Could I come too?” Karina asks, sitting next to Chan trying her best not to make eye contact with Changbin.

“Yeah sure, the more the merrier I guess!” He shrugs his shoulders.

You were glad Chan let the both of you come along since you didn’t know him that well, you only talked to him on a few different occasions but each time he seemed pretty chill. He was the football quarterback and was loved by pretty much the entire university, he was practically the leader of the football team and looked after everyone. Your boyfriend was also a very popular guy and was well-liked by all his pupils, he was a really good defense and took his athletic skills seriously. You were so proud of your boyfriend and everything that he’s accomplished so far.

“Alright, let’s get going shall we? My dorms not that far from here, should only be a 10 minute walk!” Chan says while standing up.

Everyone gets up from the bleachers to start heading in the direction of the dorms and Han takes your hand in his.

“You cold babe?” Han asks while walking, he sees you shivering a bit from the sudden cool breeze of the wind.

You were wearing a short sleeve t-shirt which probably wasn’t the best idea but you were rushing this morning. You simply nod your head to his ask, you could feel the goosebumps rising on your delicate skin.

“Don’t worry, here you go darling.” Han quickly takes the letterman varsity jacket off his body to bring onto yours. The jacket weighs you down a bit and it was completely drowning you but you didn’t care.

“You look so adorable in my jacket babe, always look so cute wearing my things.” He compliments you while holding your hand tighter.

You could smell Han’s scent on the fabric, everything about him felt like home to you. You’ve been dating for 4 months now, you transferred to this new university thinking you wouldn’t make any friends at all. As soon as you became a cheerleader Han noticed you straight away, he asked a few of the girls about you but you were new so they didn’t know much. He wanted to get to know you more so he went in to shoot his shot and ended up being successful, now you’re both dating and are essentially the school’s power couple. The most popular jock dating the new pretty cheerleader was the perfect recipe to get everyone around the school talking.

“We’re here guys!” Chan says while coming to a stop in front of the dormitory.

He opens the door to lead the way for you all and Han has his arms wrapped behind you plastering small kisses to your cheek. You giggle as you walk inside to see more people sitting on the couch. It was some more members from the football team who joined for movie night but you and Han weren’t actually planning to watch movies with the rest of them.

“Let’s go somewhere else, yeah?” Han whispers in your ear, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You agree to his ask and Han tells everyone that you’ll both be back before the movie starts getting good. Chan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the fact you both casually go into his room, he adds one last piece of advice, “make sure to use protection guys!”

Han doesn’t comment back at that, only reacting with a chuckle and heading towards the bedroom.

Chan’s room was your typical early twenties, frat-boy style living quarters. Clothes spread all on the floor, a couple posters adorned the walls, and the bed was unmade with a few textbooks on top. It was everything you’d imagine it would be, nothing in the slightest bit romantic.

“Wow, what a lovely choice to make our grand escape!” You said sarcastically, looking around at the tornado of a room it was.

“Hey, mine is way worse and you don’t even complain!” Han retorts, throwing the textbooks off the bed.

“That’s because I clean your room every time I come over!”

You sat on the bed with Han beside you, he snaked his arm over to wrap you into another tight hug. You feel the hardness of his chest against you and the sounds of his heartbeat produced butterflies in your stomach. You’ve been waiting to be alone with your boyfriend all day and now that the time has come you can’t keep your lips off him. You brought your face closer to his and sealed his lips to yours, his short brown locks tickled your forehead in the process.

You’ve been thinking about the next big step in your relationship— sex. Sex was what built the foundation of (most) relationships, it only proved how much you love your partner deeply. You wanted to give Han your everything, you’ve never wanted to do something more in your life. As you slowly break away from the kiss, you make sincere eye contact with your boyfriend, his eyes shown nothing but endearment for you.

“So I’ve been thinking about stuff lately…” you trailed your eyes away for a second, not feeling so confident in yourself anymore.

“Thinking about what?” He asks attentively, his eyes were still glued onto you, you could feel the intensity of his stare.

You had either two options: tell him how you really feel and what you actually want or you can save this for another time. You went with the latter and chose to keep it to yourself.

“Never mind… I’ll tell you later maybe, or another time.”

This doesn’t sit too well with Han. He likes when you’re open with him, honesty has always been a huge thing for him and when you act reclusive towards him he gets worried.

“No babe, just tell me. I promise I won’t judge you— I never do! I just want you to feel comfortable and be able to share anything with me.” His hand rubbed your thigh gently which made you feel more at ease and much calmer.

“I think I’m ready to take the next step with you.”

“Next step?” Han replies with confusion, “You mean as in like getting married? I think we’re a bit too young for that right no-“

“No Ji, I meant like I’m ready to have sex!” You finally admit, the look on his face became utterly priceless.

“Oh— really? What made you decide that?” He wonders curiously.

He knew for a long time that he was ready to have sex with you but just never mentioned it until you gave him the green light. He’s never pressured you into doing anything you didn’t want to do, make-out sessions with him would get super hot and heavy sometimes but that still didn’t stop him from not pushing your boundaries. He knew you were a virgin and that it would take time for you to make a decision as the relationship progresses.

“I just love you so fucking much Ji, I wanna give you my whole body, want you to be my first.” You bring your hand to his, moving it to your breasts for him to feel you.

His hand squeezes your boob gently, causing you to gasp at the light action. He cups his whole hand around it and juggles it in his palm, smiling at your beauty.

“You have the most perfect tits.” Han says in almost a whisper, still admiring your presence.

Both of his hands now playing with your boobs as he massages them through your t-shirt, you couldn’t help but go back and kiss his soft lips. The kiss grew more passionate as time went on, you couldn’t stop kissing those precious lips of his, you wanted your face attached to his 24/7. You got on top of him now, tangling your fingers through his luscious hair whilst your tongues glide against each other. He removed one of his hands from your breast to go grab your ass, squeezing your left cheek firmly.

“Lay on your back princess” Han says, instructing you as you lye back down on the bed. You aren’t sure what he has in mind but it can’t be anything innocent.

“What do you want to do to me?” You ask, pressing your thighs together to feel something.

“I want to make you feel really good…” He continues in a sultry tone, “I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby.”

His mouth goes back onto yours, kissing almost roughly this time. Something was taking over your boyfriend and it was turning you on incredibly. He plastered a few more wet kisses to your chin and neck, leaving trails of his glistening saliva all over you. Not a doubt was going through your mind, just undying love and devotion to your boyfriend.

“I love you so much y/n, you know that?” Han says reassuringly, you know he loves you but hearing it still made your heart flutter every time.

“I love you so much Hannie!” You probably loved him more than yourself at this point.

His hands roamed your half naked body once he rid you of your t-shirt and sports bra. His soft, tender touch was enough to drive you crazy and he’s barely done anything yet. You held your breath as his fingers danced across your skin, your brain was completely fuzzy and only filled with desire. You tugged at the end of his shirt so he could take it off and he obliged, pulling it from the top and lifting it over his head. You get a full clear view of body, that beautiful body of his, you wonder how a man can be shaped so gracefully. He had the most broad shoulders, chiselled abs and muscles, but his waist was so pretty and tiny. It didn’t make sense how one could be built such a way but he was perfect, his physique truly mesmerized you.

You go in to feel his muscles, his biceps were absolutely to die for, every time he flexed you swear you could hear your kitty purring down there. He was just so hot, you needed to taste each and every inch of him.

“Want you so bad…” you trace the lines of body, fully enamored by your gorgeous boyfriend.

“I’m all yours babe.”

Han lazily brung his hand to the waistband of your pants, fumbling with the button to take them off but was struggling a bit.

“Here, let me help you.” You guide him in the right direction and he successfully unbuttons them.

Once your pants are off he slides your underwear down past your knees, his face lights up at the sight beneath him. You were nervous but didn’t want to tell him that incase he stops, feeling a lump in your throat now forming.

“Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime.” You loved that he was always making sure you were 100% okay with everything he did.

You nod and let him continue doing his thing, he captures his lips with yours one more time before a hand creeps up your inner thigh. His fingers lightly brush your folds and you shudder from the sensitivity. He smirks into the kiss as he presses a single digit against it, gathering your slick nicely.

“Your pussy feels so wet, I can’t wait to be inside you darling.” Han says after parting from the kiss.

His finger glides between your wet folds, feeling your warm juices gush onto him. He makes a V shape with his fingers to spread you open now, getting a better look at your heat. He licks his lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to get a taste of you. He inches his head closer to your core and spits on it, watching the saliva run down as he licks a long, slow stripe to your cunt.

His mouth becomes suctioned to your clit as he runs his tongue all over it, slobbering against you whilst holding your hips in place.

“Fuck! So good, so good, so good…” you couldn’t stop moaning, the pleasure was just hitting you all at once.

Your eyes were about to roll to the back of your head and your legs were shaking from Han’s insane pussy eating skills. You felt your chest cave in from all the intense pleasure and just when you thought it couldn’t get any better than this, you were in for hell of a treat. One of his digits entered you, now fingerfucking you. You elicit another moan for him as his tongue picks up a quicker pace, his tongue flicks your nub viciously. His finger slips in and out slowly and adds another digit to make you gasp louder. The feeling of your boyfriend stretching you out for him was amazing, you felt your release coming by the second.

“I- I feel weird Ji..” you try to explain how you feel right now but you just can’t describe it. It felt as though you had to pee but you know you didn’t actually need to.

“It’s okay princess, it’s normal. Trust me, just let go. I promise you’ll feel so much better after baby.” He stopped what he was doing for a moment to encourage you.

His words made you instantly let go, you whimpered from the feeling of his mouth on your clit again. You rocked your hips forward to grind against him while he ate you out, playing with his hair and slightly pulling it once you felt yourself cumming. Your hips shook rapidly around him, his eye contact never broke off with you and it made you lose your mind. You mumble under your breath, trying your best to contain your orgasm but everything came crashing down violently. Han could taste your sweet essence on his tongue as he lapped up all your juices, not letting any of you go to waste. He kept himself buried between your shaky legs and pulled his fingers out, leaving you with an empty feeling.

“You ready for my cock babe?” He finally lifts his head up from your dripping cunt, his face fully soaked from the action he just performed.

“Yes, need you so bad Ji.. want you to pop my cherry.”

You looked at him with the most seductive eyes, he bit down his lip at what you just said. You know exactly how to make him feel the most special, he was special to you though, this whole moment meant everything to you.

“I’ll be gentle with you princess, I’ll try and make this as painless as possible for you.” He kisses your forehead and captures your lips in his.

He gets up momentarily to go find a condom in one of Chan’s drawers and quickly comes back. He undoes his pants to pull them off along with his boxers, opening the wrapper with his teeth and pulling the condom out to slide it on.

“I don’t usually like condoms,” Han explains “but since this is our first time I don’t want to scare you.”

You giggle at that comment, you don’t know the first thing about sex and all of this is so new to you. You’re just glad you have an experienced boyfriend that can help make this easier for you, it made you feel a lot less awkward.

“I guess I’ll have to get on birth control soon then?” You were willing to do anything for him at this point.

“It’s your body y/n, I’m not going to tell you what to do. You make your own choices.”

It was sweet how even right now he’s only thinking about how you feel, he really does care so much about you. Han repositioned himself to be between your legs again, his cock was now pressed along your folds. He gives you another kiss before asking one last time,

“You ready to do this?”

“Yes! Please hurry, I’m getting impatient!” You whine, wanting to finally feel what it’s like to take dick.

“Okay, okay, I’m just making sure you really want to do this!”

He rubs his cock against you, sliding it up and down to collect more of your wetness. You bite down on your lip, waiting for the real moment to transpire. His hand rests on the end of his cock, guiding it to your entrance, he prods your hole gently. A rush of pain inflicts your body from the feeling of just the tip stretching you, you could only close your eyes at the sensation.

“Let me know if I’m hurting you at all.” Han continues pushing himself in.

The more he inched inside you, the more painful it became. It felt as though your whole body was on fire, everything felt so strange to you. You endured the pain in hopes of it becoming better soon, you didn’t want to worry your boyfriend. You feel the size of his cock growing in you, the constant throbbing was making you dizzy. You held onto him tightly, not wanting to let ever go of him. You clench around him as he attempts to fully fit his entire cock but you wince at only half of him inside you.

“Fuck, you alright baby? Did I hurt you?” He studies you with concern, stopping immediately to gauge your body language.

“You’re so fucking tight, even though you’re soaking wet I can still barely fit my cock inside.”

Your face turns red as a tomato, you don’t know what to say and you’re getting too flustered.

“Awe, is my little princess feeling nervous? I told you it’s okay, I’ll be here with you every step of the way, I got you.”

He holds your hand in his, tentatively caressing the inside of your palm, he brings your hand up to kiss it and gave you a warm smile. He continues sliding more of his cock in and is eventually able to get most of himself settled. Your mouth is wide open once he begins slowly thrusting in you. The pain was starting to go away now, just slightly. You focus on the feeling of his length in you, you try to relax your muscles the best way you could. You feel so full, so stuffed, his cock fully immersed in your sweet cunt.

“You feel so good around me princess, just wanna fuck your tight pussy all night long..” he groans while picking up his pace, the discomfort comes back to you now, you wriggle around to make the burning sensation go away.

“Is it supposed to feel like this Ji?” You croak, trying your best to be good for him.

You know that Han would never judge you but you still felt insecure about your performance in the bedroom.

“It’s only going to hurt for a little bit, just keep thinking about me darling, think only thoughts of me.”

You can feel a knot in your stomach form now, his cock slamming into you deeply was making you see stars. You gnaw at his neck to bite down softly, you couldn’t hold in your emotions anymore. The pain was now fully gone again, the intense pleasure washing over you like a tsunami. You kept your eyes tightly shut to feel all of him, focusing on what he told you when he said to think only thoughts of him.

“Your cock feels good Ji, I love how feel inside me!” You cry out to him, arching your back against the bed.

You’ve never felt anything like this before, it all felt too good to be real. He increases his rhythm as he thrusts into you, fucking into your little virgin cunt harder. Your pussy twitches around his cock, you feel that need to pee like when he was eating you out.

“I- I think I’m gonna… cumming…” you could barely get a coherent sentence out. All you could do was continue digging your nails in his back and moan out his name.

“You gonna cum for me princess? Do it. Want us to cum together for our first time.” Han throws his head back as he keeps fucking you. He was bucking his hips in a sloppier motion now, indicating that he was getting close like you. It only took a few more pumps of his cock to get you to form a large ‘O’ with your mouth, your jaw stayed locked in place. Your walls contract around his thick cock and you gasped for air as you lose your breath.

“Ah, fuck y/n!” Han almost says with a growl, his chest feels heavy as he releases his load into the condom.

He continues thrusting slowly into you while gently massaging your breasts. You let go and feel your second orgasm approach, feeling waves of ecstasy throughout your whole body. You were both heavily panting, staring at each other with nothing but complete passion. Han collapses onto you, his sticky and sweaty body rested on yours. His cock was still buried in your cunt, you didn’t want this moment to ever be over.

“So how would you rate your first time?” Han asks while propping his head up, “on a scale of 1 to 10?”

“I’d say a 100/10, I’ll remember this day forever.”

You snuggle up against him, completely forgetting that you had your first time with Han in Chan’s bedroom.

“Well… maybe it could’ve been better if we did this in our rooms.”

“I agree, but hey there’s always next time!” Han finally pulls out of you and notices tiny droplets of blood on the condom.

“Oh my god babe, I popped your cherry!”

You were shocked that even happened since you didn’t feel anything inside you tearing, guess it was a myth that you could feel your cherry pop. Han looked so stoked by this discovery and you wish you could engrain the look on his face in your brain. You just giggle at his actions and give him another chaste kiss, cuddling with him and forgetting the rest of the world around you.

“I think we should head back out soon, they’re probably thinking what the hell we’ve been doing in here for so long.” Han gets up from the bed to go and put his clothes back on.

“I hope we weren’t too loud!” You say, grabbing your clothes to get changed too.

“If they heard us don’t worry about it, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. They’ll probably congratulate me by how much noise you were making!”

You blush once again by what he said, you can’t believe you just lost your virginity, you don’t feel any different physically but you feel way closer to your boyfriend than ever before. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world to have such a loving, healthy, and supportive relationship. Han Jisung really was the light of your life.

Coming out of Chan’s room felt the walk of shame. You couldn’t face any of his friends or Karina in the living room, they all instantly turned their heads to face you. Changbin started clapping loudly and everyone else followed suit after, you knew this was going to be embarrassing but this just felt like pure torture.

“Congratulations bro! It was about time you finally both got some!” Han’s friend/teammate Minho shouts.

Your biggest fear came true, everyone heard absolutely everything.

“Did you guys really have to fuck in my bed though? I just washed those sheets last week!” Chan exclaimed, giving him the evil eye.

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell! Whatever happened in that room stays in that room.” Han brings his hand to his lips to make it look like he sealed them.

All the guys keep teasing him and you couldn’t stop blushing, maybe you should’ve waited to have sex in one of your dorms since Chan will probably never let him live this one down.

“You missed the movie anyway, might as well just leave and go for round 2!” Chan jokes.

“That actually doesn’t seem like a bad idea… thanks. Let’s go y/n!” Han links your arm around his and speed walks out the door.

Now that you were no longer a virgin, it didn’t feel all that odd to you as you thought it would be. It actually felt nice knowing you lost it to someone you love so much, someone you care so deeply out. It may not have been in the most romantic atmosphere which you’ve always pictured losing your virginity in a much better setting. However, you’ll cherish this special day with Han because even if it wasn’t the ideal scenery you had in mind, it was still a reminder that you had such a strong, beautiful connection with your lover.

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galedekarios · 2 months

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plagiarism in the bg3 fandom

disclaimer: this post should not be taken as a springboard to harrass anyone involved.

as i've stated previously, i didn't want to make this post because i have a lot going on in real life, but i have been watching this being done to others and myself for months now and i can't not speak about my experience anymore.

laiostoudenn (prev urls: lathanderr/spellbooking/wizardblood) is a plagiarist and he has a history of stealing from other creators like @minthara, @mercymaker, @onewingedangels and others.

in this post, i, finally and after much and long deliberation, want to add my voice to theirs.

i'll try to give a chronological overview of what happened as i have come to experience it, through others and myself, and as condensed as possible and to make it easier for myself to tell:

the story

i became aware of this new blog after he @ me and he messaged me. he's been following me. i was slow to engage because i have a lot of things going on in my real life that cost me a lot of energy during the day. i have also grown cautious of too quickly becoming close to strangers online. i became aware, however, that he had been doing this with multiple bigger creators in this space, like my friend @hawke, who is also a creator in the bg3 space, and who has experienced the same behaviour. they asked me if i knew him and i replied that i did not.

that was it for me at that point and i didn't engage much beyond that because i didn't know him and i thought nothing of it - until later.

during that time, whenever i saw his creations pop up increasingly, either in the tags or on my dash, i noticed more and more that they looked familiar to the works of others, from @minthara, to @mercymaker, to @onewingedangels and other creators, including myself.

it was then confirmed that i wasn't simply imagining things when, months ago, two creators were brave enough to speak up about the fact that he has been plagiarising gifsets and edits from them:

@minthara and @mercymaker:

@onewingedangels original set posted on 31st december 2023:

his set posted on 29th january 2024 (now deleted):

this was done without consent, and after he had already copied prior sets from @onewingedangels.

i would greatly recommend reading the posts shared above, and looking at the examples provided in it, so that you get a clear picture of what's happening here. it's not one isolated incident.

if you take a look at the notes in the post, you can also see other creators speaking about their experiences.

@minthara has recently also uploaded a google docs with the screenshots of the sets stolen from them because they either have been deleted, or lead to nothing due to now multiple url changes.

i was made aware today that he, following the first posts detailing @minthara and @mercymaker's experiences, apologised at first and admitted to what he's been doing on 31st march 2024:

but sadly, this wasn't to last, and the opportunity to learn and grow wasn't taken.

instead what happened was now painted as "bullying" from other creators, as "clique" behaviour and as "gatekeeping", despite many of us operating independently from each other. i, myself, have only started speaking to one other creator involved now that i have noticed the stealing and copying still ongoing.

i have in my time on this website never gatekept anything. i have shared metas, gifsets, creations, mods, art, tutorials, and many other things freely.

but back to the matter at hand: after he has been trying to ingratiate himself to me for some time now, following me, unfollowing me, and refollowing me again until i blocked him for my own mental health, i tried to remain civil before this point, engaging rarely if at all, hoping everything would go away on its own - which was a mistake in hindsight, i realise - i noticed that once again he's been lifting entire concepts and frame-by-frame gifs and sets from me.

things that he now claims - likely after he has been made aware of my prior personal posts and @minthara and @mercymaker's post circulating again by being reblogged by other people who have been affected) - were simply "remade" or "expanded" upon, that he may have been "subconsciously" influenced, while simultaneously claiming that he didn't know these sets existed in the first place, that he came up with the ideas independently, and that it's simply inevitable to use the same scenes because it's a limited game.

this doesn't hold up under scrutiny, however.

i want to make clear that i very much understand and that i am acutely aware that i do not own scenes and i do not own mods or outfits. however, what i do like to pride myself on is coming up with concepts and scene choices and captions accompanying these concepts that are unique, inspired by my metas, headcanons pertaining to gale and my own ocs altonaufein and karl, all of which i have seen copied by him several times now.

this is not as simple as simply gifing the same lines of dialogue from a scene as he and others supporting him are now postulating and i want to make that very, very clear.

another reason why this statement doesn't hold up under any scrutiny and, what ultimately confirmed my suspicion that he has been copying me, was when he - after the first post exposing his behaviour by @minthara and @mercymaker was made - reached out to me, asking if it it's ok to copy a gifset i made (note: again, this happened after he was called out for plagiarising the first time):

i didn't respond quickly enough, so he went ahead and posted it without waiting for my response (the response i gave him is pictured above and for transparancy, i responded about a day later bc of work and irl obligations).

below you can see the stolen post and what i managed to save from it:

the set was a 1:1 copy. he wanted a version for his oc so bad that he went ahead and stole my concept anyhow, without even waiting for the permission he asked for.

he went to take it down after my reply, made cautious most likely by his still fresh callout done in march 2024 by @minthara and @mercymaker, and i thought the issue was resolved and it wouldn't happen again, that he wouldn't take again without asking, despite having been told not only by myself, but by other creators as well, no. we are not comfortable.

but no. he "remade" the set, switching out gifs while complaining about how he "had to make it original":

my set in question was made on 1st february 2024, he reached out to me on 22nd april 2024 to "remake" the set. he is well aware of the existence of these ideas and concepts and sets he wants to copy, underlined by the need to ask for permission when it's simply too obvious to otherwise deny.

it's no coincidence.

like others have had the experience, i too noticed that he often would not engage with content he planned on stealing or did go through with stealing. he would sometimes present it as his own "remake" of a set he did, of another he was "inspired" or wanted to "expand upon", sometimes crediting, sometimes crediting someone largely unrelated, sometimes and, more often, not crediting.

as i mentioned above, this was not the first and not the only set/concept, which he copied from me - whether that was before asking or after asking, or not asking at all, if it was ok to copy.

i use this example mainly to show a clear pattern of behaviour that exists across the board: he takes concepts from other creators and inserts his own oc and/or favourite character into it because he wants a version of it so very badly. it does not matter if said creator might be hurt, if they told him no, or if they exposed his behaviour before. it doesn't matter how old the set is or how recent.

it is still going on today, the only difference is that he has stopped asking at all once again.

my story completely echoes that of @minthara and @mercymaker's.

concrete examples

i will now go into more detail about the concept sets he's been copying, include the caption or quote attached to it. i'm sorry that these will not be in chronological fashion. i will add at a later point, just like @minthara has done, a google document to better do side by side comparisons, highlight the similarities visually even more, and preserve some of the sets, which have now been deleted by him as recently as today:

the theme of hands in gale's romance

-> mine posted on 23rd september 2023

versus

-> his 1 posted on 24th february 2024

-> his 2 posted on 17th june 2024

i want to preface this by saying that the theme of hands was and still is incredibly important to story of my oc altonaufein and has concept of romance with gale. again, while i do not own these scenes, i wished to highlight a theme that i identified as poignant and profound within the relationship context. it's also why i added the poetry and quotes accompanying the set.

notice how even the caption format matches. the only thing lacking are my quotes / poems.

the format matches almost entirely: gifs from the same scenes (pulling gale out of the portal, the bench scene in an illusionary waterdeep, the astral sea scene, the boat scene, and more of the boat scene). the only thing that was added in this gifset are scenes that weren't available to me back then, namely the updated proposal scene, the kisses patches, and the epilogue as they came out well after i made my original gifset.

the second re-make even contains a gif that's not only the same minute detail of a larger scene - one that anyone who played gale's romance knows contains a multitude of other parts that could have been used - but also the same frames:

mine vs his:

i suppose adding that one to the original post with the same format i had chosen for mine would have made it too obvious, but that is only speculation.

gale + missing waterdeep/home

-> mine posted on 30th september 2023

versus

-> his (deleted on 18th july 2024) so i will have to include screenshots so you may compare:

same caption format, overlapping scenes chosen, only new additions are of content that wasn't available to me back when i first made my original set (the epilogue, kiss patches and proposal scene).

an attempt at "credit" even though he is only referencing my tags on an entirely separate set of a different creator, not the concept i came up with in my original set months prior.

and even though i have told him no before, just like others have told him no before.

i think it speaks volumes that this set is now, like some others, have been suddenly and coincidentally deleted.

gale of waterdeep vs gale dekarios

-> mine posted on 20th november 2023

versus

-> his posted on 13th may 2024

the concept is entirely the same, the scenes are largely overlapping, again, the caption format is almost entirely identical, with the sole difference of me including the full quote and devnotes as i'm wont to do.

gale + i love you

-> mine posted 16th september 2023

versus

-> his 2 (a "remake" of an "older" set of "his") posted on 13th may 2024

again, the concept is entirely the same, it's same caption format, the scenes largely overlap, some of the gifs added that were not available to me when i made my set (which, again, would include the epilogue, kisses patches, and the updated proposal scene).

mermay gale

-> mine posted on 13th may 2024

versus

-> his posted on 21st may 2024

it's the same concept again, the caption format is similar, it's the same setting (camp at baldur's gate), the same armour, the same armour tint, the same 3/4 pose except mirrored, and, this time, his tags were inspired too:

my tag: #i have the worst art block still and virtually no time but i still wanted to do smth for mermay so have this

his tag: #i can't do art so heres my mermay contribution i guess

copied oc post

-> mine posted on (likely) 30th september 2021

versus

-> his originally posted on may 7th 2024, which has also now been deleted on 18th july 2024:

the only thing different was the font. sadly, i deleted my oc post since i have redesigned some of them and wanted to make an updated version of it in the future.

thankfully i found the link on my friends blog, @ayrennaranaaldmeri.

as you can see, all of these happened after the first cases of plagiarism and after i personally told him that i'm not comfortable with him "remaking" my concept sets as his.

conclusion

there are many other sets that i suspect have been copied or plagiarised, i want to remain objective, however, and include the ones i feel are the most damning examples, supported by the fact that he has been deleting some of them today while again, trying to set up his narrative to his audience.

again, i want to highlight the pattern is here with him. my post is not the first, my suspicious are the first.

he knows what he is doing wrong, highlighted by the fact of trying to ask for permission, by deleting sets in question, by, at first, apologising, whilst now talking about "gatekeeping", "bullying", "inevitable repeats of scenes", "taking inspiration", "scrolling by", being "subconsciously" influenced, etc.

as a conclusion, i can say nothing more on this topic other than that i'm very sad. it doesn't give me joy. it stressed me immensely then and it still does now. i wish he'd have taken the already admitted wrong-doing to heart and grown from it, instead of attempting to change the narrative and doubling down on his past behaviour, not examining what he has done and is doing several times over by now.

i have blocked him now, as have done many others, and will not engage further with him. we have been through this before and at this point, i don't think he will change.

what i do very much hope, however, is that this is the last i hear of this happening.

edit:

updated the links to lead to his "archive" so you can access the stolen sets that he still hasn't deleted and seems to have no intentions of doing so.

#again do not use this post to harrass anyone involved please #that is not the intent of my post #the intent is to spread awareness #the post is so detailed so what happened and what was said cannot be misconstrued #text: personal

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How would the chain go about introducing their s/o when they're in their hyrule?

Oh this certainly varies from Link to Link huh?

I'm going to do this in headcanon form.... ish. I hope that's ok :D

Masterlist

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Time

Not one to do things with fan fare

Literally just walked home

Gave his S/O a proper kiss

Then told the boys to make themselves at home.

Twilight trips over his own feet a bit when he sees them

Time sends him a knowing look at Twilight knows to expect a conversation later

“Oh it’s so good to finally meet all of you in person.” They say. “You’re all so dashing!”

Time snorts. “They get their looks from me.”

“Well thank goodness they didn’t get your nose.”

“Why must we mentions tragedies so casually in this house?”

Introductions follow similarly to the comic

Warrior raises an eyebrow at Time

This person sounds familiar to him and he’s going to ask his own round of questions later

Time gives nothing away, naturally

“We don’t have a lot of room.” They say as the boys get settled in. “I would have cleaned up a bit more if I knew you were coming today... or that there was no many of you. My goodness, I hope I can keep up with all the names.”

“Good thing there’s only one to remember.” Time teases.

“Quiet you.” They whip a towel in his direction. “It’s only polite to call them what they wish... The thing is, I fear that if I call them by their name, things would be more difficult than simply using the imposed nicknames.”

“It’s no so bad.” Wind pipes up. “If you need at least one of us, then we’ll come and help. I don’t think it matters who.”

They soften. “I can’t say that surprises me. If you’re like my husband, than you’re all willing to lend a helping hand no matter what.”

“Good, we can put them to work tomorrow.”

“Link!”

All heads snap toward them.

Time laughs.

Twilight

Twilight actually wouldn’t shut up about them the second they entered were even remotely near his village

“I’ve missed them so much. I’m happy to see them. I want to surprise them. Do I look ok? Should I wash? They tend to worry a lot. I don’t want to give them any reason to think I’m not looking after myself.”

Wild and Legend share an exasperated look

Warrior went to say something snarky but Time hits him over the head before any sound could leave his mouth

“Easy pup. Calm down. You’re going to make us worry.”

Twilight coughs and straightens tunic anyway

“Sorry, sorry.”

Sky leans over and steps closer to Twilight.

“Are they nice?”

Twilight gets a soft look on his face, staring a thousand yard away with hearts in his eyes

”They are the nicest person you would ever meet. Wouldn’t even hurt a skulltula. And they sing and dance and I swear it could be enough to make a grown man cry-”

“Well don’t start.”

Four punches his side, trying to knock him out of whatever unloaded rant that was about to be unlocked

“We get the message. They’re the love of your life. When do we meet them?”

“Ah!”

Twilight begins to actually pay attention to where they are, just to make sure that they’re in the right place

“Soon.”

He jogs ahead of the group and spins around with a large grin on his face

“Gentlemen, welcome to my home!”

And there, working at the front of the house, is his s/o

Twilight gets to surprise them after all

Wild

Wild was a bit nervous

Wild took the group to his house and hoped that his partner would forgive him for the lack of warning

He takes a deep breath

He opens the door and sets his supplies by the door

“Honey? I’m home!”

Silence

Wild is both relieved but on edge

Where are they?

The Champion turns to the others. “Make yourselves at home. I’ll get started on something to eat.”

“Question.” Hyrule raises his hands. “Who’s Honey?”

“The love of my life.” Wild replies easily. “I guess they’re not home right now.”

Wind and Warrior both walk into the room

Legend and Twilight both take a seat at the table, letting their bodies finally have a rest from the travel

Hyrule and Time just sit on the floor

“Link?”

All of their heads turn to the door.

Wild grins and rushes them, scooping them up into his arms and spinning them around for a short moment

“Don’t mind the company. But I had to see you again.”

They wrap their arms around his neck and hold him close. “It’s ok. I missed you too. It’s quiet without you.”

“Aww...” Sky lets out a little sound of adoration. “Cute. Is the fire normal?”

Wild snaps his head to the stove and runs to regulate the temperature.

This s/o laugh. “Yes and no. Not at that height.”

“Regular occurrence?” Four snickers.

“On the off days.”

Warrior

It happens by accident

Warrior was happy to be home for a while and was eager to meet his partner

But life decided to throw a curve ball

“Link!” A guard runs up to the group, b-lining to Warrior much tot he group’s momentary confusion. “You’re partner is in the hospital! They don’t know you’re here-”

Warrior hears nothing else and takes of sprinting

The others don’t really know what else to do but to follow him

Warrior knows his way around the entire grounds

Sky is left behind (unsurprisingly quickly)

Four stays behind to make sure he’s ok

Warrior bursts in the medical bay and demands to see them

He had wanted to go home and surprise them but this is next

Warrior is escorted to his partner’s bedside

Only Time, Wind and Legend were allowed to follow them even then

The staff didn’t want to over crowd the patient in the bed

Warrior rushes over and takes their hand

They cough and smiles. “You’re home.”

“I’m sorry.” Warrior bites his lip. He raises their hand to kiss it. “I wanted to come home sooner.”

“You can’t control that.” They wince. “I’ll be fine. Everyone is freaking out over this for no reason.”

“No reason?!” Warrior nearly jumps to his feet. “You were attacked. And this isn’t the first time-”

“Who’re your friends?” They smile as they cut Warrior off.

Warrior pauses and only then he remembers that he has company. “Oh... My traveling group.

His partner smiles and points to Wind with their other hand. “I remember you.”

Wind nods and comes around the other side. “Hello.”

Time coughs. “I guess we should introduce ourselves... There’s more in the waiting room.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Warrior didn’t bother with an explanation.” Legend crosses his arms. “We didn’t have any other options that point.”

Time smacks his head.

Warrior coughs. “Right. Let me introduce you to my friends.”

Wind (aged up)

Wind wasn’t thinking much about when it happens

It was a long time since he’s seen anyone of the group and he’s all grown up now

So when a group of freakishly familiar travelers knock on his door, he has no other option to let them in and let them talk

They all remember him of course but he struggles to remember some of them

“Link? Do we have company?” A new voice calls out

The group all freeze, stunned by the new voice

A few smug faces turn to the Link in question

His sun kissed s/o walk in and nearly drops the baskets they were carrying with the food for the week

They seem lost, a bit confused, and miffed all at once. “I would have appreciated it it you would have warned me in advance.”

Wind coughs. “To be completely honest, I wasn’t expecting them either. Don’t worry too much about the food, honey. I’ll figure it out.”

Warrior, older like the rest of them, smiles fondly. “All grown up now, are you?”

Wind can feel his eye twitch. “Aye, Captain. I’m no boy any more.”

“And yet we’re all still older than you.” Legend snorts and punches his shoulder. “Don’t get old, kid.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.”

“Link?” The s/o calls out again. “Are they... friends of yours?”

“I traveled with them for some time after I left the island.” He explains. “The heroes I mentioned when I returned.”

“Oh!” They smile.

They’re quick to introduce themselves.

The group returns the favor quickly, less they get confused with all of them sharing the same name.

Old nicknames make things easier to remember them by and Wind can very specific moments with each and every one of them

Memories that he shared with his partner

Who smiles glee fully now being able to put a face to the names from the stories of old

Wind knows that look in their eye and is already dreading the moment the group leaves

Does he keep them a little longer to postpone it?

No, but he missed their company and he’s long due for brotherly teasing regardless

Everyone is aware of this, so why not get it out of the way?

Hyrule

Hyrule does so with little fan fare

He’s nervous but he can’t really understand why

He trust his friends

And he’s not embarrassed or ashamed of his s/o

Even so, he can’t help with desperately wish that they get along well

“So, this is the love of my life.” He says quietly, holding their hand with a small smile. “Say hi.”

They smile back, excited to meet the friends who helped their boyfriend gain some self-confidence. “Hello! Link’s mentioned you from time to time. I’m happy to finally meet you all in person.”

Legend, as always, has Hyrule’s back. “Of course. We’re happy to see him with someone as lovely as you. You’ve been taking care of this one, right?”

Hyrule is horrified

“Legend!”

“Oh this is the Hero of Legend?” They laugh. “Yes, yes, I’ve been taking great care of him.”

Warrior and Four bow, introducing themselves next. “A pleasure to meet you.”

They grin and bow back. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Time has to bite his smile as he holds out his hand. Twilight and Wild do the same and so Hyrule’s lover goes down the line, learning their tittles one by one.

“I didn’t think there would actually be so many of you.” They admit.

Wind laughs. “It’s kinda why we can’t go by our names. It would get too confusing too quickly.”

They smile with him. “I believe you.”

Sky holds his hand out next and shrugs. “We can’t say much about it though. It appears if you’ve met one Link, you’ve met them all.”

That gets them to laugh louder. “I don’t thin that was Link’s intention. But I have you all to thank for my relationship.”

“H-hey.” Hyrule blushes.

“He could barely look me in the eye.” They continue. “Apparently you all did something that finally got him to talk to me. I can’t say I minded waiting though. He’s cute so he gets a pass.”

Hyrule covers his face with his hands. “Must you tell them that.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re still cute.”

Legend

Legend wanted it to be a surprise

Meaning he didn’t want to show the others his s/o but the universe had other plans

Not to say that he was ashamed of them but he didn’t want any of the guys to make any comments

He was afraid that they would get along like a house on fire

His s/o came running out of the house to meet him

The group was sequentially ignored as they jumped into Legend’s arm, wrapped their arms around him and peppered his face with kisses

Legend couldn’t find it in himself to complain

He’s gladly soaking up their attention and willfully ignores the gawking, wolf whistles and cheers from the other guys

“So... ummm.. Are you gong to introduce us at some point?” Hyrule raises an eyebrow

Legend’s s/o makes a noise of acknowledgement and finally pulls away from the hero in question

“Oh! Hello. I’m sorry. Let me introduce myself.”

They brush themselves down and fix their hair, smiling brilliantly at the others

Time smiles, remembering his younger years and sticks his hand out

“Lovely to meet you. I’m glad that there’s someone here to take care of our friend back at his home.”

They blush and Legend takes their hand into both of his. Picking it up and holding it close to his heart

“Is the bunny man still here?”

“So not the one I’m looking at?” They smirk.

Legend frowns and hangs his head. “Just tell me.”

“Yes.”

Legend groans and out comes the other man in question

Legend’s s/o is surprised that this group has already Ravio and they can only wait until he’s done with spiel before they can go around and make their own introductions.

“I’m glad that you’re here.” Hyrule says quietly while Legend tries to save Four from Ravio

Or rather, save Ravio from Four in terms of weapons and diligent care of the weapons he has

Legend would like to navigate the damage his s/o would do in terms of embarrassing him

But frankly, he’s missed them too much to care and Four might just go on a rampage

...Or get ideas...

Either way Legend isn’t willing to risk it

Sky

It’s not a large affair

It’s not even initially intended

Granted, Sky wanted to show off his s/o t the others at some point

But he was so homesick and full of yearn that he wasn’t really thinking about the others when he envisioned meeting them again

He wanted it to be just the to of them

Sky wanted to just lift them into his arms and kiss them senseless

He didn’t really think they would make it Skyloft as an entire group

So when all step through a portal right onto the main island, Sky is overjoyed!

He has to take a minute to let everything process

Sky’s first destination is his house where his beloved partner is

But everyone wants to say hi

Everyone wants to hear his story

Everyone wants to ask about the people he’s traveling with

Where they’re from

What they do

Why haven’t they seen them before?

Are they from the surface?

Well yes, technically

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helpinghanikan · 2 years

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Domestic December: Day 24

Poe Dameron: After a fight

It’s normal for things to get heated between couples from time to time (And not in the good way). You and Poe were no different.

The fight had happened hours ago. And try as you might, you couldn’t remember what the stupid fight had been about. It had to do with the rise of missions he was volunteering for. It was hard to know whether you we’re upset because of the danger or because of how much time he spent.

“Have you seen Dameron?” You ask for what had to be the seventh time today.

So far all you’ve gotten back was ‘haven’t seen him’, or ‘he swore me to secrecy. Sorry.’

Thankfully this random mechanic wasn’t one of those previous people: “Yeah, he hopped in Black one and flew off a bit ago. I think we went out on patrol or something. There isn’t any missions today.”

“Thanks,” You reply, groaning at the answer.

It should have been your first guess that he had flown off. Poe’s second home was space and you had to get a foothold there yet.

You wanted to leave a message for him; be it an angry one or one begging for forgiveness. There was seemingly no point. You had done that before and he didn’t seem to have read it. Or he at least pretended to have not read it. Either way Poe would find you later.

That later just happened to be hours and hours later. Every glance of orange had your head perking up in slight hope. Just to dashed because every pilot here wears freaking orange.

Finally Poe returns. He does so in the middle of the night. When you’re already asleep and don’t feel the bed dip down next to you. Only faintly coming back when he touches your back.

“Hey,” He whispers. “I’m back.”

“I noticed.” You replied, not rolling over.

He stares at you for a second before sighing. Annoyed at the has to have some humility for once: “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.” He says. “But if I don’t go out with the other pilots. If I’m not the one flying. Then it can all go wrong, and I can’t let that happen.”

Not the best apology you’ve ever gotten, but at least he explained himself.

“Thank you,” You say, giving in a bit and looking at him. “Apology accepted. But will you at least hold me before you go flying off again?”

“Of course,” He says, coming in close. If only for a second.

#star wars #reader insert #star wars reader insert #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #domestic december #fluff

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meimi-haneoka · 1 year

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È il mio 10 anniversario su Tumblr 🥳

It's apparently my 10th anniversary on Tumblr 😳😳😳

This blog definitely didn't start as a CCS blog, or not even a Clamp blog, I remember I was in my Saint Tail brainrot/withdrawal period, and I wanted to ramble about it all alone on a personal space, always hoping that Tachikawa sensei one day would write the extra chapter that she talked about on her blog...hence why I chose this url. For this and another personal reason, actually. I also loved to RT all the nice screencaps and edits for my favorite anime...

...then 2016 came and the love of my life, CCS, came back and my blog was absolutely swept away by the excitement, turning pretty much into a constant stream of CCS content and chapter commentary for Clear Card each month. When the anime came out in 2018, things only got worse 😂 but then in 2020 I started to realize about the translation differences between the English version and the original Japanese, and I decided that my beloved story deserved better than that, better than being misunderstood like that, especially the new characters that in the meantime I came to love so dearly...

So pretty naturally, I started to vent my frustration compiling all the mistakes/differences every month, in a very "whoever is willing to read it, is welcome to do so" fashion. For my convenience the differences are always included in my commentary. I haven't gone around promoting my posts very much, it's basically always "I run into someone confused about a line in the Eng ver/got some facts wrong, I tell them that the original JP actually says something else and I leave a link to my blog".

The more the story went on, the more I wondered if I was stepping on anyone's toes for doing these posts, but with my immense joy it seems they got Clamp's blessing, so I'll keep doing them till the very end of the story.

In between these commentaries, I throw some other translations I do mainly for myself (Twitter Spaces where Sakura is mentioned, interviews especially about the anime, etc) and that I like to organize more or less neatly in one place, and that people can share if they want. And also my fanarts, even though they never do big numbers here. But heh, I'll keep sharing them here too, cause it's my blog after all.

So yeah, 10 years of this. There were definitely times when I've hated this website and its community since things were becoming pretty toxic, flames started randomly out of nowhere, I just hope once the anime will be back it won't be the same shit again. I stopped looking at the CCS tags because of that and other reasons connected to that, so unless one of the people I follow shares it and puts it on my dash, I almost never reblog CCS art/edits/gifs etc. Cause the pretty artworks aren't worth wrecking my mood because I found the nth person shaming something that I love (and the people who love that thing, with it). Sorry about that, my blog is pretty boring in that sense.

Luckily, Tumblr brought me also good things, so I guess it makes up for that. I've met lots of people from my current CCS "circle", here.

To be honest, I know I have 2626 followers (as of today), but to this day I still wonder why. I highly doubt all of them are here because they're interested in my posts, probably not even half of them, lol (and I do my best to kick the bots). Nonetheless, thank you to all the people who interact with my posts ❤️ and thank you for sending me nice asks every month! 🙏 I don't always reply to them right away and some of them I leave for later when I have a downtime (like this one ask that's pretty broad in topic and I'm keeping it for when I have a little more time and nothing else to talk about).

Since Clear Card will continue for a little more than expected, the monthly appointment here will continue in parallel, and I'm already preparing my next "trivia" post, it's a topic I wanted to talk about since looooooong time. 😉

#10 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone #10 years on this hellsite?!#Naaaaah #You gotta be kidding me #I feel so old lol #Personal

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fnafawoundleftbleedingau · 9 months

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FNaF: Through The Static AU: Fic Sneak Peek part 10

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A few of the store fronts had at least gotten creative with their signage, elaborate and eye-catching illustrations accompanying the flowing and flashy fonts of their business names and lists of services, a local tattoo parlor and hair dressers were a couple who’d seemingly gotten the creativity memo more than the others. The owner of the new antique shop, it’s sign stating it’d be opening within the next few days, too, seemed keen on not being simple and outdone by the other stores around, for a brief moment as they drove past, she could be seen setting up some of her stranger and more outlandish items up in a chaotic display in the window. As little sense as the arrangement made at a glance, Freddy still couldn’t help but feel a bit happy to see one of those dusty old store windows used properly. They’d taken this drive to and from work and home so many times, that even when traffic was at its slowest, it all seemed to go by in a speedy haze, a few traffic lights and 4-way stops later, and Freddy pulled the car into the usual spot in the currently near empty parking lot. The only other vehicle present being the one belonging to their boss, who usually arrived long before the place was ever set to open for the day. A quartet of car doors opening and subsequently closing soon after the engine was once again cut off and the vehicle left silent rang out in the empty lot, cars zipping by down the road as the four friends walked casually up to the front door. Bonnie peered inside, cupping his hands around his face as he looked through the glass door before knocking softly. Afton usually kept the doors locked up until they opened, but would let them in early to help with setting things up for the day. “I don’t see him.” Bonnie stated, leaning back from the glass as he knocked again. “Think we should call the phone in his office or something?” “Let’s give him a minute.” Chica replied, gazing at the windows and glass doors for a moment herself. “Do you think the new animatronics are in there yet? He did say he’d have the issue fixed by this morning, right, Freddy?” Freddy nodded once. “That’s what I got from what he said at least.” Foxy tucked his hands into his coat pockets, sighing softly. “Ya see him coming to get the door yet, Bonnie?” Bonnie again pressed his face to the glass, and shook his head. “Nope.” “He’s got to be here, his car’s here after all.” Foxy spoke, stepping up to the door and knocking a bit more forcefully than Bonnie had. “Aye! Mr. Afton! Ya want our help today or not?” “If he doesn’t show up soon, do we get to go home?” Bonnie lightly teased, though swiftly had that thought dashed and let a slight look of disappointment settle on his features as William finally wandered into view from the hallway to the right of the stage. The usual unreadable expression on his face. Foxy stepped back from the door as William turned the lock and pushed it open. “My apologies, I hope you all weren’t waiting out here long.” He stated, stepping aside to welcome them in. “Oh, not at all sir.” Chica assured, following the others into the dining room as she awkwardly sidestepped through the door to put a bit more distance between William and herself. He hardly batted an eye at the palpable discomfort he seemed to inflict on others. He never really seemed to notice it at all.

Or, perhaps he did and simply, he’d long stopped caring about the vibe and image he seemed to present. Either seemed like a viable answer, at least, they did during the times Freddy and his friends had tried to deduce which it was with the evidence given to them when they had to interact with the man. Outright asking him felt like an unwise idea on several levels. “We honestly just got here a few minutes ago.” Foxy added, shifting his gaze over towards the curtain still pulled around the stage. Whether they fully meant to or not, the others stole glances towards the stage as well, and though not a feature shifted in William’s face, not even his eyes, the subtle looks apparently weren’t unnoticed or unread by him. “Ah, yes, the animatronics.” William mumbled, letting the door handle slip from his hand. “Lock the door back, will you, Freddy?” He requested as he walked towards the stage.

Freddy quickly scrambled to do as he was told before following Foxy, Bonnie and Chica as they moved at a pace a few feet behind their boss, and a bit closer to the stage. “As I said, it’ll be a bit of an adjustment, I’m sure.” William stated, a more tired quality to his voice than usual, and a general feeling that he’d not properly slept recently. Freddy wondered if the new animatronics had something to do with it, maybe he’d been working on them for quite a while now.

And taken their construction far more seriously than he’d have expected him to, considering his usual apparent lack of interest in this place. William grabbed a hold of the curtains, and slowly began to move them aside to properly show off the stage. “There are, admittedly still a few bugs in their systems that I need to work out, and I plan to introduce a few more characters to this place in due time, but, for now…” Freddy found himself almost holding his breath as a trio of new, far more high tech looking mechanical characters were brought into view before them, perched, though inactive upon the stage. -CONTINUES ON NEXT POST- PREVIOUS FIRST NEXT

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stagefoureddiediaz · 2 years

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really its because of you that ive become sort of. not obssesed but like whenever i watch the show i just. keep looking at the costumes! trying to look for the patterns in your theories and its become one of my favorite parts of this hahahah anyway, the point is i was reading some of your check theory posts earlier today and now i started rewatching animal instincts (mind you i havent read your costume meta for that ep, i shoumd have done my homework!) and it was just really interesting to see it play out perfectly! specially in the scenes with buck + connor and cameron. like, in the dinner scene buck (buck's in black, i already read that disscusion) but also connor was in check! and cameron's shirt had like a big floral pattern and all i could think about was how that was sort of a reflection on what they would bring to buck after that scene! (which also like, reinforces the idea that the sperm donor thing is a Bad Idea), then connor wearing check to buck's loft later, aaaand my favorite, which i actually spotted during my first watch, was the stripes haha (i also think like half my dash was people going insane over that last monday), and the fact that buck wasnt the only one wearing the stripes, but i dont remember exactly what was the difference between vertical and horizontal stripes rn hahaha because ofc buck saying yes to the donation is supposed to be this big life change for connor and his wife, but i dont know what it all means! im just here chilling and spotting the patterns. idk, your costume theory is stuck on loop in my head and i cannot stop thinking about it!

(and im not even gonna get into the slutty black tanktop of it all and chris's new patterned pjs! thats a job for the professionals)

how did i do? did i get the assignment right? hahahaha anyway thank you for helping me and all of us actually to appreciate the art and thought that goes into costume design, its really interesting to me and i wouldnt have started to learn more about it if it werent for you 💛 have a great weekend and see you next monday!!

jj / babygirldiazz

JJ/ babygirldiazz

I'm so sorry its taken me an age to reply to this! real life got a bit crazy for the last 10 days or so - fighting literal and metaphorical floods and fires at work so I just haven't had the brain power to go through my inbox properly until now!

I adore that you are having fun playing spot the patterns and see if they fit the theory. I hope you're now read the Animal instincts costume meta and that you enjoyed it. you're pretty spot on with your analysis of everything and the thing with stripes is that my theory is about the horizontal ones we see on lots of characters - which Conor was the one wearing in that scene.

The vertical stripes is a specific Buck thing, and they tend to accompany him being emotionally compromised (and invariably ending up making a less than stellar choice). This is really interesting and I've only just fully put two and two together on this (so JJ you get all the praise and gratitude for allowing me to spiral and go on a little Buck costume trawl) but the shooting is the first time we see Buck in vertical stripes.

And thats big - really big - because that is the moment Buck becomes emotionally compromised in a way that he hasn't been able to come back from. Everything that has been and is going on with buck stems back to the shooting. The shooting lead to a host of other choices that were less than ideal - things that he wouldn't have done, choices he wouldn't have made, if the shooting haddn't happened - letting Taylor into his life, saying ILY to her, moving her into his apartment, etc etc etc. all stem from the shooting and all are times when Buck is wearing stripes.

The ones from Let the games begin fit into this pattern - the zip front denim shirt and then the cream shirt both tie into Bucks reluctance to get a new couch - and the questioning of who he is and what he wants - the fact that he's essentially in stasis - and hasn't fully moved on with his life - leading to him trying out self help books etc as a way of figuring out what he wants from life - this is a trauma response in so many ways and those shirts are our sign - a theme the costume designers are using to tell us, the audience, that Buck isn't doing great - that he is mentally unwell and it's why these vertical striped shirts are becoming more frequent in their appearance - because he's not getting better - he's getting worse - spiralling more.

Thats why I've only just been able to really get my head around their use on Buck in the last couple of episodes - it can sometimes take a little while to figure out what a designer is trying to say with patterns and styles, and this is no exception. I fully expect us to be seeing more Buck in vertical stripes going forward until he either fully breaks down, or until he is able to start healing properly - and I'm pretty confident we won't see him stop wearing them until the shooting has been talked about by Buck and Eddie. Its sitting there hanging over them and this show is all the levels of insane and clever for the way they are using all the tools at their disposal to provide clues and information for those of us who want to spend the time looking.

Just going to sit here and feel even more feral about the shooting of it all than I already was!

I hope you have an amazing week JJ and feel free to pop into my inbox whenever you like - you've made my day!

💜💜💜

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tinymoondrops · 2 years

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Twinkle Park (Sonic/Amy)

A/N: Annnd part two (and final part) of my Valentine’s day special! I may prefer my two gay bois (Sonadow) but I do ship Sonic with a couple other characters. Amy being one of them. They’re just too cute! I apologize in advance for any spelling/grammer errors and I hope you enjoy! I’m gonna continue to post couple one shots but since Febuary is over they will no longer be Valentine’s day themed!

Sonic rolled over hitting his alarm clock and snoozing it. He hated mornings. Or at least it took him a while to get up and out of bed. Being someone who had severe ADHD it was hard for him to get a good night's rest and yet he was always up early despite that. Ah well, nothing could really be done about that. He buried his face in his pillow hoping for a few more minutes, or maybe hours, of rest. Alas, the gods were not in his favor. Not even a second later there was a familiar knock on the door.

“Sonic come on it’s time to get up.” the young kitsune with which he shared his home called.

“Five more minutes Tails!” Sonic groaned. “Please bro!”

“Normally I’d say fine but it’s February 14th. Valentine’s Day. Amy’s going to be over soon.” Tails replied barely able to contain his laughter.

It was pretty obvious that, despite the fact that Sonic kept rejecting Amy’s advances, he had a crush on her. The only person who didn’t seem to fully realize this was Sonic himself. Over the years Amy slowly started to give up any hope that he’d reciprocate her feelings, but Valentine’s day was one she would spend with Sonic no matter what. It was tradition if anything at this point. The two would go out and enjoy breakfast together then do whatever came to mind. Just spending the day together. Amy had long since accepted she couldn’t tie the free-spirited hedgehog down, but enjoyed the time they spent together on that day regardless.

This year however was different. Sonic was determined to make it so. His time on the Starfall Islands had been a wake-up call. He really did like Amy and was finally starting to accept it. Today he wanted to show her that.

“Oh shoot! I forgot! I’m up!” Sonic scrambled out of bed racing to get his socks and shoes on. Being the fastest thing alive he was ready in only seconds.

“Ok! I’m up!” Sonic announces flinging open his door to be greeted with a smirking Tails.

“Well that was fast.” Tails chuckles. At that exact moment, the doorbell rings.

“Looks like you got ready just in time.” Tails says.

“Yup! Thanks for waking me up bud. I owe ya.” Sonic chuckles ruffling the kitsune's fur before racing off down the stairs and to the front door maneuvering around Tails’ moving box

“Hey Ames!” Sonic grins as he opens the door to greet the pink hedgehog.

“Sonic! You’re actually ready on time for once.” she laughs.

“Yeah well it helps when your genius bro acts like a backup alarm.” he rolls his eyes jokingly.

“That explains a lot actually.” Amy giggles.

“You ready to get some grub?” Sonic asks. Amy nods in response. Sonic steps out of the house locking the door behind him before turning to Amy and extending his arm in a dorky manner.

“M’lady!” he bows his head a stupid grin on his face. Amy can’t help but blush as she links her arm with Sonic before the two take off, it surprises even her that the blue blur can still have this effect on her.

Guess you never really can get over your first crush. Especially when he’s super flirtatious on a normal basis. She still doesn’t expect anything out of this day quickly dashing the hope rising in her heart completely unaware of Sonic’s master plan.

The two make some small talk as they walk enjoying the breeze. It’s surprisingly nice for February. They enjoy the scenery as they walk Amy points out the occasional flower or bird causing the two to pause and take a moment. Normally Sonic would be annoyed by these delays only hiding it to spare his friend's feelings but today, today he loves taking this time. It gives him more time to admire Amy and listen to her sweet voice as they talk about this and that. He wishes this walk would never end.

Eventually, though the two make it to the little restaurant they like to visit on this day. It’s out of the way of crowds and noise. Being the hero of Mobius comes with a lot of press so it was nice for the two not to have to worry about that as they enjoyed their breakfast.

“Here Amy.” Sonic leads her over to a table pulling out a chair for her. “I’ll go order us some tea and coffee rolls.” he says as Amy sits down.

It’s their usual on this day. Made extra special, for Amy at least, by the fact that everything is made to scream Valentine’s day!

The shop is littered with heart-shaped napkins and streamers. Vases with pink roses sit in the center of every table. Every cup and plate is adorned with a heart pattern. The coffee rolls and donuts are all shaped like hearts. Amy can’t get enough. Sonic on the other hand could take it or leave it.

“Alright. You remember what tea I like?” Amy asks tilting her head as Sonic pushes in her chair.

“Of course I do! What do you take me for!” he gasps in mock hurt.

“A hedgehog with severe ADHD.” she laughs.

“Ok fair.” Sonic snorts. “But yes I remember.” he pats her head before racing to the counter to put in their order. He had to resist the urge to kiss her cheek, but nope today he must be patient. It will all pay off by the end of the night. He smiles softly to himself.

Lost in thought the line passed quicker than it usually does for him. He was a bit surprised when he got to the front giving the cashier his order. He flashed them a smile when he noticed they seemed a bit flustered around him. It was alright though. He didn’t mind being kind to his fans. He made a bit of small talk with the cashier since there wasn’t anyone else in line at this point until his order was ready. Saying goodbye and giving the cashier a salute he raced off to grab the rolls and tea before heading back to Amy who was occupied with her phone.

“Hey, Ames! I got the food!” he grins setting it down on the table.

“Oh! Thank you Sonic!” she offered him a smile. “I was just coordinating with Cream, Sticks, and Vanilla. You know that road trip I mentioned?” Sonic nodded in response. “We’re putting all the plans together now. It should be fun!” Amy giggles.

“Yeah, I bet!” Sonic grins. ‘You’ll have to send me a bunch of pictures.”

“Oh I will! You know me. I like to document everything!” she giggles.

“I’ll have to get you more scrapbook gear soon.” Sonic laughs. “Your really good at it! It’s nice to have someone who keeps all our adventures documented so we can look back whenever we want to.”

Amy blushes. “It’s nothing. It helps keep me occupied when we don’t have anything going on.”

“Well, again you're good at it! You could even make your own business out of it. In fact, you have many talents that you could probably make a business out of.” Sonic laughs. “Your pretty resourceful.”

“T-That’s really sweet of you to say.” Amy blushes slightly.

“It’s the truth.” Sonic shrugs taking a swig of his tea.

Amy giggles and the two continue with their normal conversation.

After a while, the two have finished up their food and are getting ready to head out.

“Hey, Ames can I pick out where we hang this time round?” Sonic asks as he takes Amy’s hand leading her out the door.

Amy raises an eyebrow. “Alright but I’m not spending the day on a race course or eating chili dogs.”

“Trust me!” Sonic snorts. “I think your gonna like this.” he smiles.

“Alright, we’ll see hedgehog.” Amy teases.

After a few moments of walking, it becomes very clear where they’re heading.

“Oh my god Sonic!” Amy’s face lights up. “Are you serious!”

“As the plague!” Sonic declares placing a hand over his heart.

“But you’ve never wanted to go here with me before!” she smiles in excitement.

“Well there’s a first time for everything isn’t there.” he chuckles as the two approach Twinkle Park.

They enter the amusement park Amy looks around wide-eyed with excitement. Like the cafe, everything is decked out for Valentine’s Day and there are a bunch of couples running around happily.

Sonic chuckles to himself as he buys two tickets before taking Amy’s hand and leading her into the park.

“Come on! I wanna check out the rollercoaster!” he grins.

“You really are an adrenaline junky.” Amy laughs as the two run off to the nearest coaster.

The day is a flurry of activity. Games, rides, and food! Sonic even ends up winning Amy a stuffed bear which she happily hugs onto for the remainder of the day.

“Hey Ames I have an idea for our last ride!” he grins pointing to the Ferris wheel.

“Really Sonic? I never thought that was a ride you would enjoy.” Amy cocks an eyebrow.

“Well, I’m not one to pass up a killer view!” Sonic grins.

“Well I guess that’s fair.” Amy giggles.

“Come on let’s go before the line gets too long!” Sonic exclaims taking her hand and racing with her to the line.

They only have to wait a few minuets before hopping into their seat and only a few more before they make it to the top and stop.

“This really is a great view!” Amy smiles looking out at the park below them. The lights and music drifting up to them.

“Mhmm!” Sonic smiles. “And it’s the perfect place for this.” Despite his racing heart Sonic gently turns Amy to face him leaning in slowly to give her time to pull away. Her face lights up turning bright red, but she dosn’t turn away. No. This has been something she’s wanted for years and only gotten in dreams.

The moment dosn’t last long as Sonic’s lips meet Amy’s. Instead the anticipation turns into something else. Something better. As fireworks light up the sky, per Twinkle Park’s normal night time routine, Amy feels like her heart might explode. She quickly kisses back her eyes closing as her arms warp around Sonic’s neck.

For Sonic it feels like the world is on fire. He never realized his heart could go this fast, and that’s saying something! He wraps his arms around Amy pulling her closer as the two melt into the magical moment, the world melting around them only leaving the two of them.

All too soon the moment ends and the two pull away for air.

“I umm I r-really like you Ames.” Sonic blushes running a hand through his quills, his nervous habit. “I was just too stupid to realize sooner, and for that I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok Sonic! I’ve waited this long havn’t I?” Amy giggles. “I’d honestly given up hope at this point.”

Sonic takes Amy’s hand and squeezes it.

“I know this is pretty bad timing considering you’re leaving for that trip soon but…I finally wanted to tell. Seeing you trapped like that when we were on the Starfall Islands. Not being able to talk to you…it made me realize how much I care about you. How much you mean to me. I cannot picture my life without you in it.” Sonic smiles. “And that’s not me trying to make you stay. I want you to go out and spread all that love you have in that big heart of yours, but just know you have someone waiting for you to come back. That is if you’ll have me.”

“Don’t be silly! Of course I want to be your girlfriend.” she giggles. “I’d stopped chasing you but I never stopped loving you.”

Sonic smiles cupping her cheek in his hand. She leans into his touch humming cotently.

“I’m glad Amy.” he smiles. “I’m really glad.”

Amy nuzzles up to him resting her head on his shoulder hugging the teddy bear he won her close. With is arm wrapped around her shoulder she feels complete.

The two spend the rest of the ride snuggled together. Finally together after all these years.

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izdatazn · 9 months

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Welcome to S.U.I.TS Initiation By Fire

TERRAN 4 - YOKOHAMA

"I'm glad we arrived just in time," Hideki remarked, his voice filled with relief. "If it hadn't been for us, that thing would have killed you. Kumiko did nothing to protect you."

"At least I made an effort!" Kumiko shouted defensively. "That must be the target! I thought we had him!" She stormed off for a moment.

Ren came over and helped me heal my hand using a strange pink glow.

"Come here and let me stitch you up," Nanako said, following Kumiko.

We were still on the rooftop while the others tended to our wounds. Ren nervously shared with Hideki how he had fought the figure one-on-one, even though we all knew it was a lie. As I looked at each of them, confusion lingered within me.

Nanako spoke again, her voice apologetic. "I'm sorry for keeping this a secret, Kobayashi, but Modegi-san and Asuka wanted to wait until the right time before revealing it."

"What?" I asked, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Hideki explained concisely, “To put it simply, your friends were targeted and killed.”

“Targeted? And killed?" My confusion deepened.

"Yes," Ren confirmed calmly. “Your memory knows that you’ve met me and my sister when I was in middle school and high school respectively but your memory was altered when we died protecting you. We’ve been entrusted by Shigihara-san to protect you from our current enemies."

“Although we aren’t the strongest people in this group," Hideki added earnestly,"we are committed to carrying out this task despite risking our lives.”

"Okay," I said hesitantly, still trying to process everything thrown at me."But why do I need protection? Why are those things attacking me?"

"It's because you’re special,” Kumiko interjected with conviction. "You may not realize it, but our enemies want something from you; something even Daisuke and Asuka don't fully understand. You are one of the few special people here." Kumiko's voice softened as Nanako healed her wound. She joined us in our group and continued, "We've tried altering your memories multiple times, hoping you wouldn't remember. But it seems after that incident a few months ago at the café, your memories can no longer be changed."

"It's not just within this school, Kobayashi," Hideki revealed. "Our enemy has gained influence in the Yokohama area, but we also have our own sources there."

"It's not only happening at school but also in Yokohama," I felt overwhelmed by the amount of information they were giving me. Kumiko yelled at Hideki for sharing more details.

Hideki defended himself by saying, "He would have found out sooner or later when he stepped outside of school. We won't be safe until we capture or eliminate our intended target."

The pink glow around my hand disappeared and the injury was completely healed. I squeezed my hand to check for any pain; there was none.

"Look," Kumiko sighed. "We can't protect you and search for our target at the same time, but the situation is getting worse. We need your help in finding the leader in this school. I'll give you some time to think, but be quick about it."

The sound of the bell echoed through the classroom, marking the end of our first day back at school. While my classmates chattered excitedly and hurriedly made their way around the room, I sat quietly at my desk. The noise level was moderate, both in our classroom and in the hallway as students began to depart for the day. Unexpectedly, Hideki took a seat next to me.

"Don't let it bother you," Hideki whispered.

I sighed, burying my face in my arms. "How can I not? I thought I knew Kumiko."

"She's protecting you. We all are," he reassured me.

As we spoke, a few people sprinted past our classroom with heavy bags, followed closely by Sho and Nanako. Shortly after them, Saki dashed by in the hallway.

"They're practicing hard today," Hideki commented. "They have a match against our rivals."

"I should be with them," I replied sadly. "The track and field tournament is coming up."

“You need to rest for a few days to heal your injury” Hideki stood up and walked over to me, patting my shoulder gently. "I need to go take my sister home," he said reassuringly. "Don't be too hard on yourself; everything will be okay." He then left to join his sister outside of the classroom.

I remained seated for a few more minutes until only a handful of students lingered in the room with me. Finally deciding it was time to leave as well, I passed others who were congregating in the hallway before descending a flight of stairs towards several shoe cupboards near the entrance. After changing into different shoes there, I exited through the door and joined everyone heading towards the gate.

Lost in thought about leaving school for the day, I didn't hear someone calling my name until I felt a light tap on the back of my head. Turning around to see who it was, Kumiko appeared beside me with a smile on her face. She playfully flicked my head and asked if I was okay.

"I'm fine," I nodded solemnly.

"How's your injury?"

"What injury?" She raised her left hand with a smile. "Nanako patched me up really well." Changing the subject quickly, she said, "Oh, there's this café I've been wanting to go to. Will you join me?”

“What about training?”

“I’m only missing a day.” She answered. “They’ll be fine without me.

I agreed to join her, but I didn't expect it would be in the city, specifically Yokohama's Chinatown. As usual, it was crowded because everyone had finished work and was having dinner.

"Why does it have to be in Chinatown? I thought it would be closer to school," I complained.

"Stop complaining and keep walking," she said, tightly holding onto my wrist since we arrived at Chinatown. She probably knew that if I had known beforehand, I might have tried to run away. In fact, I probably would have.

Kumiko turned a corner and led us into a narrow alleyway. People passed by without noticing us or questioning why two young teenagers were in such a suspicious-looking place. She stopped and slid open a door, releasing my wrist before stepping inside. I stood outside for a few moments until she reappeared.

"What are you doing? We're waiting for you," she exclaimed before disappearing back into the building. Once again, curiosity got the better of me as to who was waiting for us or perhaps just me. Deciding to investigate further, I entered through the door and closed it behind me. The room was cramped with only four chairs surrounding a half-oval table. Kumiko, Asuka, and Daisuke were already seated while one seat remained empty next to the door where I sat down. They were no longer dressed peculiarly; Asuka wore her uniform while Daisuke sported his white coat.

"Should we really be here?" I asked cautiously. "We're underage."

"Don't worry kid," reassured Daisuke as he took a sip from his drink. "I'm not planning on getting all of you drunk at once—I can't carry all of you if that happens." He chuckled lightly.

"They wanted to meet up with you outside of school and somewhere undisclosed," Kumiko explained as she noticed the bartender emerging from the back area. "Mr. Watoga, may I have some water?"

"Coming right up," Mr. Watoga replied as he cleaned one of the drinking glasses before turning his attention toward me.

"I'll have some water and sashimi," I replied politely.

He turned and walked towards the back, leaving me feeling uncomfortable sitting in the cramped restaurant. The others seemed unfazed, continuing their conversation about everyday life.

Asuka Shigihara is a dear friend of ours whom I have known since we were toddlers. She holds a special place in my heart. She attends a prestigious school that recruited her for her exceptional skills in track and field before my school had the chance to recruit her. Unfortunately, I don't get to see her as often during weekdays even though we live in the same neighborhood as Kumiko and me.

Moreover, Asuka takes immense pride in her father's ownership of a renowned Japanese confectionery shop in our vicinity, which has been handed down through generations. Since its inception here, the store has flourished and branched out across Yokohama and other areas. Even with numerous branches, patrons from various locations still make it a point to visit the original store. On occasion, Asuka lends a hand to her father during her leisure time.

On the other hand, Asuka's mother has a job in close proximity to the emperor and prime minister, and possesses more influence than my own father. This is because her family has a long history of working with previous emperors and prime ministers since the Meiji Restoration. It is another achievement that Asuka can be proud of. Despite her mother being occupied with the responsibilities associated with working alongside the prime minister, I occasionally witness her lending a hand at their store as well. The tale of how Asuka's parents crossed paths remains a mystery; she hasn't disclosed it to me either.

As I observed Daisuke Modegi, who was quietly sipping his coffee, I couldn't help but notice his every move. Daisuke Modegi is a few years older than us and is currently engaged in post-graduate studies. We first became acquainted during our second year of middle school, shortly after he had graduated from college. Back then, he was just another unfamiliar face that crossed my path. To this day, he still remains one of the most enigmatic individuals I've ever encountered because he only confided in me about his college journey and post-graduate studies until today that is.

"Kid," Daisuke spoke up breaking my thoughts."Your awkwardness is making me uncomfortable.You don't need to worry."

"About what?" I asked.

"We are inside an illusion shield." Asuka spoke up too."No one knows about this except us. Our enemies can't feel our energy when we're within this shield."

"Enemy?"I asked."You talk like this is normal."

Kumiko added,"He can't feel the presence of friend or foe within a five-kilometer radius. Yet he felt their presence when danger approached.”

Daisuke shook his empty cup."He does have power but doesn't know it yet.I'll skip formalities and get straight to the point because we keep getting interrupted."

Asuka continued,”We were also tasked to protect you from a dangerous group that’s been hunting you down since we were kids.” The bartender stepped out from the back with water and food. He gave them to us as Asuka ordered more food. The bartender nodded and walked back in. Asuka continued,"What's difficult for me in general is that I can’t protect you when I’m at a different school and Daisuke studying his post grad which I assembled Kumiko and our friends to help us out. There’s enemy trackers in the general area."

"General area?" I asked."You mean my school?"

“No, Kobayashi." Asuka paused, looking at me.I waited for her to speak. Instead, I felt multiple enemy presences nearby, but then suddenly they vanished. My heart started beating slightly faster, and I felt a bead of sweat on my forehead.

"That is the shield level lowering for you feel our enemy as well as our ally within a five-kilometer radius," she said calmly. She reached for a piece of chicken near me and took a bite before continuing. "As you might have noticed, they've spread out in Yokohama, but the real danger lies at your school where they're coordinating with their leader.” Kumiko added as she took another sip,"We can't keep protecting you while altering your memory. Your body seems to be rejecting these alterations these days."

"Alterations?" I asked in a low voice."What do you mean?"

"You're not the only person who has this gift," Asuka explained. The owner came out from the back again and placed ramen noodles in front of Daisuke before going back into the kitchen. As she took another bite from her food, she continued.“Usually we put spells on special people until it wears off when they turn 20.”

Daisuke slurped his soup, mumbling through his chewing.“But for some reason, the alterations are getting shorter because your body is strongly rejecting them.”He swallowed and drank some water before continuing.“That dream you had with the Red Lady? It’s real.”

Confused, I looked at him. He repeated himself, "The Red Lady is real and you're not dreaming this time.” I poured a pitcher of water into my cup and took a sip. The others continued talking while I stared forward, lost in my thoughts. The fact that the Red Lady was real and wanted something from me weighed heavily on me. I felt my hand shaking as I held the cup to my lips.

"You have the same expression as our friend when we revealed that she's also one of us," Kumiko said, interrupting my thoughts. "But I don't want you to end up like her."

She had mentioned her close friend multiple times, but I didn't realize she was just like me. I didn't ask what happened to her since it was a sensitive topic, but Kumiko continued speaking as she took another bite of tempura from her bento box.

"Anyway, let's switch topics."

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[TEXT 2:31 PM] : I just had to finger myself with the cum you left in my panties. You have no idea how good it feels to do that. To have you inside of me even when I can't have you just made me want you more

[TEXT 2:33 PM] : Will you give me more?

[TEXT 3:00 PM] : Please, even if it's just a quickie in your office. I don't care

[TEXT 3:15 PM] : If you don't cum in me soon I think I'll go crazy

he's silent during the meeting - phone on the desk in front, the directors around him talking. for now, reeve spins a spiel all about the potential for growth in sectors 1 through 3; he suggests it as if it isn't a massive waste of the budget. all heidegger can do is role his eyes. roll his eyes and quickly lose interest, his eyes dropping to the device before him; screen alit with the words of his lover.

the first text has a smirk crawl along the edges of his lips - the second bares fangs. but rather than reply, he sits still. dashes his eyes up at reeve while he speaks, the grin across his lips unwavering. ( perhaps noticable enough to make the architect, uncomfortable ). regardless, reeve continues his presentation - scarlet speaks, palmer talks; when attention shifts to heidegger, all he can do is shrug. like he gives a shit.

with attention once more taken off of him - he notices the allure of his phone again; another text. this time, a little more desperate. a little more promising - were he a weaker willed sort, he'd be fighting off a semi right around now.

once again; he chooses to ignore it. dons a smirk as his thoughts toil with a reply. should he simply leave her hanging? ignore her begging in the hopes when he sees her later, she'll be on her knees? or perhaps he should reply; excuse himself for a second - give her a call. order her to pleasure herself in his stead from the other end of a phone.

for now, he retains his silence. shifts his gaze once more unto the meeting, seconds soon turned to minutes before his phone buzzes for perhaps the last time.

this time, he responds.

[ text 3:17pm ] : Then go crazy.

he leaves it; switches his phone off for the remainder of the meeting - only turns it back on when he's finally a long way away from the boardroom. hauled up his office's private bathroom. a photo snapped of his thick, throbbing cock - sent to her amidst a myriad of more desperate messages that had since come through. alongside his filth, he sends a simple message.

[ text 4:22pm ] : Be in my office in five minutes, otherwise, I'm fucking all of your holes today.

a funny thing a threat - especially as he lies; he'll be doing both of those things no matter what time she arrives.

#(answered)#tw; notsafeforshinra #love them hate them #(ic)#man didnt even specify the order smh

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chrisevansleftpeck · 3 years

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Blueberry Muffins - Spencer Reid x Baker!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warnings: None whatsoever lmao

CHAPTER 4

It’d been a week since your library date with Spencer. You guys had talked three or four times over text about little things, or sent each other the occasional meme since then. Not much was happening, though. Spencer was out on a case in Florida while you were stuck here, in the icy tundra that Virginia had become. It was snowing now, not just light, airy snow either, but compactable, icy snow. The drive to work had become a pain in the ass, sheets of ice blanketing the roads.

You arrived just shy of twenty minutes late to work. When you entered, the door jingling behind you, your eyes were met with a slammed bakery. Nearly every table was occupied, nine customers were in line to order, three other customers were purchasing their pastries, and you could hear more than three rushed voices in the kitchen. You sighed heavily, jesus.

You quickly tied a company apron around your waist while speed-walking to the kitchen. The first thing in sight as soon as you entered were five bakers, Gen being one of them. You snuck up behind Gen, watching her stir a thick batch of simple syrup in a cast iron saucepan.

“What the hell is happening, we’re never this rushed?” You asked her, looking around and for the first time, seeing unfamiliar faces in the kitchen.

Gen mentally noted your anxiety, “You know that new church ten minutes away?” You nodded. The Saints Baptist Church had been under construction for a while now. The church had finally been finished four or five days ago. “Well, today was their first service and it seems everyone came rushing here afterwards.”

“Shit. I hope this isn’t every Sunday.” You whispered under your breath.

“I do.” You gave her a funny look. Who’d want to relive this? “What? More business, more money.” You sighed, knowing she was right. You could use the money anyway. This job’s salary barely left you more money than you needed for the basic necessities. You splurged on books anyway, though.

The day was coming to an end, and you and Gen were sanitizing the place and turning off ovens and machines. You’d busted your tired ass, wiping down tables, interacting with customers and bakers, baking chocolate-chunk cookies, fudge brownies, and sweet, puffy pastries. And on top of it all, every moment you weren’t thinking about work, you were thinking about Spencer. You were thinking about that sweet kiss you shared beneath that light pole, and just how much you’d love to do that again.

You tried not to overthink it though. Spencer was busy with work, probably. He’d expressed that he’d be busy most of last week. You were starting to learn just how demanding his job was.

Once you finished cleaning, you waved goodbye to Gen, tossing her the keys to let her close up the bakery. The blackness of the night hit your eyes as soon as you exited. The place had been a mess and you worked overtime that night. It was much later than when you usually left.

You regretted walking to work that morning, now having to walk back to your apartment alone in the freezing cold. As you trot down the sidewalks, your night went from exhausting and feeling like shit to excited and feeling…different. You reached into your pocket to grab your phone when you felt it buzz against your jeans. You pulled it out while waiting for a crosswalk light to change to green:

Hey, do you want to call? I’m sorry I haven’t been in touch, new information keeps coming up on an old case. I also did a lecture at a college the other day, so I’ve been busy. I’m out of town on a case crashing at a hotel right now. My roommate is in the shower so maybe we can do a short call-date? I don’t really know, if you don’t like it we don’t have to.

Spencer

You smiled, looking up quickly to see the crosswalk light had changed to green. You seized those four seconds and dashed across the road to the other sidewalk. Only a couple blocks from your sweet little apartment now. Instead of replying, you continued your way, running vigorously. Who knew how much time his roommate planned on spending in the shower. It could be an hour- or even ten minutes.

Entering your apartment quickly, you dropped your phone on the couch to go run a brush through your hair. Not much time for makeup, so you did some quick mascara and tinted lip gloss. You grabbed your phone again to shakily reply while trying to change into a nicer button-up cardigan.

I’m free now. Just call when you can. :)

Your dumbass was too stressed to worry about the weird smiley face you sent with the message. It’d become a way to end a sentence without seeming forceful or rude. People always mistaken tone of voice over text, and you didn’t have room for those complications with Spencer.

Within a few minutes, you’d situated yourself on your soft, cheap, sand-brown couch when your phone began to ring in your hands, Spencer’s name popping up. You answered without hesitation, maybe even a little bit too fast.

“Hey!” Spencer said, appearing thrilled to see you. You couldn’t hold in your smile either.

“Hey, what state did they stick you in?” You asked, propping your phone up against an unlit candle on your coffee table. You relaxed on your couch, sitting criss-cross.

Spencer laughed, seemingly distracted. “Um, North Carolina. Not, uh, not too far.” He looked down into his hands and smiled.

“What? Does North Carolina make you laugh?” You asked, smiling.

“No, uh, you look nice.” He said looking back at his phone- back at you.

You nodded, “Thanks.”

“I like the special pajama pants touch.” He laughed.

No way. You threw on red and black, plad, fluffy pajama pants thinking that Spencer wouldn’t see. You completely forgot to hit your waist-down.

“Shit.” You said too loudly. You threw your head back on the couch and covered your eyes with both hands, laughing.

You could hear Spencer laughing too, just a few seconds in delay. “I figured you didn’t mean to do that on purpose.” You looked back at him again, cheeks flushed, feeling stupid. “No, I didn’t.” You laughed. “Truth, I was walking home from work when you texted, and I ran three blocks and threw on some makeup and a nicer button-up cardigan.”

Spencer seemed shocked, yet almost sad. “You didn’t have to do that. I think you always look perfect, even at one am.” He laughed, adding on the last part.

You digested it for a moment: Spencer didn’t think you looked great, he thought you looked perfect. Maybe the wording was an accident, that was a little extreme. But maybe it wasn’t, maybe he really meant perfect.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked.

You broke out of your fixated state, “Yeah, yeah, sorry.” It was quiet for a moment again, so you thought quickly, “Hey, do you have anything to drink? Wine, beer, coffee, tea, anything?”

Spencer disappeared from the frame for a minute as he reached to the left of his phone. He reentered holding a cup of tea, the traces of steam rising in contrast to his darker shirt. “Chamomile, I don’t get much sleep. Chamomile’s effect on sleep comes from its flavonoid content. Chamomile’s flavonoid is apigenin. It binds to benzodiazepine receptors in your brain, which has a sedative effect and helps soothe anxiolytic responses.” You were quiet for a minute, smiling without showing teeth, trying to hold it in. “Anxiolytic, like anxiety, you know?”

“Yeah. I just don’t know how your brain has room for all that information. “ You laughed, “It’s inhuman!”

“Sorry, sorry, I ramble sometimes. I’m told I ramble a lot.” He smiled, looking down at his hands which you can only imagine were fidgeting.

You let a few seconds pass by, “Well, I like your rambles a lot.” He appeared too stunned to speak. You wondered if telling him you liked his nerdy nonsense (which you really, really did) was the same as him telling you you look perfect.

You watched Spencer’s mouth open, about to start another sentence when the door leading to the bathroom behind him opened, revealing a tall, bald, rather attractive black man wrapped in a towel. You weren’t one for six-pack guys, though. You usually liked them nerdy with glasses, a passion for books, food, and somewhat feminine-looking.

“Hey Kid, wanna hand me those shorts?” The man called.

Spencer whipped his head around, “Yeah.” He turned around and grabbed a pair of shorts laying behind him on the bed and threw them in the guy’s direction. Spencer then turned his attention back towards you, “Hey, I’m sorry, I gotta go. I get home in two days, on Sunday.”

“The bad guys can’t even spare a full weekend?” You asked rhetorically, hearing the man chuckle in the back.

“They’re on their own schedule.” Spencer smiled. He was bright red, face and neck, tattooed onto him like forever blush.

You nodded, “I’ll see you whenever you have off on the week you get back then, okay?”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows, “Are you not free on Sunday?” He asked, not taking you for the religious type.

“No, no, I just thought you’d want to rest. A day at home by yourself after work?” You suggested. Duly noted: Spencer was an insomniac. The first time Spencer contacted you, it was 1 am, and he was wide awake, wanting to leave his apartment. He’d texted you just at 11 or 12 before, and now, he was offering to spend Sunday night with you- his one night of freedom- while calling you and drinking chamomile tea. See? You weren’t all that bad at connecting the dots either.

“No, I’m fine, I sleep on the plane.” He said, running his fingers through his hair nervously, well aware the other man’s eyes were on him.

“Whatever works for you. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Have a good night, try to actually sleep.” You tagged on that last sentence in hope of it doing something for him. Maybe he’d listen.

“Thanks, goodnight, Y/N.” He smiled, waving to you as you hung up.

Once double checking that the phone was actually hung up, you squealed, bringing your knees close to your chest. That night, sleep would be easy for both you and Spencer, dreaming of each other.

#fluff #fanfiction #fanfic #cm #criminal minds #writing #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #baker!reader #bau #y/n #reader #dr reid #criminalminds

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hi! i love ur writing sm <3 i'm not sure if you have rules for requests or not, and you can just ignore this if you don't feel comfortable writing this! but can i get a sova x male reader where sova just kinda gay panics everytime he's near reader ,, like, sova'll miss his shots in the training room when he realizes reader is nearby and stuff? :D

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I hope this is alright. I tried to make this really fluffy and cute. I was kind of inspired by the song “Clumsy” by Fergie, but this imagine doesn't follow the song exactly. It also has a happy ending too.

Anyways, I really hope you like this, anon! I also hope anyone else who reads this likes it too.

If you want to request anything, you can do so here.

Word count: 1693

Warnings: Slight blood.

Clumsy ‘Cause I’m Fallin’ in Love - Sova x Male Reader

You had arrived at the shooting range a little later than usual that morning. You had slept in a little by accident, but you weren’t all too concerned. There was no rush to get there today, much to your relief.

You reached the shooting range to find Sova getting set up with a Vandal in his hands. You entered just as he was about to put on a pair of noise-cancelling headphones.

“Sova, how’s it going?” you greeted nonchalantly.

Sova furiously spun around, his Vandal pointed towards the ground. “Very well, Y/N. You’re coming later than usual.”

You shrugged with a sheepish grin. “I slept in. Were you waiting for me?”

“I...” Sova hesitated before speaking again. “I was hoping to train with you.”

“Oh, I didn’t know,” you said, your tone apologetic.

“Do not worry,” Sova replied softly. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

“Yes, let’s,” you remarked.

Both of you threw on noise-cancelling headphones and selected your weapons of choice. You didn’t pay any mind to your surroundings, save for the Phantom in your hands and the target standing several feet away from you. Training was the only thing your mind was honed on.

You were so focused on the training at hand that you hadn’t paid Sova any mind. You snuck a glance at the Russian a couple of times, but not enough to fully distract you. It wasn’t safe to lose focus on shooting the target, especially with a large gun in your hands.

After a considerable amount of time had passed, you stopped to change out the magazine of your gun. You snuck another glance over at Sova out of sheer curiosity. What you hadn’t expected was to see him staring back at you with...admiration? Respect? It was hard to tell.

As soon as you noticed him staring, Sova blinked hard and looked away.

“You okay?” you shouted, hoping he would hear your voice despite the noise-cancelling headphones.

Sova took off his pair as his face flushed. “I...I have to be somewhere. Please excuse me.”

He swiftly put the Vandal and headphones away before dashing out of the shooting range in a hurry. You blinked with concern as you watched him walk out of sight.

You weren’t sure if Sova was telling the truth, but decided against chasing him for an explanation. You still needed to train; it couldn’t wait any longer. Besides, it was probably nothing.

...

You didn’t talk to Sova again until during a mission, when you two were paired up to scout A site at Breeze. It wasn’t a risky mission for once; you two just needed to grab intel and then get the hell out of there.

Unfortunately for you two, the Mirror Cypher and Mirror Jett had spotted you two during said mission. This led to an intense firefight that neither you nor Sova had expected. It lasted far longer than you wished as you and Sova took cover behind the right pyramid.

“Jett’s been hit pretty bad,” you remarked in between gritted teeth. “I hit her in the shoulder.”

“They’ll be forced to retreat,” Sova suggested.

He suddenly peaked from the middle of the pyramids and raised his Vandal up to aim. You looked from the other side of the right pyramid to see Jett hobbling away, clutching her bloody shoulder with one hand. Cypher was trailing behind, his back towards them.

Sova shot at the latter Mirror agent, only to miss both agents completely. Your eyes almost bulged out of your head; Sova never missed a shot. This was also a shot on an agent whose back was turned towards him. Yet the Russian had missed.

“We should go,” you said once the Mirror agents were out fo sight. “We got what we wanted anyways.”

“Let’s,” Sova replied, his voice uneasy.

“Are you okay?” you asked. “You missed the Mirror Cypher.”

“Yes, I’m aware,” Sova stated. “I...”

You narrowed your eyes in confusion. “What?”

“It is nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“Y/N, we need to go before the enemy returns. Please, let’s get out of here...brother.”

You sighed, seeing that you weren’t going to get an answer out of Sova anytime soon. “If you insist.”

As you two got out of Breeze for headquarters, your mind drifted back to Sova missing a clear shot on Mirror Cypher. How did he miss that? Why did he miss it? No explanation made sense to you- from the most logical to the most farfetched of them.

Just what the hell was going on with your brother in arms?

...

It was the following afternoon when you were eating lunch alone in the eating area when Sova appeared out of the corner of your eye.

“You’re eating alone?”

“Chamber was supposed to join me, but he bailed last minute. Killjoy needed to talk to him about something.”

Sova frowned. “You were going to have lunch with Chamber?”

“Is that a problem?” you inquired, matching your comrade’s frown.

“No,” Sova replied, his face tinged pink. “Sorry, I...I didn’t expect you to say that.”

You relaxed in your seat before polishing off the last of your lunch. “It’s fine- really.”

Sova was about to take the seat across from you, but hesitated all of a sudden.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“I need to go,” Sova remaked lamely.

“Again?”

But Sova had already begun to walk away, leaving you baffled. You didn’t think you had said or done anything to hurt his feelings. Why did he have to leave as soon as he had shown up?

...

You hoped to talk to Sova again after your last encounter with him. But as it turned out, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Both of you were swarmed with your respective work, thanks to either Brimstone or Sage. It annoyed you a little, as you really wanted to chat with Sova and there simply weren’t enough hours in the day to do exactly that.

That being said, a small part of you felt that perhaps this was for the best. Sova seemed to take issue with you; what exactly, you had no clue. But maybe some distance between you two would allow him to figure out what was going on with him.

You didn’t run into Sova again until almost two weeks later, when you spotted him just as you were leaving the shooting range after practice.

“Hey, long time no see,” you chuckled. “How are you?”

Sova seemed to draw a blank, leaving you more confused than ever. Your question hadn’t been serious whatsoever! You didn’t tease him either, as you had learned long ago that most of it went over his head. But your innocent question had left Sova a blushing mess.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Again, Sova didn’t reply. It seemed as though he was trying to figure out how to respond- or if he should respond at all.

“Hello? Sova??” you called out. You painted a small grin on your face, hoping it would put his mind at ease.

“I...Sorry, Y/N,” Sova remarked with a nearly beat red face. “Can we please talk elsewhere?”

You raised your eyebrows. “Now?”

Sova nodded. “Yes, now.”

“Yeah, of course,” you replied.

You followed Sova to a secluded sitting area outside of headquarters. Both of you sat on a wooden bench, the sun shining brightly in the sky above. A small canopy kept the rays from hitting either of you directly as a couple of white clouds milled about the blue sky.

“You’ve not been yourself,” you stated very matter of fact.

“I know,” Sova said, his voice rather pained for a change. “And I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ve embarrassed myself greatly in front of you- both on and off the battlefield.”

“I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re worried about,” you interrupted. “I’m concerned- but not mad.”

Sova seemed relieved, though only just. “I’m glad to hear that, Y/N.”

“What’s wrong, though?” you asked. “You missed that shot on the Cypher the other day- something you would’ve normally hit without hesitation. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you miss a shot! And you’ve been acting so odd around me too.”

As you rambled, you noticed Sova’s gaze move to the ground. You frowned when you finished explaining yourself.

“Are you feeling burnt out again?” you questioned. “If that’s the case-”

“That is not it,” Sova interrupted.

You raised your eyebrows, having not expected that. “Oh?”

“Sova exhaled loudly before looking you in the eye. “Y/N, I...I have feelings for you that are...more than friendly.”

The revelation rendered you mute for a full minute, not to mention wide eyes.

“Really?” you squeaked as you tried to collect your thoughts.

“Really,” Sova confirmed, looking at the ground again. “If you don’t feel the same way-”

“I wasn’t suggesting that,” you countered, turning to face him. “In fact...I feel the same for you.”

Sova snapped his head back up at you, clearly taken aback by your admission. “I did not know.”

“I figured flirting with you would be a waste of time ‘cause it’d go over your head,” you confessed. “Besides, I didn’t think you were into guys.”

“I guess we have more to learn about each other,” Sova commented with a newfound grin.

“Guess so,” you laughed. “Is that why you’ve been acting so weird lately?”

Sova nodded. “Whenever you were close, I would get...nervous around you. I tried to relax, but it never seemed to worked. I didn’t know why at first, but I realized why after thinking it over for a long time.”

“I understand,” you said, inching closer to the Russian. “Now you have no reason to be nervous anymore.”

“There is one more thing,” Sova admitted, his voice uncertain.

“Oh? What’s that?”

“Would it be alright if I kissed you, Y/N? Please?”

You smiled wide for the first time since the chat had begun. “It would be more than alright with me.”

Sova returned your smile before you two locked lips in your first tender kiss. What happened next was anyone’s guess- but that was more than okay with you. All that mattered was exploring your feelings with Sova further.

#sova x reader #valorant sova #sova valorant #valorant #imagine #imagines #valorant imagine #valorant imagines #romance

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coollemonsaresour · 3 years

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The Love That Don't Stop

Pairing: Steve Rogers x daughter reader, Steve Roger x Natasha Romanoff. Warnings: Child abandonment, angst, fluff

Summary: It is Y/n's birthday, and she gets an unexpected present.

Word count: 2632

Request: @maximeevansblog ; The reader (me ) is the daughter of Steve rogenrs and its the readers birtday, and he takes her to the nail en hair salon , and they come back, and in the tower, they have a suprise party for her, and natasha comes with adoption papers and, he wants to her mom and a lotts of fluff thanks, and if its ready you tag me right ( natasha and Steve are dating) thanks. And if its ready you tag me right thanks

Request: Anonymous; can you do a Natasha x black!child!reader? I really liked your other fic. You don't have to if you don't want to.

A/n: I made lots of changes, cause when I went to go post it two weeks ago, my fics were two similar to the other two. The highlighted words are in realtion to the person that requested. Because I wanted to incorporate them into the fic 🙃

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, BeEeee- you were starting to get agitated, and brought your fist down on your alarm clock, smashing it to pieces. But hey, it’s not your fault, you got your father’s enhancements through genetics, just the perks of being a Rogers.

Still in bed, you let out a yawn, and you began to stretch; mid-stretch that is when it had clicked.

It’s My Birthday.

And that’s when you smelled it. The sweet smell of a birthday tradition you and your dad have had for the past nine years of your life.

One day you showed your dad Steven Universe, and it happened to be the together breakfast episode. So ever since then, every morning of your birthday, you and your dad sit down together and have Together Breakfast.

As soon as you got out of the shower, you threw on some clothes and dash to the Kitchen. As soon as you enter you were met by a horrible sight. Your dad and a redhead kissing.

Nat and your dad have been friends since he had come out of the ice, a became even closer when you were born. Nat was like a mom to you, but you never would say that out loud, cause you didn’t want to make it wired or have her feel uncomfortable.

Your mom was never in the picture, she left you and your dad five days after you were born. Steve had no idea of how to raise a kid, he was completely lost, but then Nat had offered to help him out. The pair worked as such a great team people often thought that they were actually a couple. After years of a long, long sturdy friendship, your dad finally asked the assassin out. So basically they have been dating for about two and a half years now.

“Ew, gross,” you said, dramatically shielding your face from the sight. “ Good Morning Y/n, happy birthday,” they both said. “Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable,” you said as you sat down at the island stools. “You mean this public display of affection?” he said with a smirk and then pulled Nat in for another kiss. You then shield your face away and then began gagging and reaching.

“So it is….10:30,” you said looking around “Where’s Together Breakfast?” you said whining. “It’s right here you big baby,” Nat said teasing.

“ Cheers to fifteen years of chaotic life,” you said holding up a fork “Cheers!” they said, you each then taking a bite.

“So, Y/n, anything special on thing on the agenda today,” Nat said wriggling her eyebrows. “Not really, I was hoping that we could just go to the spa, then the salon, and just have a chill day.” You said taking another bite. “Oooh, sorry, y/n I can’t, join you today, I have busine- “ you cut Nat off with a loud groan. “ But its’ my birthdayyyyy,” you said with an adorable pout. “I know, and I’m sorry,” she said squashing your cheeks together “and I will make it up to you, but for right now-” she paused reaching over the counter to grab her bag “ I have to go,” she said giving you small hug and then turning to give steve a quick peck on the lips, and heading for the door. “ Bye,” Steve said, “bye Nat,” You say still mopping. “Bye babes,” she says giving the two an air kiss before disappearing out the door.

“So, I guess it is just me and you, Y/n,” Steve said as he started cleaning up breakfast. “Ya, I guess so, though I really wanted Nat to come today. Alright, imma got get ready so that we could go,” you said heading back to your room, leaving Steve smiling at your comment about Nat; not that you even realized.

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“Alright, where here,” Steve said as the uber pulled up to the salon. You both walked in and were greeted by an overlay excited worker. “Hi, my name is Jess, I will be helping you out today” you then gave her a small, that she returned, then started eyeing Steve like he was her last meal. She looked like she was in her early-twenties, pale skin, about 5’3, blonde hair, and brown eyes. Probably working this job to pay off student loans. She turned to Steve, with scrunched eyebrows.

“Are you Captain America?” she asked with a smirk of curiosity, but it looked like she was trying to amuse him before he could answer “yes, he is, and he’s taken, Maybe next time sweetheart, ” you said pulling you dad away from Jess, and toward the receptionist desk.

“ Hi, Appointment for Y/n Rogers,” You say, leaning against the desk. “Right this way.”

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You were currently sitting in a chair in front of a medium-size mirror, your hands resetting on the armrest, careful not themes up the freshly done nails. Then two Beautistions approached us, then one of them turned to Steve and asked, “are you getting your, hair done too,”

“No”

“Yes”

you and Steve say at the same time.

“Please dad, you can you a new due,” you say, Steve just rapidly shakes his head rapidly no.

“What wrong with the style I have now?” he asked. “You look like an upgraded BackStreet boy,” you reply in full honesty. He then puts his hand over his chest and pretends to be hurt. “You should die it!” one of the Beautistion said, “Great Idea…” you hesitated, search for her name tag.

“Max” she finished for you, seeing what you were trying to do. “If you don’t want to, die your whole head, you can start with highlights,” she said with a smile of excitement. Steve was about to say no until he saw your adorable pleading face. “Fine,” he said putting his hands up in defeat and moving into the salon chair next to yours.

---

After you left the Spa you and your dad headed to central park for a walk, something you two did a lot when you were younger.

You then pulled out your phone and tried to Facetime “Natty Bare 😘” but there was no answer. Which was strange, because Nat always answers your calls, no matter who, what, when, where, and why. Steve saw what you did and smiled, a smug smile. "What are you doing?" Your dad asked

"I wanted to show Nat your blue hair streaks" you said with a pout.

Halfway through the walk your legs were getting tired so you jumped on your dad’s back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his hip.

“You’re like a pretzel,” he says linking his arms under your knees for better support. “And, you’re like a Dorito,” you tiredly mumble into the crook of his neck, Steve chuckled at the comment.

After walking a little longer you fall asleep. Steve then tightened his grip a little, as if he was giving a backward hug. He just could believe how fast his baby girl was growing up.

---

When they reached the tower’s elevator, Steve placed Y/n down on her feet to wake you.

“Y/n, baby, I need you to wake up for a minute.” “But why,” you mumbled as you leaned against him for support since you were still tired. “Cause if you don’t then this could be a very embarrassing photo.” “what pho-” before you could finish, the elevator doors opened, and then...

“SURPRISE!”

A tired smile then played its role on your face. You looked around and saw everyone there, except Nat.

Mabey she will show up later you thought to yourself.

---

An hour later she still has yet shone up. You asked around and Tony told you that she had a last-minute mission, but that she should be back at any time now. That failed to relieve your nerves.

But those nerves became worse when it was time to cut the cake. You know she was busy but would she really miss your birthday.

Apparently, yes, yes she would. Because the party was over, over an hour ago, and now it was currently 9:30.

Your dad knew that you were really bummed out that Nat missed your party, so he suggested a movie night. Movie nights were special to you and your dad because it became something you two did together, to destress. Just the two of you, Daddy and Daughter.

“Got room for one more.” came a voice that you recognized immediately. “Sorry, this is a two-person couch,” you shot back, anger leaking from your voice, your eyes never leaving the tv screen, ignoring the Russian, as she came into your view.

Steve then paused the movie, causing you to turn your head toward him, annoyed.

“How was the mission,” he asked her.

“I don’t know” She replied accompanied by a tight-lipped smile and shrug. You were about to say something but “Because it is not over yet,” she said looking nervous.

She then pulled out a manila folder and approached you and sat down in between Steve. The Folder was labeled “Confidential” with a red ribbon and bow tied around. The folder She then handed you the folder causing you to look up at them in question.

“Open it,” Steve said pulled Nat toward him sat her in between his legs, and then wrapped his arms around her shoulders, trying to help calm the nerves surging through her.

You carefully untied the ribbon, and open the folder. “On this day Y/n M/n Ro-” You mumbled quietly and then stopped, your face going blank. Your vision then started to get blurry with tears threatening to spill.

“Wow, y-you’re really, um getting good at that face,” Nat said, a million thoughts going through her mind.

“Y/n,” Nat said, voice flooded with worry. When you didn’t look at her, she used her fingers to lift your chin, so that you were looking at her. And when you locked with her that’s when the dames broke, as the tears sprang free from your eyes.

“Oh, no, baby, baby please, don’t cry,” she said trying to wipe away the tears rapidly falling down your face. “ I understand if you don’t want to go through with it,” she said wiping the tear that fell from her face.

“We don-”

She was cut off with the air being knocked out of her, as you crashed into her wrapping your arms around her torso, burying your face in her stomach, sobbing. She then wrapped her arms around you and held you close, one hand rubbing up and down your back trying to calm you, the other gently twirling some of your coils with her fingers.

Nat always felt like you were her child, even some people in public would mistake her for your mom, But she didn’t know how you felt.

Nat was so nervous that her soul was shaking. She knew how the topic of a Mother, is one that stings for you.

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*Flashback*

Nat POV

I pulled up to Y/n’s school, today was her first day of Kindergarten, and in the morning she was so excited. That morning I bruised her hair into two puffs, curled her sideburns, and she then wore a Captain America shirt, with joggers and light-up sneakers. I swear she was the cutest four-year-old in the world.

I then saw Y/n exit the school, but my smile flattened when I saw the sad expression on her face. I then hopped out of the car and head toward her, as I get closer it looks as if she was crying. When I get to her I pick her up and place her on my hip, and instead of her giving me a hug like she usually does she just tucks her head into my neck.

“Hey, baby,” I saw trying to cheer her up “You okay,” I ask she just nodded and let out a little sigh. Then I hear laughing voices and I turn my head to see a group of second graders.

“See I told you to see was adopted, her parents probably didn’t love her,” one of them said.

“ There is no way Captain America is her dad If that lady is her mom, they’re both white, and she’s not”

“She just a baby and a lier,”

“ She probably doesn’t even have a mom,” another said laughing, causing Y/n to sniffle.

I then cleared my throat, successfully grabbing the attention of the bullies, sending them a death glare, and then headed to the car, and then buckled Y/n into her car seat. I then sat in the driver’s seat and adjusted the rearview mirror so that we could look at each other.

“Don’t listen to those, mouth breathers Y/n you hear me.” Y/n still didn’t look at me her eyes trained on her fingers fiddling in her lap.

“Um, Nat, umm, where is my mom, and w-why, um, why does she, not love m-me?” Y/n said with a sniffle. Her question made me want to go up to those kids and beat the shit out of them.

“ well y/n your mom had to do something important and should be back soon,” I had to lie to her because I didn’t know how to explain to a four-year-old, that her mother abandoned her and her dad because she thinks giving life to the sweetest little girl was a mistake.

Like what did Маленький шар совершенства, ever do to her.

“But Y/n, let me tell you this, Your dad loves you, so much and would let anything bad happen to you, you know that right detka,” she then nodded her head, sniffled, and wiped her tears.

“And I love you too, milashka, and I will never stop loving you.” I love you, Nat” “Now how about we get some Ice cream annnnnd, not tell Steve, because he is going to be mad because you haven’t eaten any dinner yet,” I said starting the car and putting a smile on Y/n’s face.

How could a mother ever leave a child like this, so sweet, innocent, and pure?

*Flashback over*

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No one’s POV

“So is that a yes, baby?” Nat asked nervously that you might say no because you were crying.

You just nodded your head yes, as Nat hugged you tighter.

“Oh, dad I forgot to tell you, while we were out...I, um, need a new alarm clock,” you said with a nervous chuckle.

“Again,” they both said, not surprised at all.

“Mabey you should use your phone, you’re always pretty careful with that,” Nat said bopping your nose and squishing your cheeks together. You then reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. You went to the contacts and changed “Natty 😘” to “Mama🔥”.

“What’s my contact name Y/n?” Your dad asked.

“❤️Captain🤍Crunch💙,” you said sliding your phone back into your pocket and laying back down on Nat’s stomach.

“ I love you, mama,” you said nuzzling further into her

“I love to baby, always has and don’t plan on stopping”

*Bonus*

(Nat and Steve in the kitchen after putting Y/n to bed, because she fell asleep during the rest of the movie because you were tired after crying)

“So...what’s up with the hair, “ Nat said sipping on her tea, taking a step closer to Steve. He then shrugged his shoulders, and shook his head, with a goofy smile. “Uhh, Y/n thought I needed a new look,” He responds shaking the colorful hair from side to side. “Well, I like it,” she says as she runs her hands through his hair, “ Oh, do you,” Steve said placing his hands on her hips. “Yea…I do,” she says standing on her tippy-toe, kissing his lips. Steve then leaned more into the kiss. They went from kiss to make out sess, really quick.

“How about we don’t do this in the kitchen,”

“Mmhm”

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extasiswings · 3 years

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the storm that sways

I have scattered bits and pieces of an Emelan AU and, well...it is a hiatus...

Buck’s in the kitchen when he catches the breeze through the open window—abruptly, the house disappears and he’s swept away on the wind, blown to five miles outside the city gates. Green sparks behind his eyes, the smell of dirt and ink and growing things sharp in his nose, and it’s been near five years but he would know that scent anywhere. Eddie.

“Gods, what I wouldn’t give for a hot bath.” His voice is lower than Buck remembers, rougher too, as if cut through with smoke or tree bark. It scrapes at Buck’s ears, catches at his clothes, and makes him shiver.

“You had one three days ago. Another six hours or so is hardly going to kill you.” Buck’s chest twists upon hearing Athena, Dedicate Grant, her tone somehow waspish and fond all at once in a combination he’s never heard anyone else manage.

“I did and it was glorious and I still submit I should have bought the whole bathhouse and retired right there—Christopher agrees with me, don’t you Chris?”

“Pahan—”

Eddie clicks his tongue. “C’mon, kid, what have I said? Making me feel old here.”

“Eddie,” the boy corrects. “I’m not sure I’d want to be taught magic by someone who ran a bathhouse. Although—,” his lips curve up in a small smile, “—pretty sure you are old enough to be retired.”

Athena barks a laugh at Eddie’s indignant squawk as he twists around on his horse to mock-glare at his student.

“Why you—thukdak, see if I stick around to teach you anyway—and you,” he adds, turning back to Athena, “—don’t know what you’re laughing at, if I’m old what does that make you?”

Buck loses the response as their laughter fades into the distance—he blinks once and he’s back in the kitchen, Chime trilling excitedly over the lighting sparking across his skin.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie—five years and for a moment nothing else matters because Buck’s missed him.

“Hen! I’m going out!” He calls, dashing out of the kitchen and heading for the stables. Five miles out, but he’s buzzing with energy, his magic crackling and sparking in the air. A gust of wind blows open the door to the forge when he passes and Hen peeks her head out, raising an eyebrow.

“You okay?” She asks.

“Fine,” Buck assures. “Just going out. I forgot that I was supposed to meet Bobby is all. I’ll be back later.” The lie weighs heavy on his tongue, but he can’t bring himself to regret it. He loves Hen and Chim and he’s sure they want to see Eddie too, but...he selfishly wants to keep him to himself for at least a few minutes. Besides which, he’s not sure how to explain how he knows Eddie’s coming without telling them everything, and that isn’t something he’s prepared to do just yet.

“Okay,” Hen replies, still looking at him with mild suspicion. “If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

It’s more than a little silly how quickly he saddles a horse—Chime sulks in the rafters after being instructed to stay behind—but Buck can’t be bothered when he’s out, riding toward the city gates.

Bobby’s voice stops him abruptly at the gates—”Going somewhere, lad?”

Buck pulls his horse up short, his ears going red. “Eddie and Dedicate Grant are returning today,” he replies, more steadily than he could have hoped.

“I’m aware,” his teacher replies dryly. “I saw it days ago.” Bobby glances around, then looks back to Buck. “The others aren’t joining you?”

Against his will, Buck flushes more under the knowing gaze of his mentor. “I only just saw myself—I thought it might be better not to...overwhelm him all at once.”

“To be sure.” Bobby snaps his reigns and Buck follows suit, riding after him out the gates and onto the open road. Three miles now, he notes, catching whispers in the air. Maybe four.

For the briefest of moments, he considers delving into his mind, tugging the thread of green that connects him to Eddie. He goes so far as to visualize the link, to follow it down its mental corridor all the while avoiding actually pulling it. The thread cuts off abruptly, tangled in a patch of rose bushes, wickedly sharp thorns forming a wall that could not be clearer in its message. Keep Out. Don’t Come Near.

Buck’s almost disappointed, but he considers his own mental blocks—he can hardly judge Eddie for having his own when he’s been back for weeks and has yet to reconnect that way with the others.

Still, link or no link, Buck wants to see him.

Bobby picks up the pace, tossing Buck a wry look at his side. “A word of advice, my boy—you may want to get that lightning under control before he sees you. Stormlord, I haven’t seen you like this in years.”

Buck coughs and wills the lightning sparking through his hair to settle. It’s true, his magic is wilder than usual, like an excitable puppy that simply wants to say hello to everyone it meets. The last time he’d felt similarly was when Eddie left, and that had been sadness and nervous energy more than anything.

“Shurri, protect you,” he’d said, kissing Eddie’s cheek. Eddie had taken his hand and squeezed it, and when their eyes met, Buck had wondered if it was possible to drown in someone’s gaze.

“Green Man, give you strength,” Eddie murmured in response, his cheeks flushing as the tattoos on his arms bloomed pink to match.

"Not Stormlord?"

"Think you've got storms covered, thunderhead. Without me, someone's gotta make you remember the growing things."

As if I could forget.

Buck drags a hand through his hair, catching stray lightning and funneling it into the newly woven bracelet from Chim that he keeps separate from the rest.

(It wouldn't do to mix up winds and rain with lightning after all.)

By the time he's tied off the band and commanded it firmly to stay, Bobby has gained significant ground on him and the distance between their parties has narrowed to about two miles, maybe one and a half. Buck rubs a thumb over his bracelets, feeling the pull of magic beneath them, and then gently urges his horse forward to catch up with his teacher.

"So, are we going to get caught in a thunderstorm on the way back?" Bobby teases when Buck rides up next to him. Buck ducks his head, waving off the good-natured jab.

"If we do, pretty sure that reflects more on you than me, old man," he shoots back. "After all, you're the teacher here."

Bobby snorts and shakes his head. "Old. If I am it's because of you," he replies. "Now go see your boy before I push you off that horse of yours."

"Not my boy," Buck calls over his shoulder as he pushes ahead, tamping down on the giddiness of almost there, so close, almost.

"Not yet," Bobby calls back.

The closer Buck gets the more he hears—snatches of conversations where he doesn't even care about the words, just the voices—and smells—earth and green and roses—and he won't tug on Eddie's mind because he's not ready to share himself like that again, not even with him, but he can't stop himself from having a little fun anyway.

He stops his horse and unwinds one bracelet just enough to tug out a thread of wind and send it Eddie’s way.

Eddie is half a mile away and Buck listens as his magic seeks him out—Eddie starts and then swears when the wind curls around him, whipping at his face while avoiding Athena and Christopher entirely.

Buck laughs. Come on, Eds. Put it together. You know me.

He can tell the exact moment that Eddie does. Eddie pauses, then laughs, clear and bright, and the tree next to Buck bends in his direction as Eddie breaks off from his trio and sends his horse galloping towards him.

Buck dismounts, practically vibrating with how much it's taking him to keep still, to keep from sparking off again. When Eddie gets close enough, Buck doesn't bother anymore and dashes towards him. He's reaching for him even as Eddie's still stopping his horse, as Eddie swings his legs over the side and jumps down, and then he's there, he's there in front of Buck, familiar but not and entirely too beautiful for words.

They don't speak for a moment—Eddie stares at him and Buck stares back, and for a moment, one blazing, ecstatic moment, Buck considers throwing caution to the wind and kissing him. He's halfway to it, swaying forward like one of the trees when Eddie rocks into him, burying his face in Buck’s neck, hands fisting in the back of his tunic.

And that...well, that's just as good because Buck turns his head and sets his lips to Eddie’s hair, his arms wrapping around Eddie fully to pull him tight against his chest.

Green and earth and roses and warmth and Eddie fill his nose and Buck flushes when he registers the changes to him from when they were mere teenagers—broad shoulders and hard muscle, far more noticeable than they had been the last time they’d embraced, obvious even though Eddie's clearly lost weight—gods.

"Eddie—" Eddie’s eyes are shining when he lifts his head to look at Buck again. Buck’s chest twists. Wait, no, don't cry.

"You crying, Eds?" His own voice is choked with emotion enough that it falls short of teasing, but he tries anyway. "I didn't think my hugs had gotten that bad."

Eddie snorts and shoves at Buck's shoulder with one hand before hugging him again.

“‘M not crying. If my eyes are waterin’ it’s because of that blasted wind you threw at me. It was cold, you horrid—”

“Wasn’t like it was a polar wind,” Buck manages to get out through fond laughter, his own eyes tearing up. “Honestly—”

“I missed you,” Eddie breathes, like it’s a secret, like it’s a prayer.

Buck considers trying to make him laugh, or even shove him again, but he can’t wrap his tongue around a lie like that one. Instead, Buck sets lips to Eddie’s temple, and pitches his voice low to match his.

“I missed you, too. So much.”

A natural breeze blows past them, not his doing for once, and Eddie shivers and presses closer. Distantly, he’s aware of Bobby passing them, riding out to join Athena and Christopher, but he pays the other man no mind.

After another few quiet moments, Eddie slowly unwinds himself, stepping back enough to look at Buck properly.

“You got taller,” he observes, and his hands slide up to Buck’s shoulders and down his arms. Buck tries not to react, even though that simple touch makes him feel like he’s swallowed magma. He doesn’t dare allow himself to think it’s anything more than curiosity on Eddie’s part.

“So did you,” Buck acknowledges. “Not as much as me, but—”

“Don’t be smug. It’s unattractive,” Eddie replies.

“Really? Because you’re the first person who’s ever said that to me,” Buck shoots back with a wicked grin. Eddie blinks, then laughs and crowds into his space again.

Buck breathes in the smell of growing things. And something inside of him settles.

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atsukashii · 3 years

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hey! for the event can I please request:

name x katsuki bakugou + she/her + ☀️ + sage green

thank you

the fragrance I smell, the warmth I feel as long as it lasts, as long as it lasts

✘ breaking news; pro hero dynamight tells a reporter to "go fuck yourself"... again.

✘ GENRE: fluff

✘ WARNINGS: aged up characters, pro hero katsuki,

✘ WORD COUNT: 1.2k

‘Pro Hero Dynamight has made social media into a blazing inferno today with his comments made to a reporter whilst he was on duty only a few days ago. Twitter is divided from his response about his private life with some people arguing that by becoming a pro hero, he volunteered up all privacy to be a symbol of peace, whilst others argue that as a person - a human being - he deserves the right to not have cameras shoved in his face.

Let us know your opinion in the comments below!

“What a crock of shit.” You grumble, closing your laptop lid and shoving the item off your stomach. The constant action of people heinously tearing each other apart for no apparent reason really grates on you, but of course you can’t let them know because that would just fuel the flames even more.

“Who the hell believes that privacy isn’t a given right to pro heroes? I’ll fight them.”

“Uh-huh,” comes a bored voice, and you clench your jaw as you tilt your head to the other end of the couch.

“I’m serious Katsuki.” You growl, and only then does your husband look up from the gauntlet in his hands that he’s fixing. Something about it felt off, was all he’d said as he dropped onto the couch next to you this morning on his rare day off. However, you have the feeling this rare day off wasn’t unusual, but a suggestion from his P.R team.

Katsuki’s crimson eyes gleam at you across the small distance, complete amusement in his gaze. “You’re going to fight them, like that?” You know he’s not hinting at the fact that you’re in your pyjamas at midday on a Thursday.

“I’m pregnant Katsuki Bakugou, not invalid. I can still throw hands if I want to.” Rolling his eyes, your husband abandons his support item onto the coffee table, before twisting to look back at you more.

“I’m not saying you’re an invalid you damned woman, I'm saying you can’t go punching every reporter that wants to talk shit.” He explains like it's the easiest thing in the world. But a simple knowing glance at you, along with a poke to his thigh with your feet has him grumbling. You knew him in high school, and you know that teenage Katsuki wouldn’t hesitate to blast someone if they did that back in the day.

“Don’t give me that look. You’re not fighting anyone.” Grabbing your sock covered foot and lowering it onto his lap, you instantly let out a groan as he thumbs the tender muscles of your ankles. Closing your eyes to ignore the victorious smirk that plagues his lips, you feel yourself melting into the couch.

“Considering I helped stop a shop lifter from the convenience store last week, your opinion on the matter is invalid Katsu.” You remind him, the end of your sentence coming out breathless as the pain that had been radiating from your spine for the past week finally dissipates. Thank goodness.

“Don’t remind me.” Carefully opening just one eye, you see the frown on your husband’s face as he continues to massage your aching limb. Yeah, he hadn’t been as ecstatic as you had when you’d called him on your way home. All you’d wanted was some onigiri from the family mart down the street, where you were on a first name basis with the owners. You couldn’t go to your regular Onigiri restaurant considering you were due next week and it was across the city, whilst the family mart was only two blocks away.

You'd been browsing the options, trying to decide whether having pickled plum filling was worth the reflux you knew you’d face for it later, when there was a commotion at the counter. As if it was fate, the isle that you stood in had been right by the front door, and as the crook tried to make a dash, you had simply placed your leg in his path, tripping the guy and allowing the owner enough time to keep him on the ground whilst you waited for police.

You’d felt like a real badass again, a feeling you’d lost a bit since you’d had to stop work to go on maternity leave.

“I know I taught you how to fight,” Katsuki interrupts your thoughts, his own voice sounding as exhausted as he looks. “But I had hoped you’d never have to use it.” Because yes, you weren’t a pro hero. You’d gone to U.A as a part of the support course, and had been the one to help him with his support items of your senior year, which had been how you two had officially met.

“But I didn’t have to use them, I just tripped the guy.” You said teasingly, hoping for a roll of his eyes, or even a scoff. But Katsuki doesn’t even look up from his lap where his hands lay still on your feet.

You immediately push yourself up to a seating position before shuffling across the couch towards your husband. Once you’re in reaching distance, you let your hand gently cup his cheek, gaining his attention once more. Your heart jerks painfully at the worry and concern glistening in his eyes, and it's all aimed at you. You knew you’d worried him with your lack of fear and habitual attitude to jump into all things head first. But maybe, being heavily pregnant, not telling him you were going out and getting in the path of possible danger was a bit too much for him. You can’t help but smile at Katsuki. What a softie.

“I’m alright Katsu, really.” Katuski blinks at you, as if bringing himself out of a deep thought and brings his own hand up to cup your cheek. You lean into the warmth, but hate the fact that you haven’t been able to hug him face first in months.

“I know. I’d have killed you if you’d gotten hurt.” He replies, and you let out a snort of laughter. “I love you, ya know,” You’re about to reply when there’s a sudden jerk from your abdomen and you hiss out as it feels as if it just used your body as a punching bag.

You’ve had many conversations about your daughter, and almost every theory you’ve ever had is that she’s going to come out as a miniature version of Katsuki. That is, if the constant battering of your organs is anything to go by. As if she’s trying to force herself out into the world, so she can take it on head first.

You can tell by the glint in Katsuki’s eyes that he both wants to laugh at you, but is also concerned due to the fact that you’re due any day.

“She’s just agreeing with me,” you explain, turning your body around so that your back is leaning against his chest. With a familiarity that is so soft it actually hurts your heart, Katsuki gently rests his hands against your protruding stomach, and it’s not long before she kicks again for her father’s enjoyment. You can’t see him, but you can feel the smile Katsuki presses against your shoulder.

“Agreeing with you about what?” He asks, pressing a delicate kiss where his head rests on your shoulder.

“That those damn reporters deserve to get hit.”

“Damned woman.”

✘ A/N: if said it before and i'll say it again, y'all can pry dad katsuki from my cold dead hands.

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