#ask blogging sucks now. i'm tired of it.

[sciderman]

Hi, I would love to ask more in the "ask blog", I just need to know, what are the current events that are going on?

Are they still on the plot on St Valentin, or is the theme with Harry the main conflict?

the main theme in the blog is whatever you ask about ! that do be how it works

[leeblissy]

......... trying so hard not to e-beg right now but its getting tiring

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for sending an Israeli psychosis inducing Tumblr asks?

🦞to find later

For context, I am Jewish. I am anti Zionist. Zionism is a colonial ideal that helps no one, and just puts genocide in our name now. Which sucks, because the British government are responsible for Israel existing.

Now, the situation: I see people making informational posts about Palestine, and I see someone replying with basically laughter. I go to their profile, they say "This is my vent blog, I'm just a tired Israeli and antizionists aren't welcome here, I'm psychotic". I am also psychotic, so I know just how deep some delusions go.

So, my immediate thought knowing this person is a colonizer who refuses to make a hard stance against zionism, is to send them "I'm in your walls waiting for you to sleep" I did not. I wanted to though, very bad. If I had done it, I wouldn't feel bad about it in the slightest even if this ask gets YTA as the 100% vote.

So, WIBTA?

What are these acronyms?

[soaps-mohawk]

I'm going to be honest

I'm having a genuinely hard time making this post. I've been fighting with it for a couple weeks now, but I think it's time I finally make it.

I'm not having fun on this blog anymore.

It sounds bad, but honestly, it kind of is.

I think a lot of it started from the very beginning with the precedence and expectations I put on myself. I've always tried to respond to every comment I get. Even from the beginning. It's just a polite thing to do since those who leave comments took the time to write out what they think of my fic, even if it's just a keysmash. I've always felt the need to thank those who leave comments or reblog my writing or (now that tumblr has it) replied to my fics. It worked fine before because none of my fics were particularly popular. Even my most popular fic (at that time) didn't get as much attention as CRCB has. I've never had a "big blog" before, nor a fic as popular as CRCB has gotten.

It was fine at first, responding to everyone, engaging with everyone. I was riding that high of omg so many people are reading and enjoying my fic! I've never had anything quite like this before.

Now...it just feels more like a chore. I set this precedence on this blog that I respond to everyone and I know a lot of people have said that they're surprised I responded to them and to everyone, and now I'm getting why a lot of writers don't. I'm exhausted. I feel like I've just been robotically saying the same thing over and over trying to respond to people now. I used to love seeing asks in my inbox and reblogs and replies but now? All I feel is dread because I have to respond to all of those.

Turning anon off was a big help. It lessened the sheer volume of asks I was getting a day. And while I do feel bad for all of my anons who prefer to stay anons, with everything that happened (the multiple incidents) with anon that kind of started to suck the joy out of everything. That paired with the obsessive need to constantly have my inbox cleared and make sure everyone gets a response...I can understand now too why big blogs will have 200+ asks in their inbox. It's hard and it's exhausting and I'm burning out.

First it was the fic that was burning me out. Things have gone on far longer than I planned and I just wasn't prepared for this fic to go on and for a while there it was dragging. I'll admit that. If I could go back, I'd speed up a few things, but it's done, it's posted there's no going back. I kind of hoped I would have the mental capacity to upload more than once a week too, but I just couldn't. I still can't.

I've come to dread posting chapters because I know I'm going to have to reply and respond to everyone. The only thing keeping me posting is the fact that we're in the part of the story I've been excited about since the beginning and also because I keep leaving everyone on cliffhangers and I love torturing y'all with all of them.

So that being said, this is in no way to shame anyone for interacting with me, anyone leaving comments or replies or sending asks. Don't feel bad about doing it please. I appreciate all of you that have engaged with me and it really means so much to me. Honestly, earlier this year, if I didn't have this fic and everyone on this blog, I might not have made it to now. It's been a really rough year and it's still going to be into next year. It's just getting to the point where I need a break.

I've needed a break for a long time. I thought taking days off the blog would help, and it did for a couple of weeks, but now even on the days I'm supposed to be on the blog and engaging, I just find myself queueing stuff up and just being offline most of the day still.

I'm tired. That's the best reason I can give. I'm tired and burned out on life and I'm tired and burned out on this blog.

So...I think I need a break. I need to not keep responding to every single reply and reblog every chapter. I need to not force myself to answer every ask right away, no matter how much I want to. I feel bad, but I know everyone would rather have me here and enjoying the blog than forcing myself to interact to the point where I'm dreading it and just robotically repeating myself over and over with every reply and answer and comment.

I won't be pausing the fic, I won't be not uploading. I'll still be posting chapters, I just might not be interacting as much as I have been. It's just putting such a mental strain on me still, even with anon off, even with days off. And with things getting busier for me, it's going to be too much to try and deal with irl stuff and write and try to be super active on the blog. There's going to come a point where I have to sacrifice the writing or the blog and I'd rather sacrifice the blog to keep myself sane, and also to keep trying to finally get this fic done. I love this fic, don't get me wrong, but I'm just burning out.

I'm already burned out in a lot of ways.

I was planning kinktober this year but honestly I'm considering not doing it because I know interaction is going to be insane and it's going to be a lot to keep up on. Plus trying to write that many fics is hard and I'm not sure I have the ability to do it. I have a few done but now I'm just like...is that something I want to do on top of irl stuff and CRCB.

There's just no joy in it anymore. It's not anyone's fault but mine. I put the pressure on myself, I held myself to that standard for this long despite the fact I knew it was draining me. I've tried to push through when I should have prioritized myself. I feel so guilty not responding to everyone. I feel so guilty being a day or two late responding to everyone.

I want to be here and interacting and responding to things but I just can't bring myself to anymore. It's no one's fault, and this is not a drag on anyone, or an attempt to make anyone feel bad or guilty for interacting or sending asks or anything. I'm just airing out the truth and saying what I need to say because I feel like I've been so robotic and lifeless with my responses these last couple weeks and I feel like I need to explain why. It's nothing anyone has done. It's my fault. It's 100% my fault.

Things have just gotten to be too much and it's my fault for forcing myself to be so active. The social battery has dropped into the negatives. I'm not a social person. I can only handle so much interaction and I've pushed so far beyond that, that things have gotten to this point. I want to be here and I want to have fun and I want to use this as an escape but I just don't feel that way about it anymore. It's a chore for me, a job, something I feel like I have to do and it's my fault that I feel that way. It's my own standards and expectations I set on myself, and my expectations on what I think my followers want and deserve and now I feel like I've gone on too long like this that I can't change things without hurting anyone's feelings. I don't want people to think I'm ignoring them in favor of others because I know there's writers out there that do that. They only respond to a certain group and ignore others that comment and reblog. I don't want to make anyone feel like I'm doing that to them and that's now led me to here.

I'm forcing it and I'm tired.

It's been hard these last few weeks. The life has just been draining and draining continuously. The joy and the love I have for this blog and my followers and the interactions and the fic. The last anon bullshit that happened was just kind of the last nail in the coffin so to speak. The straw that broke the camel's back. Things stopped being fun. It made me feel bad (and not in the guilty way, though that was a part of it) and I'm honestly just over it. I'm over the blog, I'm over interacting, I'm over life at this point. August is a hard month for me and every year it seems to get worse and worse. A lot of it is unrelated to anything online and I was going to make a post about it but honestly I just don't want to. Those that know, know. Those that don't...it doesn't matter.

I'm getting annoyed by the blog, I'm getting annoyed every time I look in my notifications and see an ask or a reply or a comment. I'm getting annoyed by some of my followers and that's not fair to you. Everyone always talks about how nice and kind and patient I am when I'm really not. I'm not the person I present myself to be on this blog, the way I mask myself so I can present myself as being a normal, kind human being. The mask is coming off because I'm so tired I can't keep it up anymore. It's happening here and it's happening in real life. I'm tired and I'm frustrated and I'm angry at a lot of things and the last thing I want is to start taking it out on my followers. You don't deserve that, especially when it's not your fault, it's nothing any of you have done. It's all me.

It's not you, it's me.

So for the sake of not burning this whole thing to the ground, I'm going to take a break. I'm not replying to everyone, I'm not responding to every reblog, I won't reply to every ask I get right away, if at all because sometimes I just don't have anything to say in response and I need to learn that's okay. It's nothing against you. It's not aimed at anyone specifically, I'm just trying to put myself first and stop things from escalating. I need a break and I'm going to do something selfish and I'm going to take it.

Don't apologize because it's not your fault. Don't apologize because you think you might have contributed to this because you didn't. It is no one's fault but my own.

I'm the one that needs to apologize to all of you because I've just not been myself because I've been forcing myself to be someone I'm not. I've been very unfair to a lot of people over the last seven months that this blog has been active and I've held a precedent that is not sustainable in the long run and made everyone believe that I was capable of maintaining that kind of interaction when I'm not.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry I've been putting everyone through this. I'm sorry I've been so detached and robotic and ingenuine. I'm sorry I led everyone to believe I'm someone I'm not. I'm sorry I've dragged this on this long that it's gotten to the point that I have to make this post.

I considered just disappearing but that wouldn't be fair to you either. I don't want to put you through that, so I'm pouring all of my thoughts out and making you read through this fucking novel of a post. If you've made it this far, then congrats I guess. Gold metals to you who bothered reading this far.

Anyway, all of that aside, I'll still be posting chapters. I'll have them scheduled and I'll probably come on and add links places to keep things current. I'll respond and reply and answer asks when I feel like it. You don't have to stop sending them, but just don't expect them to be responded to right away anymore. I'll probably still be here reblogging things I want and doing things when I feel like it.

I just need a few weeks to myself. Time I don't have to care about the blog at all and keeping up with it. Anon will remain off for the sake of keeping asshole trolls away, and also so I don't open tumblr and have 200 asks in my inbox after a week. Sorry to my anons but it's just the way it needs to be right now. Maybe once this break is over and I've dealt with irl stuff, I'll consider putting it back on. I just can't after everything I dealt with recently on anon.

It'll be the same on Ao3, for those that follow here and read there. Comments will probably sit for a while. They won't be answered right away anymore unless I get the energy to burn through them. Even then I won't try to answer them all at once like I did this last weekend.

I'll try to reblog something every day so y'all know I'm alright. I don't want y'all to panic and it's not fair to put you through that, especially those that might not see this or bother reading it. Those that follow simply for the fic and nothing else. I'm here, I'm just not...here.

This week's chapter is in the queue to be posted tomorrow as usual. Chapters will still come out as planned since I'm not stopping writing, just taking a break from the blog itself.

Thank you those of you who stuck through to the end here. I appreciate all of you so much. You have no idea. I'm sorry I let things get to this point and I'm sorry to anyone that I've gotten rude or snappy with because I couldn't be selfish and put myself first. I'm sorry to anyone that got a robotic, repeated response to something they were probably excited to share. I'm sorry I've been so unfair to everyone and I hope you can forgive me.

Take care and I'll talk to everyone when I have the energy to.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Indefinite hiatus

I was toying with writing up a long post about what running this blog has meant to me over the years and why I'm stepping away for the foreseeable future, but that feels too dramatic for what's really just me saying "I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year". So, I'll just say I'm not going to be on tumblr for at least the rest of the year.

Okay, actually I have a bunch more to say, but it'll be under the cut.

Politics sucks. And paying attention to it, even in the reduced way I've been paying attention to it over the last few years, is hard. You end up spending so much of your supposedly free time thinking about things you can't change, getting mad about things you can't change, and getting depressed when the people who can change things just keep going in the wrong direction. Even when good things happen, it's just a matter of a few days before something bad happens once again. And vice versa. It's an endless cycle of hope, despair, resignation. Rinse and repeat, and triple speed that cycle during an election year. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of spending every other year worried about what's going to happen on one day in November. I'm tired of hearing a piece of news and automatically composing a post about it or running through 20 different responses I might give to asks I might get about it in my head.

Everyone I know who doesn't pay attention to politics (or at least doesn't run a social media page dedicated to it) seems to enjoy their live a lot more than I currently do. Which sounds way more dramatic than what's actually going on, which is mainly that I want to get to a place where I just don't care. I want the world and its problems to flow off my back instead of weighing it down. I want to stop thinking about what people on the internet might say about something I haven't even posted yet. And that can't happen while I'm tied to this blog. So I'll be staying away from it for at least the rest of the year.

I did have a good time with this blog. I've met a bunch of really awesome people, some who are sadly no longer with us (RIP Blue), and some who I think will carry on the "fight" way better than I ever did. This isn't an admission of defeat, or pessimism about the election. Even if Trump wins, and I truly think he will if we have a fair election, I still won't be back this year. But I'll still vote and I'll still be proud that my silly little tumblr blog had an impact on some people's lives. I may not have the reach of a Tucker Carlson or a Glenn Beck, but I've gotten a lot of messages from people who said they changed their minds about an issue, or even politics in general, because of things I said, and that counts for something. If you guys take anything away from me, I want it to be this: Even the smallest impact matters. It doesn't matter if you only ever reach one person and then stop, reaching that one person is enough. Changing one vote is enough. Changing one mind is enough.

To all my mutuals, you guys are the best. I truly hope you have wonderful lives and I'm sad I won't get to see your names on my dash everyday anymore. To anyone I've ever followed or reblogged from, I couldn't have had a blog without you, so thank you. Yes, even the leftiod psychos, XD. To everyone else, find your own balance and never give into despair and never listen to people who tell you not to try. Even a failed effort is still more meaningful than sitting back and mocking people for trying to improve even the smallest thing about themselves or the world around them.

I won't be logging back in after I post this, so any messages or asks you send, I won't see. I'll still be active (or as active as I ever am) in my discord, so feel free to join there if you want to. It should still be my pinned post, but if it isn't, I'll edit this with a new invite link.

And that's all I've got to say for now.

[ms-demeanor]

since twitter has become actively hostile to its users, so they came to tumblr, and reddit has become actively hostile to its users, so they came to tumblr, what do we do now that tumblr is becoming (more) actively hostile to its users? i’ve been here for over a decade so i know tumblr users are the type to cling on despite everything and revel in undoing every change, but i’m so tired of the way this website breaks the way it fundamentally works in order to appeal to new users. the twitterfication of the site seems so much worse than when people jumped ship after the porn ban, and even then, only small communities (and twitter) cropped up as solutions. you might not be the person to ask for a definitive answer, but i figured a tech blog might be interested in considering - what do we do when there’s nowhere left to go?

Okay so, I mean this very seriously: how has tumblr meaningfully become like twitter?

I don't personally find the sidebar view obnoxious and it seems to me like just another layout change that's pretty typical to tumblr. New users are getting signed up with a bit more emphasis on algorithmic feeds, but that is still very easy to change (MUCH easier than on any other social platform) and the algorithm has been there for everyone for quite a while, we just typically don't notice it because a lot of long-term tumblr users don't go into the "for you" feed.

I don't think that tumblr *has* fundamentally broken the way that it works to appeal to new users. My dash now is still very much like my dash in 2019, and still very much like my dash in 2018 (though much less pornographic). Reblogs are still reblogs, likes are still likes. Replies, for all that they seem like they've been around forever, are new and good and I think they work well. I'm irritated that the notes menu doesn't have a "view all" option but I think that's a worthwhile tradeoff for an easy way to see tags.

I *do not* understand why tumblr has broken linking back to previous reblogs but I don't think that's out of an effort to act like twitter; it is a bizarre choice that I dislike and don't understand but I also don't think that it has fundamentally changed the way the site works and i mean you've been around long enough that I'm sure you've had the same experience I have of going into the notes of a post and randomly clicking until you found a version that you wanted to reblog without a bunch of bullshit at the bottom. Tumblr has always kind of sucked, this change DOES suck but it doesn't suck in a way that is particularly novel or insurmountable. (For instance, I think this change sucks MUCH LESS than when they made posts with links invisible to the search, that is something that is genuinely bad that has been long lasting but doesn't get brought up much in lists of the ways that tumblr has gone wrong)

Tumblr *is* changing, but I think it is changing more incrementally and less terribly than other parts of the internet. I also hate the floating clown, the login walls, the dash-only view for blogs (you can't archive it and I HATE that), and - to an extent - the new lightbox on mobile. And I dislike that less than I thought I would but I don't think it's a fundamental change that necessarily impacts my interactions with the site - it *adds* a feature that I don't care for but it doesn't *break* anything that I require to have a good time on tumblr - in that way I think of it very much like Live. People hate Live so much and I find that perplexing because it is so easy to simply ignore it.

But that's not really your question; that's just some stuff I want people to think about because as much as tumblr has changed in the last two years it is nowhere near as fucked up as the recent things that twitter and reddit have pulled.

So, as to your question: where do we go?

Well. Not to be an extremely old person on the internet, but damned if I don't miss email lists. And forums. God I miss forums. Neither of those things has all the bonuses of platforms like twitter or reddit or tumblr or facebook, but they were great ways to hang out with people you liked on the internet.

The internet is changing. I can feel it, you can feel it, I'm pretty sure we're all like cattle in a field lifting our noses and hearing some distant rumbling and becoming slowly aware that it's almost time to run. There's a coming stampede and it isn't here yet but you know it's on its way. You're not imagining that, that's how things feel right now and there are a shitload of things contributing to it.

Things like SESTA/FOSTA and KOSA (which has not passed yet but is a big red flag waving on the horizon) have been eroding away the way that users on various platforms can function. Some platforms have consolidated in ways that harm users; some new platforms have popped up and shaken up the map of the internet; some platforms are being torn apart brick by brick by owners who don't care about the users. It kind of seems like people are actually looking up and realizing that advertising is A) bad and B) doesn't actually work and I think we're running straight toward another advertising-based crash like we saw in 2017. It feels like all the desperate things that tumblr is doing is just rearranging deck chairs on the titanic as the internet as a whole starts to sink into the ocean.

Honestly, I don't think it's that bad. I think it *feels* bad, but I think we're looking at a slow whimpering death of the platforms, not a bang. I think tumblr is going to hang on at least for a few years and I think it's going to end up like livejournal and myspace, which both still exist as websites that are recognizable as updated versions of the sites they were in 2004-2010. The thing that I think would really, honestly hurt tumblr in a fundamental way is if it moved to a more algorithmic and data-sales based model of advertising, and I think that's still pretty distant. I think Automattic is aware that killing the chronological feed would be the one unforgivable sin that would cause a mass exodus and a final crash, and I think when we see that, when we can't just scroll through the feed and see what our friends did that day in order of when they did it, that's when the party is over here.

But that's still not answering your question.

So, where do we go? What do we do? Well, for now, I'd say it's a good time to get contact info for your friends across various platforms. Get email addresses, get phone numbers.

Now is also the time for you to set up a personal website. NeoCities is currently the best place to do this, though it takes a lot more effort than just starting a blog on tumblr. I think that various oldschool blogging sites like Wordpress and Blogger/Blogspot/whatever the hell the google one is are a better place to have your emergency backup than a more platform-y platform if you aren't up to doing something with NeoCities.

If you've got the ability to do so and a group of people who are interested in the same core subject, set up a forum. There's a decent amount of off-the-shelf forum software out there and a text-and-small-images forum isn't prohibitively expensive, but it's never going to be huge and you're never going to have the kind of spread and virality and random connections that you would on a platform with millions or billions of users.

If you can't set up a forum, setting up or joining a discord server for your friends is a decent enough option at the moment, and may be a very good option for people who are looking to keep their interactions more private.

But yeah i think right now is a great time for people to start setting up their own personal websites, to start visiting actual webpages again, to start bookmarking their friends' websites, and to start collecting contact info that isn't tied to platforms.

[buckys-little-belle]

Hi! This is my first time requesting so I’m really nervous and I’m sorry if my request sucks! I was just wondering if you could do another plus sized little reader but this time with Bucky? And she’s really embarrassed about being at the park because she gets hurt and so does peter but he gets picked up and she’s worried she can’t be picked up and snuggled because she’s too big and she’s just sad but then Bucky comes in and picks her up and reassures her that she’s still little and that he’s strong and that he still thinks she’s a little? Maybe she’s pretending to not be a little because she’s big again like you did in the last story but Bucky knows better and gives her a sweet band aid? Sorry this is so long you don’t have to do it! Have a good day!!!!!!!!

It's okay, Baby.

Warnings - Talks of swing accident, talks of scrapes, band aids are used, as well as ointment, there's a talk of snacks at the end, and both Bucky and Y/n have a habit of sneaking around each others apartments.

Notes - It's been so long again since I've written something, but I hope you love this anon! Thank you for the request, and I promise you did a great job requesting!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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The park at the compound was huge, it had tons of slides, climbing areas, and more. It was the coolest place Y/n had ever seen. As her friends played some imagination game, running around across the wooden plank bridge and sliding down the fireman's pole, she sat on the bench with the bunch of caregivers.

Y/n hadn't identified as either little or caregiver when she showed up to the compound a year ago. She had gotten rude comments and mean looks in the past when she told people she was a little. And she wasn't ready to see what those she lived with might have to say.

Everyone on the playground was small, pickupable, even if they were tall, and it made her feel like she didn't belong by the side of her smaller friends in a smaller headspace. "Y/n!" Peter yelled, hanging off of the rope swing waving her over. "Push me!" He giggled, swinging his legs as he tried to get some air.

Y/n smiled as she walked over, pushing down the bit of her that wanted to be pushed on a swing too. "How high?" She asked, giving peter a few pushes, only ever getting "Higher" as a response.

"Wait!" Y/n could hear someone say from the playground, she turned to check it out but before she could see who had yelled Peter and the tire swing swung back and knocked her on her feet.

Both her and peter were laid on the mulch, scrapes from the wood gracing their hands, tears trailing down both their cheeks. "I'm so sorry!" Peter cried, missing one shoe.

"It's my fault, I wasn't looking." Y/n tried to smile, tried to not slip into her little headspace as she often did when hurt. "I didn' mean to!" She sobbed, her pain bearable but her worry for peter making her chest squeeze.

Tony and MJ walked over to peter, Tony picking him up and MJ checking his ankle to make sure it wasn't hurt.

Y/n stayed seated, tears still dripping down her cheeks as she tried to will herself to stand up and walk away, but the aching in her chest as she watched Peter be worried over made her feel worse. "It's okay, Baby." Bucky said quietly, approaching her like she was an animal ready to run at the first sign of danger. "You got a couple of owies, huh?" Bucky squatted down, now level with Y/n.

"'M fine Buck." She tried her hardest to sound big, to sound put together.

"You're bleeding, Baby." Bucky helped her stand, brushing the mulch off of her before he looked over her hands. "Let's go get these cleaned up, hm?" He asked, waiting for Y/n to agree.

Y/n wasn't sure what was happening, or why Bucky was acting so sweet and kind to her. And she couldn't get his use of 'Owie' out of her head. But she felt hazy, not sure if she could stay big too much longer, her hands stinging more and more as the minutes passed.

The moment she nodded her head in agreement Bucky picked her up, one arm acting as a seat for her, Y/n's arms quickly wrapping around his neck. "Bucky!" She squealed as he walked them towards the compound. "'m too heavy, put me down!"

"I feel offended, Baby." Bucky chuckled, not out of breath or even slightly winded as he held her close. "I'm a super soldier, I can carry you no problem."

Y/n tried her best to think of a comeback, think of something to say to make him understand that her being picked up wasn't right. Yet the warmth his arms and body gave her, and the few forehead kisses he planted on her forehead as he walked made her disputes die the moment she thought of them.

"Okay." Bucky whispered, walking into his room then his bathroom, turning on the light before setting Y/n on the counter. "Let's get these hands patched up, okay?" Y/n nodded her head absentmindedly.

"T'anks." She said in a quiet voice, hands held out as Bucky cleaned her scrapes. "'m sorry for falling."

"Look at me, Baby." Bucky said, his hand resting under her chin. "You didn't do anything wrong, you just looked away for a second, it's okay, sometimes little's get distracted." He said calmly, quickly getting back to dabbing ointment on her hands.

"'m not a little!" Y/n said defensively.

"Y/n." Bucky looked her in the eyes. "Do you want a regular band aid? Or a princess one?" His words were said with a serious tone, and the look in his eyes made Y/n think he would definitely know if she lied.

"Princess Band aid." She pouted, hating that he saw through her. "Bu' maybe I jus' like princesses." She shrugged her shoulders.

"I know you like princesses, you have Princess blankets, and princess barbies, you also have a princess stuffie that you hide behind your bookshelf." Bucky said nonchalantly.

"How do you know all of 'dat?" She shook her head, looking at Bucky confused.

"I snoop when you go to the bathroom when we have movie nights in your room." He shrugged.

"Dat's creeping, Buck." Y/n giggled.

"Where do I hide my favorite gum?"

"The top shelf of the cupboard beside your fridge!" She cheered.

"Yes you creep, you know that because you sneak around when we have movie night here." He tickled her sides, making her giggle and forget all about her scraped hands.

"Okay, we can be creep buddies den." She held out her pinky.

"Creep buddies." He smiles, linking his pinky with hers, helping her off the counter, promising to turn on her favorite Princess movie if she had a snack. With the way Y/n giggled and smiled and seemed to come out of her shell, Bucky knew that he and Little Y/n would get along just fine.

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

I've gotten a LOT of Mirage x Reader requests, so here I am feeding the lot of ya. Hope you enjoy! I got a couple ideas this one was by far my favorite. I already planned on doing an oral scene but a suggestion to do it helped motivate me.

I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope to write more Mirage and other Transformers Characters I'm the future.

Enjoy~

WARNING : ⚠️ 🔞 NSFW themes, oral sex, and masturbation included in this short fic. Please do not read if you are under the age or 18. This is a NSFW blog so if you are under the age, please move on!

ROTB Mirage X Gender Neutral Reader

It's night, that's all you know. You've lost track of the time. The amount of time you've spent on your back with your legs suspended over a pair of shoulders for… you can't even remember. All you can feel is a mouth and glossa teasing your sex. It's like his glossa is dancing around, leaving your back tingling and your legs shaking as he starts to bring you towards yet another orgasm.

You are making the lewdest of sounds as you buck against his face. His glossa slowing down as he helps you ride through your orgasm until he feels you go limp, is only when he pulls away to smirk down at you. A shit eating grin that makes you glare at him through your half lidded lashes.

"What number was that?" Mirage asks as he pulls away briefly to lick his lips, his blue eyes casting a glow over your body in the darkness of your garage.

"I-I can't remember." You admit, breathing heavily as you try to catch your breath. You hear a tsk and his glossa clicking in disappointment.

"Now, Mami/Papi, I told you to count for me. It seems I may have to start all over, again. I don't mind doing that, but from your bodies reaction. You're getting tired. Now, let me ask again, baby. What number?" He asks. You rack your brain for a number, your brain is so hazy with lust and the feeling of floating on cloud nine makes it even harder.

"N-nine?" You ask.

There's silence before you feel his mouth on you again making you sob in pleasure as he picks up where he left off. Sucking at you rather loudly, pulling your hips up off the table and closer to his mouth, your hips were practically pressing against his nose!

"Not quite, baby. The number you were looking for was thirteen. Seems you need another to help jog your memory. Don't worry, I'll keep you awake. We still have a few more hours until your roommate gets back. For now, enjoy the ride, baby."

You groan before squealing as his glossa is quickly working at you again. You can hear his lips smacking and sucking around you, it's loud and lewd. You love it. Though your body was starting to scream at you that it was starting to get to be too much. Mirage has you so focused on his glossa that you don't hear the sound of his paneling covering his spike opening with a soft 'click'. A soft glow and his arm not holding you is moving jerking motions.

You take a peek to see his servo wrapped around his erect spike. It's bright blue and red bio light lighting up his torso and thighs as he strokes himself while he's enjoying getting a taste of you. It's hot to see him getting lost on the pleasure he is feeling and giving you.

Mirage is a giver, he loves seeing you get worked up and begging for him. Due to the size difference, it's rather difficult to take him. So, you have found other ways around penetration. Though after the incident involving you almost popping yoru jaw out of place trying to give him oral, he's not let you do anything to his spike besides giving him a handjob or using your thighs.

"I can feel you getting closer, Ven a mí, nena~" He purrs against your sex making you arch your back and open your mouth in a silent scream as you cum again. This one hits you so hard that your vision goes white as Mirage helps keep you still against his mouth so you can ride it out.

When you come back to, Mirage has you laying on the blanket he laid out earlier. You are laying on your back and him laying on his side with his servo on your middle. You glance at his crotch to see his spike has already been tucked away, but his thighs are covered in his release.

"Have fun, mi amor?" He asks with a cheeky smirk. Your response is smacking at his chest rather weakly.

"Fuck you."

"We just did."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, mi amor."

[foldingfittedsheets]

I have never had a post-coital headache, but I saw the ask and it made me think...

Orgasming using a vibe hurts my clitoris. It doesn't even touch my clit because it uses airwaves or something to vibrate the air around the clit, not sure. And I don't enjoy vibrators that touch the clit because it just doesn't feel like anything pleasurable? I can't explain it but it doesn't feel good or bad just kinda numbs me.

I'll be getting bottom surgery to nullify my crotch someday, so I guess it doesn't matter much, since I can limp along till then. I'll be tucking the clitoris and the nerve bundle under some skin and tissue and hopefully the padding will help offset the pain (and I could finally use those cute giant wand vibrators with the big buzzy ball), but I'm just asking in case you have ever heard of this and are willing to respond on your blog.

For the record, I don't enjoy using my hands on my clit, doesn't feel good and dysphoric and bothers my asexuality (I don't like touching genitals at all and the wetness feels icky). I grew up using the pressure and squeeze method. Basically ball up a blanket, press it to my pubis, and then do a very prolonged, overpowered kegel and there you go (kinda tiring tho). I didn't even know I had a clit growing up, always assumed it was the urethra because it hurt to touch (turns out it's supposed to be wet, thanks homeschooling for the lack of sex ed).

So I use the vibrator but I hate the vibrator. The moments before the orgasm is just so painful. And I have to immediately turn it off because the continued vibration causes even more pain and makes my muscles clench up in response which makes it very difficult to pull the toy away from my body. When using it with my partner I have to "tap out" and she'll pull it away for me.

I low-key believe the multiple orgasms for clit+pussy based anatomy is a myth because how could it possibly feel good to touch there once the orgasm has happened? Sometimes I can't close my legs completely for minutes. That shit is so sensitive and like swollen? Throbbing? Why?!?

I theoretically like orgasms. I like the quiet feeling after them. But getting there sucks, masturbating is unpleasant (apparently normal people enjoy the whole process, I'm just there for the afterglow), esp when it's a maintenance orgasm and I'm not horny or physically aroused (sometimes I just think that I need to orgasm without really wanting to if that makes sense, weird ace shit).

This ask is longer than I hoped it would be, but there's lots of important context and I honestly don't know why my body is like this, Google is useless (esp nowadays).

Okay there’s a ton to touch on here, but first: vibes are not one size fits all. Everyone’s body’s are different and motors come in different powers and pulses. The “cute” massage wand types are actually some of my least favorite because they just go cataclysmic in power which is way too much for 90% of clits. They just have good marketing.

If possible, you can look for a gentler vibe. Jimmy Jane Form 2 has a pulse setting that’s reallyyyyy light, and puts vibrations on either side of the clit instead of directly on it. But there’s a lot of shapes and sizes that could be gentler than what you’re using now.

If you’re unsure check out a store and try the vibe on the tip of your nose. This is pretty close to how sensitive your clit is and can give you a frame of reference for how much power you actually want. Generally lower rumbles are more expensive but also more pleasant so that’s a cost/benefit you can run.

The other aspect of this is that clitoral tissue is actually massive. There’s a lot of stuff going on under the hood, so to speak.

Clitoral nerves get everywhere! That’s the whole thing with G-spots- you’re still hypothetically applying pressure to nerve endings associated with the clit. I’ve heard anecdotally that they can end up in the anus too but I couldn’t find a source to verify that.

The takeaway from how sprawling all those nerves are is that there’s probably places you might like sensation better that directly on the clit. Most clit havers in my experience found that pretty overwhelming, myself included.

If your main business with your junk has been businesslike and unpleasant to touch it makes sense not messing with it much. If your partner is a person you trust to explore with you can just have them feel around and caress and see if other areas feel stimulating without being as overwhelming.

As for getting so throbby and uncomfortable afterward, and multiple orgasms: In my experience and anecdotally this depends how you get there. When you come fast and hard your body reacts differently than when you edge into an orgasm. You can try changing up your routine to see if this makes a difference for you.

Some people can never do multiple orgasms, it’s rare for me but does happen on occasion, so it’s worth noting that smut has a lot to answer for in terms of how normal they make that. If you can’t get off more than once it is what it is. It’s not a myth but it’s not everyone’s reality.

I hope this was helpful, good luck and as you say, eventually after surgery this will get easier for you!

[nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Sub! Tighnari X Dom Burnout! Male Reader Nsfw

Warnings: cock riding, daddy kinks, neck biting, and thigh riding

A/N: this is an Nsfw sequel of Tighnari X Burnout! Male Reader, which is the SFW version of this. You guys can check it out on my main/SFW blog if you haven't already. Now without further ado, enjoy reading.

"Ahh, I'm so tired," you said as you finally made it home after a long day of work. You're feeling burnt out once again because of how much energy you have put in your job. "Aww, are you burnt out again Y/N?" Your boyfriend, Tighnari asked. "Very," you replied, "perhaps I can help you with that again," Tighnari said as he sat down on your thigh.

You played with his hair a bit before he laid his head on your neck, at first you didn't mind it, but you've felt that he was biting your neck. You moaned a bit before asking him, "did you just bit my neck?" He sat back up and looks at you with lust in his eyes, "maybe~," he replied before kissing you. You kissed him back before grabbing his waist.

Tighnari then began to move his hips on your thigh while moaning slightly, you started to get hard at the sight of this. Tighnari then looked at your crotch before touching your bulging cock, "hard already, daddy?~" He asked while still grinding on your thigh, "do you want to suck my cock bitch?" You asked, "I do~," he replied.

You smirked before whispering in his ear, "strip for me," Tighnari then kissed you on your cheek before getting up and replying with, "gladly~." After he said that he began to strip until he was butt naked, but he wasn't done yet. He then turned around before shaking his butt while giggling and wagging his tail, you then slapped his butt so hard that it left a huge handprint on it.

"Such a bad slut~," you said before taking off your pants and underwear and pats your lap, beckoning Tighnari to sit on it. He then sat on your lap and faces you before saying, "but for you though, daddy~." He then started to bite your neck once again, but even harder. You moaned before spanking his butt harshly, "ah, daddy!!~" Tighnari moaned before grabbing your cock and shoves it in his butt harshly, this made him moan even more.

You laughed a bit by the sight of this before holding his waist firmly before he hopped up and down on your cock. "Ahhhh!!~" Tighnari moaned loudly, "such a good boy~," you said while smirking.

Tighnari continued to hop up and down on your cock before biting your neck so he won't moan that much. You then continued to spank his butt harshly, he let out a few muffled moans before cumming on your stomach. "Hmm, had enough already?" You asked, Tighnari shook his head yes slowly before saying, "I had fun though daddy~." You smiled at him before replying with, "I'm glad."

After that you two cleaned up before putting on a new set of clothes and laying down on your bed. Tighnari laid on top of you before nuzzling on your neck gently, you then played with his hair before saying, "thanks for helping me relieve my stress baby." Tighnari smiled at you before kissing you gently, "you're welcome, anything for my daddy~," he replied teasingly. You laughed a bit before you two started cuddling each other and falling asleep.

[rogersideup]

Nice to be Kneaded

Chapter Four:

Captain What’s-his-Butt

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"Holy sh- Steven..." You panted, stopping dead in your tracks to slump your back. With your hands on your knees and your ponytail making it's way forward with your posture, you huffed and puffed trying to desperately get air in your lungs. "I think I punctured a lung. Or I have asthma. Or I have an asthmatic punctured lung."

When you mentioned in a casual conversation that you wanted to start working out a bit more to improve your mental health, Steven was quick to invite you along on a run with him.

Of course he knew he was going to have to cut his usual distance significantly, and he would have to slow down tenfold just to pretend he was of normal athletic ability around you, but around mile 4 was apparently where a normal person started to get tired.

"Come on, keep waking" He laughed at your commentary. "If you stop you're going to get muscle cramps in your legs."

"This is awful" You laughed while walking toward him, he was walking backwards with a smile on his face.

"Only a mile left!" He enthused, knowing it would annoy you.

"I feed you yummy desserts all day and this is what you do to me?!" You clutched your side as a sharp pain rang through the area.

"All things must be balanced, right?"

"No, if this were balanced you would be feeding me desserts all day too. This is not balance, this is a hate crime" You shook your head earning another laugh from the man.

"Okay, when we finish you can come to my house and I'll make you Toll House break and bake cookies" He joked.

"Why do you say that as if those aren't delicious?" You asked, still out of breath but preparing to run the last mile.

"Nothing is as delicious as your cookies"

"Yeah? Well, you're never eating one ever again because this sucks and it's all your fault."

"Was it not you who said you wanted to-"

"No. That was not me. That was me from yesterday. Me from yesterday and me right now are two completely different people."

"Okay, well you right now has another mile back to the car whether you like it or not." He giggled.

"Well then let's get this shit over with" You joked and started jogging. "I only have a mile left to watch your hair bounce when you run so I have to savor every moment of it because I'm never doing this again"

"My hair bounces when I run?" He questioned, jogging besides you.

"Yes, and it's glorious"

You two jogged the last mile before making it to his car, and he drove back to the neighborhood. When he pulled into the driveway, you could see Georgia on the porch swing. Sunglasses on, drink in hand, enjoying the summer air once again.

When the engine came to a stop and he took his key out and opened his door, he realized you weren't doing anything. And when he shot you a questioning look all you did was let your head fall back on the head rest.

"I can't move, my legs turned into jello and my front door is so far away."

He shook his head with a smile. "Alright, stay there. I'll come getcha"

He got out and closed the driver side door before coming over to you and opening your door. He turned around and bent his knees so his back would be on your level. "Hop on"

You carefully wrapped your arms around his neck and upper chest and your legs around his stomach, and he picked you up with ease.

"You're not even sweaty" You complained, letting your cheek drop lazily to the top of his head, too sleepy to support the weight of it anymore. "You're too perfect"

"I'm sorry" he apologized, "do you want me to be more sweaty?"

"Yeah next time maybe just sweat a little more. It'll make me feel better about myself" You smiled sleepily.

"Oh so there is a next time?" He picked up on your slip.

"Depends if you'll carry me inside next time too"

"I can definitely make that happen" He agreed.

You turned your head to look at Georgia and send her a wave, but when she didn't wave back, your stomach sank. Was something wrong? Did you do something to hurt her feelings? You made a mental note to check in on that later.

"Keys?" Steve asked as he walked up your driveway and approached your front door.

You used one hand to grab them from your back pocket and gave them to him. He opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind him.

He walked through your house and set you down gently on the couch. "The princess made of jello is back in her castle."

"That makes you my magic pumpkin" You kicked off your shoes.

He realized the smile was no longer on your face as you wrapped yourself up in a throw blanket to protect your skin from the air conditioning that was such a stark difference from the hot air outside.

"Are you okay?" He questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah I'm fine." You nodded as he sat next to you on the edge of the couch. "It's just weird, I waved to Georgia cause she was looking at us but she didn't wave back or say anything. She's usually not like that."

"Oh..." His posture slumped. "It's probably because you were with me. I don't think she likes me very much."

"What?" You were genuinely shocked by that statement. Georgia loved everyone, and everyone loved her. "Why not?"

"I don't know" He shrugged. "I've introduced myself to her and tried talking to her a few times, especially since you said you were such good friends with her and it just seemed like she wasn't interested any of the times."

"Well that's disappointing" You pouted. "She's never said anything to me about it."

Your phone chimed with a text message, and as you pulled it out it was from her.

'Turn on the news.'

"Speak of the devil..." you mumbled.

"Did she say something about what happened?" He asked as you reached to put your phone on the coffee table.

"No, she told me to turn on the news." You explained. "Her and her husband are a little intense about the Sokovia Accords stuff, usually when she tells me to turn on the news it's about that."

Steve's heart started beating out of his chest, it was the first time you had ever directly mentioned anything about the war to him. Not only that, but if there was an update, he needed to know.

And if Georgia was intense about following along to the point where she encouraged other people around her to do so as well, and she didn't like him...

"Are you going to turn it on?" Steve asked, not knowing what he should do.

Was the update going to be about him? Was it about one of his team members?

Was this the moment he ran from Greenwood?

"No" You shook your head. "Not right now at least. If it's important I'm sure I'll hear about it eventually anyways."

"Why not?" He poked. He was desperate to figure out your stance at this point.

"I don't know how you feel, so forgive me if you disagree, but I'm just tired of the media treating these poor people like they're entertainment." You explained. "They had to make real life choices, they were forced in corners and they all had to do what they thought was right in that moment. Yet somehow it makes half the Avengers the good guys and the other half the bad guys? It's one of those situations where as you would say, the glass just is."

His big blue eyes softened at your empathy, but he didn't respond. It made you nervous, so you continued filling in the silence. "The same people who devoted their lives to saving ours are now being criminalized for choosing to continue to save lives in the means they thought was necessary. And the whole framing The Winter Soldier for the bombing thing broke my heart. I've been told that I need to have a deeper understanding of the government before I can express my opinion though so... I dunno. Maybe it's all just a bunch of hoopla. I just hope everyone comes to an agreement soon for Team Cap's sake. Nobody deserves that..... do you want me to put it on?"

"No, it's okay" He faked a grin, but he was proud of how genuine his voice sounded even after the mention of Captain America just slipped off your tongue. "It's just a lot to be constantly thinking about."

"Which is why I choose to not consume it at every waking moment" You agreed.

"That's smart." His voice was gentle. A big part of him was relieved at what you had just expressed to him, but it did nothing to relax the flight response pounding at his brain. "You seem tired, I'll let you take your well deserved nap now."

"You're leaving?" You complained, pouting out your lip.

He wanted to cry. You didn't even know the weight that question actually carried at a moment like this. Because right now, he's going to put on a happy face and tuck you in for a nap. He'll hug you goodbye and walk out that front door completely unaware of what was to greet him the moment he found out what was going on.

Depending on what the television told him, yes. He might be leaving. But for now and for you, this was as simple as leaving your house.

"What would Georgia think if she saw me carry you in and not leave for a while?" Steven reminded you. "She already doesn't like me, I don't want her to hate me. And I especially don't want her to hate me for taking up so much of her best friends time."

"I need to go talk some sense into that hardheaded woman" You shook your head. "But that's okay, I appreciate the effort. I'm sure it'll get better soon."

"If it doesn't, that's okay." He reminded you. "Not everyone is going to like everyone all of the time.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" You pouted.

Maybe. Maybe not.

"Yeah" He nodded with a grin but he was slowly dying. He leaned down to hug your form that was now laying down on the couch. "Enjoy your nap, I'll lock the door on my way out."

"Thanks, Honey. Get home safe, it's a long treacherous journey." You joked.

Once again, your words carried an unintentional weight on his heart. "I'm sure I'll be okay"

After he left, you settled for a nap. You tried and tried to shut your brain off but it just wasn't happening, it kept reminding you of that text. Maybe your brain would relax if you knew what was so important on the news.

So you gave in, you reached for the remote and turned on the TV. Immediately a breaking news story interrupted every program accessible to the public.

On it was two news anchors, taking turns back and forth explaining how it was recently discovered that Bucky Barnes had been put into cryosleep safely in the haven of wakanda as their greatest minds tried to develop a method of erasing the lingering mind control hydra still had over him.

They explained that other countries could no longer use force to try and detain him from the country, as nobody truly knew where it actually was. The anchors also speculated that once rehabilitated, Barnes would probably plea for a pardon.

It was also reported that Scott Lang and Clint Barton stayed behind to strike a deal with the government so they could be with their families. Each one was forced into retirement and placed on house arrest.

Lastly, they speculated that Steve Rogers was the one that brought Bucky to wakanda to seek refuge and rehabilitation. Though he chose not to stay himself, he allegedly visited every so often by means nobody was quite sure of. Nor did anyone know how he even knew where wakanda was in the first place.

Once again, they threw all of the unaccounted team members of Captain America up on the screen one by one as the usual warnings sounded in your ear like the most obnoxious broken record.

'... if you see any of these individuals, do not approach. They are dangerous. Call 911. Remember, failure to report these individuals will be considered a misdemeanor punishable by jail time and a hefty fine. Do not approach.'

First up was Wanda Maximoff, then Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson.

You unknowingly had a sad frown on your face as you watched theirs be posted for what felt like the hundredth time in the past week alone.

But when Captain America's picture came up, something about it really pulled you in.

You sat up on the couch and scooted to the edge of your seat. He was handsome, that's for sure. Perfect skin, and chiseled cheeks. The picture they used looked like it was an identification photo for S.H.I.E.L.D- the logo in the corner obviously blurred out. The golden dirty blonde hair on top of his head and his big blue eyes reminded you of your new best friend.

Steven.

Your brain came to a halt in just a split second and your hand searched for the remote, desperate to pause it on the picture but your eyes couldn't look away.

Your hand found it, and you frantically paused it. Then it all came together like snapping the last piece onto the center of an almost complete puzzle.

Strong nose and sharp jaw, the long eyelashes he used to blink at you sweetly to get his way, the pink lips that only stopped smiling whenever you could tell he was wrapped up in his own mind.

You hit play once more, desperately trying to process what you had just discovered, then they put his whole name up on the bottom of the screen.

Not Captain America. Not Steve Rogers.

Steven Grant Rogers.

Your first initial reaction was your brain working through thoughts too fast to even comprehend them. Immediately followed by feeling stupid for not putting it together sooner.

Then, in the span of an hour you paced back and forth across the expanse of the first level of your house.

After a bit of self loathing came an unexpected wave of anger towards him. He lied to you. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized he didn't lie to you at all. Next, you felt guilty that you had that rush of anger. You placed yourself in his shoes, walked yourself through the choices he probably had to make in order to get to where he was now. His first piece of stability in almost a year.

Then you had your own moral dilemma. With this knowledge and failure to report him to the government, you were now facing misdemeanor. Yet you never even had the thought of picking up the phone and doing that to him. It made you so sick to your stomach that you were nauseous for hours. Jail time and a fine were nothing compared to a whole life of suffering knowing you would've made the absolute wrong choice by reporting the sweetheart next door.

You needed to keep him far far away from Georgia and Micheal.

You needed to keep yourself away from running over to his house and pounding on the door until he opened it just so you could give him a hug and tell him it would be okay.

Thinking about the adversities he must've faced the past months made you want to cry. Long lonely nights in the cold, long lonely days in the heat, no sense of security, the whole country coming after him with blazing pitch forks, the loss of half a group of people he used to consider family. It must've been painful, and it must've been why he had that sad look in his eyes sometimes.

You knew now why he never wanted to talk about himself. All the times you'd catch him looking from your eyes to your lips, then back up to your eyes but never doing anything about the blush forming in both of your cheeks.

Whenever the two of you shared moments of deep conversation or vulnerability he'd go missing for a few days after.

He wasn't scared of commitment. He couldn't commit. He couldn't even promise his presence 10 minutes into the future. He was protecting you. Not from monsters and bad guys, but from himself.

You needed to find out a way to tell him without him bolting out of Greenwood faster than he arrived. But you also needed to let him down gently, let him know it was okay.

But even before that, you needed more time to let the whole picture sink in for your own sanity. You didn't care that you had work the next morning, or even that you committed to staying from before sunrise to after sunset. For hours you sat on the couch with your laptop, finally doing your own research on the Sokovia Accords and the Civil War.

You fell down a rabbit hole, and your research was extensive. But more and more you understood why anyone would disagree with the accords. Certain clauses mentioned human experimentation on them. Taking their blood, zapping them with electricity; it was immoral and invasive.

They didn't think they shouldn't be regulated, they just wanted to negotiate the terms of the accords and they were told no.

You even dug deeper into the personal fight between Steve and Tony Stark. However, that's where you decided to stop because it simply wasn't a matter you thought deserved public opinion. That was between them two, and it should stay that way.

You didn't sleep at all that night. In fact, you only set the laptop down to shower about an hour before you were supposed to go into work, then you stayed there all day.

Cake decorating really helped give you a clearer head. Of course you continued to think about it all day long, but the information was starting to settle.

Smoothing buttercream over crumb-coated cakes smoothed out the harshness of the words rushing through your mind. It reminded you to breathe calmly, stay steady and stable. By the time you had baked a few different pastries and gotten done with cake orders, it was already closing time.

The girls left one by one as they finished up their tasks, until it was just you left to decorate the sugar cookies they had baked earlier in the day. You even had them make a few extra for Steve for when he inevitably arrived so he could practice basic lining and flooding techniques.

When he walked in, you expected to feel some kind of way. Maybe he'd look more like the clean shaven hero you were used to seeing on the news, maybe that would reignite the anger.

But when he walked in, it wasn't shocking. It was just your sweet honey coming to spend time with you as per usual. You even managed to not show any of your internalized thoughts on your face or mannerisms.

Because if you could just spend a few hours with him without letting him know that you knew, you could prove he would be alright. You needed him to trust you.

So you took a second to greet him with a smile and a hug, then you helped him make his icing to the right consistency, and sat next to him to give him some tips and pointers on his cookies before returning to your own station, right across from him on the same table.

The two of you made your normal conversation, just as always it flowed easy. You laughed, listened to music, he gave you opinions on the cookies you were decorating, and you complemented his ability to pick up on the skill quickly every time he'd pick one up and show you what he'd done.

It felt normal, and it was normal.

As you were wrapping up your last order, there was a natural pause in conversation. He was concentrating hard on his cookies, and it was absolutely adorable.

His hair getting in the way of his eyes, his free hand holding onto his piping wrist to keep it steady, biting the inside of his cheek.

You knew it was the time to bring it up when you had to stop decorating because your hands were shaking too bad just at the thought of having this conversation.

But the doors were locked, and the blinds were drawn on all the windows. You weren't in either of your houses so it was a neutral space. As long as you could make him feel safe, everything should be okay.

"I have a question..." You started, dusting a cookie with edible glitter.

"What's up?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows when he heard the slightest shake in your voice. But he didn't look up from his cookies, he was too busy filling in his lines.

"You're a smart guy, and given your last job I was wondering if you could give me some advice on something?"

"I mean... I can certainly try."

"So yesterday after you left I turned on the news like Georgia told me to." You started, that alone made his head snap up to look at you. You watched panic fill his body, and you immediately felt bad. But you couldn't rush through it, the situation was too delicate. "It got me thinking about how the feds could even prove that someone failed to report a sighting?"

"Well, if someone makes it known and clear they saw one of them, it travels fast by word of mouth." He answered slowly, and cautiously.

You slowly nodded your head as you thought of what to say next. "So let's say someone saw one of them, but had no intentions of reporting... they could just simply keep that information to themselves and it would be hard to prove?"

"Theoretically, yes." He slowly set the piping bag down as his heart thumped so fast and strong he could hear it pounding in his head. Would you be the one to send him back on foot? "But sometimes it's not that simple. There's security cameras, social media, people speculate..."

"Well I for one would never do that to any of them.... Report them I mean." You stated, and in that moment his eyes met yours. "You mentioned earlier that I looked tired, it's because I stayed up all night researching the accords."

"Why did you do that?" He swallowed the lump in his throat to no prevail.

"Because I saw a picture of Captain America on the news, and I thought I owed it to everyone around me to do the research before I express my opinions. And by the way, he looks just like you." You told him with a warm but empathetic smile as you momentarily looked up from dusting the cookies. "But now I'm certain that keeping the remaining four safe would be worth the risk. I mean... it's not like I know Steve Rogers personally or anything. I just know he has a lot of people who really care about him, and I'm sure they would do anything they could to keep him safe."

He didn't respond for a while, and that was perfectly okay. You knew he needed time to think about what to do for his own wellbeing.

When he did speak up, his voice was sad and broken. "I think that he's probably had a lot of people in his life make similar choices, and it's done nothing but make their own lives more complicated. He would probably advise against it."

"That just goes to show how loved he is, because time and time again he's been worth the fight." You pointed out. "Again, this is all just hypothetical but if he were ever in that situation I'd hope he could feel safe enough to trust that he was in good hands with nothing to worry about."

Once again you were met with silence, and it was still okay. You'd rather him sit quietly with his cookies than bolt out of the door.

He picked his piping bag back up and started working on the cookies once more, while you grabbed your edible marker and started drawing on small and final details on a set of cookies you did a few hours ago.

A few minutes of thick and almost intolerable silence was broken by nothing but the smallest sniffle, and when you looked at his face once more, his big blue eyes were blinking back tears.

You'd never seen an individual more broken than the man in front of you, and though you didn't want to fix him, you certainly wanted to be a support beam in his journey. All things considered, most of his life had been a tragedy that almost every American child studied in history class. The least you could do for him was be a friend.

His tearful eyes never looked up as his nose and cheeks became pink, and his bottom lip quivered.

"Oh, my sweet honey" You pouted, immediately dropping everything in your hands onto your desk and walking over to him without second thought. "You need a hug."

He dropped his piping bag and his elbows met the metal surface of the desk, his head dropping into his hands knowing he was passed the point of emotional stability. The tears that spilled over his cheeks had a no return policy, and at this point into his game of high stakes hide-and-go-seek, he absolutely knew better than to fight them.

"I'm sorry." He cried out as your hands wrapped around him from behind, your head resting in the crook of his neck. "I'm so sorry."

Leaning over the back of the swivel chair to hug him was a bit of an awkward position to be standing in, but you didn't care. All that mattered in that moment was holding him tight and closing your eyes. "Don't you dare apologize."

"When did you figure-"

"Yesterday." You answered his question. "Last night."

"Are you mad at me?" His voice cracked.

His sadness was breaking your heart. "No, honey." You squeezed him tighter for a moment.  "Not at all."

"Are you scared of me?"

You physically had to hold yourself back from chuckling at that question. It seemed silly to even begin to think that the big teddy bear would even hurt a fly, but you understood he probably felt like a monster in this moment. "Not even a little bit"

"I'm so sorry" He apologized again.

"It's okay" You reassured him. "I promise it's okay."

Letting go of him, you took a step back so you could slowly turn his swivel chair so he was facing you. He got the memo and dropped the hands from his face.

You stepped between his legs and gave him a more proper hug this time, lord knew he needed it bad. This time he wrapped his arms around you too, and his hold felt apologetic. But somehow yours did too, and when one of your hands ever so lovingly cradled the back of his head it was as if you were apologizing for how cruel the world had been to him.

He soaked in every moment of your touch, something he desperately lacked since this whole mess started. His emotions were somewhere between relief and moral dilemma.

He could never ask you to put yourself in the position you were currently in. If anyone else found out that you knew, you'd be in massive trouble. He was in massive trouble. He should've been on foot to a whole new country the moment you asked him the question, yet here he was clinging to you and hoping you'd never let go.

His body was begging for any ounce of security it could get, it needed a full night of worry free sleep, it needed a few days of not being anxious, it needed you to hold him tight and remind him it would be okay.

He needed to be selfish, and you were willing to let him be.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, I'm a mess" He admitted sadly.

"You're not a mess, you're exhausted." You rubbed his back and absorbed the moment. "When's the last time you've had any real rest?"

"It's been almost a year." He admitted honestly.

"Is Greenwood the first place you've settled down in since it all happened?" You questioned, he gently nodded. "You know you're safe here? Right?"

His lack of response confirmed a suspicion you've had since last night, he was still on edge even in the quaint little town.

"I'm not." He shook his head.

You let go of the hug and pulled away a bit so you could look him in the eyes. Your hands rested on his shoulders and his on your waist. "Well you're safe with me. No doubt about that, right?"

"Considering it's been almost 24 hours and I'm not in a cell yet, I don't think I have any doubts" He chuckled though his sad tears.

"Trust takes time I know, but if you need anything I'm here for you. Any time of the day, even if you just need me to keep an eye out for your own peace of mind to get some real sleep."

"Do you think you could take down a swat team and the Secretary of State?" He joked as a smile pushed through his burden.

"Mmmmm...no? But I can definitely wake you up and let you take care of it. I'm a pretty good cheerleader." You pondered. "Ooh! Or I could give them all cookies and ask them nicely to leave you alone."

"Well why didn't I think of that before?" Steve let out a genuine laugh.

"Right? Did you even try that first before going into hiding?" You jokingly questioned.

"Not everyone is as smart as you, honey." He joked right back.

"Maybe just keep that in mind next time" You smiled, happy to see even the tiniest bit of relief on his face. "Oh also, this hair and that beard are really working for you."

"Really? That's what you got out of this whole situation?" Steve questioned with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

You happily pat the top of his head before stepping away to go back to your desk, but you almost regretted it the moment cool air hit where his warm hands were once holding you.

"Yeah, was I supposed to get something else out of it?" You asked, cocking your head to the side.

"Maybe not being so trusting of strangers, doing some research on the people you let into your house..."

"I did eventually do the research, you can't really deny that now." You laughed.

"I guess I can't." Steve wiped the last of the tears off his face and picked up his piping bag again.

There was a few more moments of silence that were way more comfortable this time, the atmosphere was no longer thick, and you had one last trick up your sleeve to get your friend to smile.

"... You're still going to come hang out here, right?" You questioned.

"So long as I'm still welcome." He answered, you could hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Of course you are! Now why would you ever not be welcome he- you drive me crazy." You shook your head like a disappointed mom.

Steve puffed out a giggle at your reaction to his reluctance. "Do you understand my ability to lift that stand mixer a little better now?"

"Two men, Steven. I was going to get two men for that job, and even then I had my doubts. Here I was think you were about to pull a muscle in your back."

"I think Michael could've handled that all on his own." Steve shrugged, obviously joking.

"Well since you're not going to flee Greenwood I think I should tell you something..." You started.

"What?"

"Your circles are great, but your straight lines? A liiiiiitle shaky" Your voice went up an octave or two and you pinched your forefinger and thumb together with just a tiny bit of space between them.

He looked up at you, then back down at his cookies, and pouted when he noticed you weee actually right.

"Ugh!" He threw his head back dramatically. "You know what you just did? You just squished my feelings."

"Oh no!" You laughed. "It's just constructive criticism!"

"I do not care. My feelings are squished and there is no way to un-squish them!"

"Relax big buy, you're still a beginner" You took the seat right next to him and you instinctively rolled the chairs as close to each other as you could. You put your hand out asking for his piping bag, so he gave it to you. "Let me show you how it's done."

The remainder of the night, everything went back to normal. You taught him as much as you could the best way you knew how, and he made you laugh.

When the two of you decided to call it a night, both of your keys in hand and ready to head out, you were about to flip off the last light switch before he brought it up once more.

"Thanks again for being so kind to me. I've been having a really hard time since the war and you have been the best escape." He admitted in the comfort of the dark bakery. "Not many people have been so understanding."

"Of course, honey. I always look forward to spending time with you, and I've always got your back whenever you need it." You squeezed the top of his arm. "But I have no idea what your talking about..."

Genuinely confused for a moment, he was quick to remind you. "The Captain America thing"

"Who?" You said again, feigning confusion.

"The civil wa- oooooohhhh" He realized you were playing dumb for the sake of keeping this a secret to the outside world.

You laugh as you pushed through the door and held it open for him. He walked through and closed it.

"I've literally never heard of Captain what's his butt before" You mumbled under your breath as you locked the door.

"That's a better name I think" Steve nodded in agreement.

"You think?! I know!" You played along.

"You know what?" Steve asked.

"I know nothing." You insisted. "Goodnight, what's his butt."

"Goodnight, Honey." Steve smiled sincerely for the first time in a while.

Next part: Absdoughlutely

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[blueparadis]

Okay, but like BLLK Team Z finally getting a break outside of BlueLock and only for Chigiri to reunite with his girlfriend and that’s how the rest finds out that he even has one

CHERRY WAVES ; CHIGIRI HYOMA !

⊂ CONTENT & TAGS ⊃ f!reader(s!her pronouns) , humor, swearing,semi-canon compliance, fluff, flirting, ( touch - starved ) team z is a hindrance to their ‘moment’. blog navigation + word count ::1kish; i was writing for him so i kinda mixed your idea with my wip. hope you like it >:)) &<3

“Ohhhh. . . Hyom I'm so tired of seeing you in rectangles ”

“What do you mean . . . ? rectangles ”, Chigiri's lips puckered out in confusion unable to understand the sudden complaint in her voice. His brows furrowed and then jumped, a few blinks: one. two. three; his voice followed a trail of merriment, cheeks stretching up to his ears. “I see what's this about. . . it's been a while since we were together. . . like on a date.”

“ Umm-ughh ” Her eyes shifted from the screen to elsewhere, somewhere up. As her neck stretched, a spread of ink was noticed by her boyfriend.

“BaBe . . .”, he gasped, “ is that a tattoo?”

“tattoo? Who got tattoo?”

“uh. . . No...no-one”, chigiri quipped almost instantaneously as if someone else possessed him, someone else was pouring words in his mouth and he couldn't even figure out why he act the way he acted.

Bachira cocks his head exclaiming with a teeth-flashing green, “but I'm sure i heard a girl's voice.”

Fuck.

“Chigiri’s got a girlfriend ”, Bachira chimed being proud of his deduction.

Double Fuck.

“What ? No way.”, Isagi's jaw drops at Bachira’s words.

Think. Think. Think something quick.

“Why? Why is it so unbelievable? ”, Kunigami joined the conversation being a saviour to Chigiri’s aid.

Bachira and Isagi both squinted eyes at Kunigami who still had the raised eyebrows retaliating look. “Could it be . . .?”, Bachira trailed off

And Isagi finished the rest of his sentence “. . .you might have one and didn't tell us ?”

Thanks kuni, great distraction.

There was a pin drop silence for a few seconds while the greatest battle of eye-contact prevailed.

“Nope. I'm not taken.” Kunigami remarks and walks out of the room. Bachira and Isagi exchanged glances while Chigiri felt his senses being on edge again.

“Now then . . .” Bachira stood , shifting his weight on one of his ankle. “Tell her , who she is. . . the girl of your dreams” He demanded in a dramatic tone, looking at Chigiri who was standing like a statue. Still being clueless why he became so stiff all of a sudden. Sure, he had plans to tell them or maybe introduce her to them but now might not be a good time

He sucked in a strong breath saying, “It is just my sister you guys” Knotting his hair up in a ponytail he strolled towards his bed and flopped on it. Bachira as well as Isagi didn't press him any further. He looks dejected. Moreover, today's match tired them out more than they had assumed.

Chigiri couldn't sleep a blink. He can't seem to recall when he had talked with his girl last time on a video call. He recalled how she whined about seeing him in rectangles but then again, most of his friends keep in touch with their family and loved ones, through rectangles. Geez! So childish!

is it? is it really childish?

It's been a while since hyoma said ‘i love you’ to her. It's been a while since he held her hands in his and go for shopping or explore cafes together. It's been a while since he kissed her cheeks, embraced her, feel her touch and. . . Chigiri exhaled deeply brushing away those thoughts. He can not afford to get distracted now, especially when there is just one more game left and then he can be outside this lavish cell.

is that all she is? a distraction?

—

That was risky and reckless to sneak out from the squad using the crowd as a diversion but it was worth it. He could now see her , feast his eyes on her as much as he wants. He missed annoying her with his obvious stares.

She held a pair of dangling earrings over her respective ears asking joyfully, “Do you think these would look good on me? ”

No answer.

“What’re you looking at?”, she fetched with confusion washing over her face.

“I don't know ” Chigiri walks up to her, holding her hands keeping his eyes on her while hers roamed everywhere being surprised at his advances. “You tell me what I could I possibly look at ” She turned her face away feeling awfully warm being in the vicinity of his affection. Chigiri interlaced his fingers with hers, brought her hand close to his mouth and pressed a soft dry kiss on her knuckles, of course after doing a quick scan all around.

There were people but they were all busy.

“You little shit.”

The couple gazed to the source. Chigiri’s eyes flared up and Bachira? He threw ran as fast as he could holding the ice-cream in one hand shouting at people to excuse him.

Chigiri was in high spirits, bachira couldn't possibly think that he could run faster than him, can he now? He chased his friend through the stream of the crowd in the mall. Bachira knew he couldn't beat him, at least not in the running. He knew Chigiri would catch up to him quickly; hence, the moment he spotted Isagi he shouted from the bottom of his lungs “Isagi. you owe me 50 bucks. I won the bet. Chi—”

Shit. Shit.shit. shiiiitt.

The security guard stood in front of them like a tower. Chigiri and Bachira, both were now on the same side. They were not running anymore. Few minutes later Team Z gathered in front of the mall.

Chigiri called y/n, “Yo Bae, come outside. We are at gate 4. My friends are here too.” with an apologetic tone, and ragged intake of breaths.

“Okay. You sound. . . are you ohkay? ?”

“I'm. Yeah . I'm ”, he ran his fingers through the bridge of his nose trying to hide his smile. He was . . . beaming with joy, he couldn't be more right about anything else than having you in his life.

—

@tokyometronetwork & @knchins [ ykw >:)) ]

[proton-selfships]

So I just read this great post by @kittyandco and it struck a really, really deep chord with me as someone who was also in the selfship community in ye olden days (as in, pre-pandemic olden days).

Now, don't get me wrong, those days weren't perfect either. I still experienced hostility for little reason, and it still hurts me to think about and affects my ability to trust people to this day. And I sure as hell wasn't the only one, or the one who had it the worst. But that lack of good faith that used to be the exception really does feel like the norm now, and it makes interacting way more stressful than it ever was back then. You're expected to read novella-length DNIs and can't interact with or follow anyone without fearing that you missed one of your fandoms on their DNI list and will get shit for it.

(And those pages are often confusing to navigate and use hard-to-read colors, to boot. Seriously, the Web Content Accessibility Guidelines should be mandatory reading for anyone making a Carrd or Rentry account)

And that's not even to mention the fear of what you say to someone in a private conversation getting twisted and shared and vagueposted about without your permission. That's something I've witnessed happen to multiple friends of mine. Again, isolated incidents back then, way more common than it should be now.

Meanwhile, *old woman voice* back in my day... What I always think back to was the really popular ask game that would go around, where you could ask whoever reblogged it to come up with headcanons for your F/Os. And people were sending each other asks left and right! People were excited to look up F/Os they'd never heard of to come up with a little pick-me-up for the person in their ask box! And I remember them being a blast to read and write!

Nowadays? If your F/Os are from sources that's not in the media zeitgeist or another limited set of perennial sources people will generally know enough to engage with... Good luck getting anyone to talk to you. (And that definitely goes double for anyone who ships with characters who aren't white men or isn't white themselves, that's a whole other issue that I've definitely experienced as a lesbian.)

I think it's both the growing atmosphere of hostility and social media in general's growing focus on "making content" and "branding" that keeps people from reaching out to each other unless they ship the same kinds of things they do. It's not really a community anymore. And that sucks, because that's a problem that's infected selfship spaces from the social media landscape as a whole

But I think we could still make the choice to see each other as people. Because, at the end of the day, selfshippers don't really have anywhere else to go. We're all just a bunch of people who carry love for characters in our hearts. Shouldn't we be willing to extend that love to each other, too?

(Obviously, this comes with caveats. I don't know if this is just me and my friends, but it also feels like we're all just too tired nowadays to reach out or meaningfully engage with other shippers' work. I'm definitely guilty of going MIA for long periods for that reason, so I'm not going to act like the lack of interaction with my blog specifically isn't my fault there. But in my experience I've seen a lot of that exhaustion come from this, from the walking on eggshells and the lack of reciprocity of the energy you put in, so it all still applies)

[airbendertendou]

bts ft tokyorev !! jus small something to get me back into posting <3

[including : sanzu, hinata, hakkai, draken + emma]

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˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— SANZU! ♥︎ “you’re makin’ me a boy with luv.”

platinum hair falls onto your pillow as sanzu stretches. you watch from your vanity, lips pulling into a small smile as he sighs. his phone chimes - a frown scrunches his face immediately.

"what's with the frown, hm? your friends are waiting for you."

"would rather be here," sanzu grumbles. he stands, chin settling on your shoulder as he stands behind the chair you're on. he lets out a groan, "would rather be anywhere else."

"san-" pearlescent eyes meet yours in the mirror, glaring into view. you digress, "haru. go be with your friends."

he lets out another loud, long groan that vibrates against your back. "whatever. i'll be back soon."

"and i'll be waiting!" you brush your lips against the top of his head. sanzu straightens up at the touch, pushing his face closer to you, for a better, proper kiss. you pepper his face with love, watching as his mouth curled up happily. "go have fun."

˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— HiNATA! ♥︎ “you’ve got the best of me!”

you couldn't lie. not like this - not to her. hinata trembles as she stands in front of you, clementine eyes watery and swollen. the letter in her hand is ripped - torn to shreds by your own hand.

it shakes as she holds it - so tightly that her knuckles have changed colors. she sniffs, "you're not going."

it's not a question - it's something you both already know. you sigh, hiding your exhaustion and hoping she takes it for something else. "i told you i wouldn't get in."

"then i'm staying."

"hina-"

"we promised." her hands shake along with her voice this time. "we're supposed to go to the same school. same dorm. same- everything!"

hinata sucks in a deep breath, centering herself as she closes her eyes. she looks at you again, "you're staying, i'm staying."

your own lip starts to tremble as you look away from her. "i can't ask you to ruin your life for me."

"it's not ruined," her hand clenches yours now. "not when it's spent with you."

˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— HAKKAi! ♥︎ “why are you shaking up my heart?”

yuzuha twirls her hair into a ponytail as she lets out a huff. you sneak a look at her homework - she's just as confused as you. her eyes roll to the ceiling before she speaks over her shoulder. "is there something you need?"

you turn, seeing half of hakkai. he squeaks once your eyes land on him, the rest of his body hiding behind the wall. you hold in a giggle, sending a wave his way instead. "hi, hakkai!"

"don't encourage him." yuzuha mumbles. there's shuffling, then mutters before hakkai is back in sight. his cheeks to his ears are a bright, rosy pink.

he clears his throat a few times. "for... for you. snacks." hakkai's voice is tender, quiet as he speaks. a few bags are placed in front of you, various flavors and treats being presented. hakkai lingers, gulping before he rushes off.

yuzuha narrows her eyes at the new treats, "aren't these all your favorites?"

"um," you double check them. they are your favorites. you bite your lip, "i don't think so! you like this one, right?"

seemingly distracted, she shuffles through the snacks one more time. you sneak a look to the other side of the room where hakkai has hidden in the doorway once again. you send him a smile, watching as he visibly tenses, face turning completely red now.

you let the grin linger, turning and grabbing something sweet from the pile.

˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— DRAKEN! ♥︎ “mold a pretty lie for you.”

"what a day!" draken flops onto the couch with a heavy sigh. you bite your cheek, hiding your bitten and torn nails from his view. he looks your way, "i thought they'd never let me leave the shop."

"really?' your voice sounds warbled and tired - aching. you clear your throat, passing your steaming, half-drunk tea his way. "what happened?"

draken begins, speaking of picky customers ; unhelpful coworkers ; anything and everything above. you try your best to listen - try to swallow and gulp down your own bad day to showcase his.

you always admired his storytelling before. believed it would show emotions he usually hid - gestures he usually wouldn't do. but, now - today - every move draken made hurt.

he wouldn't notice your own distress ; wouldn't notice how overwhelmed you were. at no one's fault but your own. prioritizing others - making sure you and your feelings were pushed aside - it was something you were used to.

a bad habit you wouldn't ever change.

the mug was now empty - draken had finished his recollection minutes ago. he was watching you now - how you blankly stared, but continued to nod your head along to words no one was saying.

a hand settles on your knee. "doll," draken's voice is gentle, "talk to me."

your bottom lip wobbles and the dam bursts.

˚₊‧꒰ა 💌 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

— EMMA! ♥︎ “for a better day, because we are together.”

she giggles as you brush a pretty, shimmery pigment over her eyelids. your own grin settles on your lips, though you try to scold her anyways. "emma! sit still!"

"it tickles," she whines. blinking her eyes open, the blond makes sure to pout as dramatically as she can. "and you're taking forever."

you mock her silently, brushing blush onto her cheeks now. "blah, blah, blah. i'm almost done."

true to your word, you're finished with her impromptu makeover moments later. emma smacks her lips together, fluffing her hair as she looks in the mirror.

"this color is nice," she speaks up. patting her cheeks in satisfaction, she nods to herself. "i need to use it more often."

"you look wonderful - you're welcome." emma sticks her tongue out at you before turning back to the mirror. "my turn now?"

"your turn?" emma blinks. you nod slowly, tilting your head. "aren't you already wearing makeup?"

shaking your head, you have no time to speak before emma is sitting on the bed in front of you. her eyes are wide as she sits on her knees, towering above you. "no way!"

emma lets out a breath that sounds like a sigh as she holds your face between her hands. "you're so pretty. that's so unfair. you- you're-" she lets out another sigh.

her hands fall down insync with her head falling to your shoulder. "how unfair. you're so unfair."

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[milaisreading]

Hii i've been loving your works recently and I'm fairly new to your blog!

I don't see a rules list anywhere so I don't know if what I'm requesting might be against your comfort so forgive me!!

But may I request a pt.2 to toddler manager where as the reader (the manager) is taking care of u20 toddlers and recently the bastard munchen is also experiencing this same problem in their facility!

Please take your time, do not force yourself and do not overstress or overwork anything, all your works are amazing and makes me smile like an idiot <33

And I'm sorry for requesting if requests are closed :(

I don't see the requests closed thingy anywhere on your blog. But feel free to deny this, and have a nice day <3

Also, can I be 🥢 anon 👀👀

Author: Sure thing 🥢! I hope u are ok with this approach I had to your idea! Thank u for the request, and thank u for supporting me! Have a great day🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to: Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

"No, Otoya! Don't climbe up there!!" (Y/n) yelled in panic, picking the now 3 years old boy up, making sure to put him far away from the chair.

"(Y/n)! I am hungry!" Karasu, who was now 4 years old, yelled as he kept on pulling Yukimiya's glasses. The 3 years old Isagi and Bachira were sleeping peacefully in a corner.

"I will make you something in a minute, Karasu- Barou, stop scaring Niko!" (Y/n) scolded the 4 years old. Niko who was now 1, was crying as Barou was glaring in his direction.

"Tell Aryu to stop flaunting his hair around!" Barou yelled back, pointing at the 4 years old, who had a sparkly aura around him.

"Not my fault your haircare routine sucks!" He yelled back as (Y/n) sighed and picked Niko up, try to calm him down.

"It's ok, Niko. Barou didn't mean to scare you." She said softly, trying to calm him down. Niko clutched on her shirt and hid his face face in her shoulder blade. The 2 years old Rin was glaring in Niko's direction, while Kurona and Hiori slept soundly next to him.

She sighed in tiredness, then looked down at Gagamaru, who was pulling on her pants.

"Is everything alright, Gagamaru?" She asked, slowly getting down on his eyelevel to not wake Niko up.

'He must be tired from all the crying.' She thought. Gagamaru looked at her nervously for a moment, his lips quivering and eyes watering up as he tried to speak up. She grew a little worried and looked over at Kunigami, who was watching over Chigiri and the rest of team Z sleeping.

"Kunigami, can you please take Niko?" She asked the boy, who quickly nodded his head and ran to take him. Once the sleeping boy was out of her arms, she looked at the sobbing goalkeeper.

"What happened? Did you hurt yourself somewhere?" She asked, looking over his form.

"N-no! B...but... you will probably hate me for this..." He started crying loudly, causing the boys to look at him in confusion.

"What? Why would I hate you? What happened?" (Y/n) asked, picking him up in a hug. The rest sent Gagamaru harsh glares, causing the boy to cry more. The cries caused Chigiri, Bachira, Isagi, Kurona and Hiori to wake up. Kunigami was trying his hardest to isolate Niko from the noises.

"What happened?" Chigiri yawned.

"Whatever happened, please tell me. There is no way I will hate you." She told Gagamaru softly, who looked up at her for a moment.

"Promise?"

"Promise." She nodded. Gagamaru sighed and pointed at the door.

"R-Reo and Nagi ran out and I couldn't stop them. I don't know where they went."

(Y/n) felt her soul leave her body at that. Now two of their players went missing?!

'What's worse is that Reo is a billionaire heir! His parents will kill me for this!'

"It's not your fault... Gagamaru.... but I will need to go and look for them." She said, letting go of the boy. Karasu's eyes lit up at that and he grinned.

"Alright! You guys stay here then." Karasu announced, causing the rest to look at him in confusion, while he walked towards (Y/n), grabbing her pants.

"And (Y/n) and I will look for them. Come on."

"What? Karasu, no-"

"No way will you go!" Barou yelled as Otoya sent him a thumbs down. Yukimiya fixed his glasses and glared at Karasu as well.

"You forget where you put your socks. How will you help?"

"(Y/n) needs someone glamorous to help her." Aryu added in, grabbing her other leg.

"Hey!" Karasu yelled back.

"Stop arguing." Kunigami groaned.

"I am the captain, I should go." Rin pouted as Hiori and Kurona tried to calm him down.

"Stop! Stop! None of you are leaving this room!" (Y/n) yelled, growing a little frustrated, then looked at the team.

"But I can't leave you guys unsupervised."

She groaned, finding only one solution to her problem.

"So, the princess needed her loyal prince to save her?" Oliver hummed in amusement as he hear (Y/n)'s explanation. The girl groaned at Oliver's words, trying to get Isagi and Hiori to let her go.

"Loyal? Since when?" Chigiri raised an eyebrow as Barou stuck his tongue out at Oliver.

"Please, please help me here. Can you watch them while I look for Reo and Nagi?" She asked. Oliver raised an eyebrow and looked at the team, who was sending him death stares. It looked adorable to him.

"Well, I don't know~ I am a captain and have sooo much work to do-" Oliver spoke again.

"Please! I will do anything, just help me out!" She begged, finally freeing her legs from Hiori and Isagi. Oliver stayed quiet, then sent her a smirk, and (Y/n) knew she screwed up now.

"Anything? You will do anything?" Oliver wondered, smirking as he loved closer. The boys felt their alarm bells ring, but decided to keep quiet now.

"Yes." She said, now a little bit unsure about this idea. Oliver chuckled and nodded his head, moving closer to whisper something in her ear. The team watched in worry as her eyes widened and face turned a dark shade of red.

"What?! I am not doing that!" She protested.

"Stop being a creep, you loser." Yukimiya said, earning a nod from Karasu.

"He is so lame." Otoya rolled his eyes, just as mad as the rest. Rin, who appeared behind Oliver, kicked his leg.

"Ouch! Well, then you don't need my help-" He started to leave, but was stopped by (Y/n).

"No no no! I do need it! Please, Oliver!" She said, grabbing his arm.

"We don't need this loser." Bachira grumbled as Kunigami nodded his head. Isagi and Hiori walked over to Kurona, whispering something in his ear.

"Alright, alright." The pinkette told them. Gagamaru was pouting as he watched over Niko's sleeping form. Aryu was holding Barou back as Karasu was looking for some Lego bricks.

"So, will you agree on my request?" Oliver asked. Sighing in defeat, she nodded her head.

"Yes, I will do that after I find Reo and Nagi."

Oliver grinned at her words.

"Alright, then you don't have to worry about anything-"

"Thanks!" She yelled, running out of the room.

Oliver sighed as he watched (Y/n) leave, then yelped in pain and looked down at his leg.

"What the?! Did you just bite me?!" Oliver yelled in disbelief as he looked at Kurona, who was blinking up at him in boredom.

Oliver then felt a lego brick hit him and he looked over at Karasu, who was smirking at him.

"We will make your stay here unbearable." He declared.

"Whatever you say, shorty." Oliver rolled his eyes.

After an hour of looking through the Blue Lock building, (Y/n) had lost hope in finding them. She looked everywhere! The practice rooms, their bedrooms, the gyms, the lunch hall, she even went to the shower rooms to see if they were there.

"Thank God nobody was using them." (Y/n) cringed to herself, walking into the building designated for the Manshine team. She prayed that none of the coaches were there, otherwise she will have a lot of explaining to do once Ego or Anri find out.

'Please, please, please....' She prayed looking through the facility.

Back with Oliver, he was having a stare off with Barou.

"You know, you guys look adorable like this. We should keep you tiny sized." Oliver commented.

"Shut up, you hair nightmare!" Aryu yelled.

"What did you ask of (Y/n) to do?" Isagi demanded for the 10th time.

"Because whatever it is, we will not let it happen!" Kunigami added in, earning a nod from Hiori.

"You are smelly." Kurona commented nonchalantly.

"And you are old." Yukimiya said.

"And probably don't know how to act normally." Otoya yawned.

"And you look old. Ever heard of a skincare routine?" Chigiri snickered.

Oliver rolled his eyes.

'These brats!'

'Ahhh! I will get fired and then sued by the Mikage family!' She thought, sitting down in the cafeteria after finishing her search at the Manshine building.

"I might as well say goodbye to everyone-"

"Hey, (Y/n). Is the Ubers building a daycare now?" Came Lorenzo's voice as he walked up to her. The girl still had her face on top of the desk, so she didn't see him yet.

"No....no you guys are not." She groaned, tired of all the kids talk.

"Then what were the Mikage and Nagi boy doing there? I found them sound asleep in my bedroom."

"What?!" She looked up at Lorenzo, only to find the two boys sound asleep in his arms.

'THEY ARE ALIVE!' She thought, getting up up from her seat and running to where Lorenzo was.

"You found them?!"

"They were lost?" He asked, handing over the two.

"Ahh~ nevermind that! I need to bring them back to Ego-san! You are a job saver, Lorenzo!" (Y/n) exclaimed, impulsively kissing his cheek and she ran out, leaving the boy bewildered for a moment.

"Uh... w-welcome..."

"Ah? You found them?" Oliver sighed in relief as she ran into the room. The tension between him and the others disappeared.

"(Y/n)!!!" They exclaimed as Bachira and Chigiri ran to her side.

"We missed you!" They yelled, causing the girl to chuckle a little.

"I was only gone for an hour." She raised her eyebrow as she put Reo and Nagi down, who were still sound asleep.

"Too long!" Karasu and Barou yelled. Oliver rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, causing (Y/n) and the rest to look at him.

"Hm?" She raised her eyebrow.

"So, where is my reward kiss?" Oliver asked.

"K-kiss?!" Hiori yelled in disgust.

"Why would she kiss you?!" Isagi yelled, pointing his finger at Oliver.

"You probably smell like fish." Aryu cringed as Rin, Karasu and Kunigami stood in front of (Y/n), all three glaring at Oliver.

"Your beloved manager promised it to me, didn't you?" He teased, causing the girl to blush.

"I... I did." He said, already regretting everything.

"(Y/n), you can't kiss him! His breath smells!" Yukimiya protested the idea. Just as (Y/n) was about to speak up again, the door opened. To her horror, she found Noel holding 2 children by their collars, while 2 hid behind him.

"Oh no..." Oliver muttered, massaging his temple.

"We have an issue with the Bastard München team." The coach said. The kid versions of Kaiser and Gesner stopped glaring at each other and looked at Oliver and (Y/n). Ness and Grim peeked at them from behind Noa's legs.

"Can you watch over them while I talk to Ego?"

"I...I...ehm..." (Y/n)'s eye started to twitch as Oliver sighed.

"Leave them here. I will call over Sendou, Niou and Miroku for help." The captain said.

[druidrot]

since your asking for requests i have one from the 2023 list "Just admit it, you have feelings for them." "Only the worst ones." with astarion if you dont only write gale?

I do indeed write for all the companions + Dammon! I just love Gale lol.

My first fic on this blog is this one, a spicy little Astarion piece I wrote back when the game first game out. I originally posted it to ao3 but thought to bring it here.

Anyways, on to the show!

pairing: astarion/reader (m/f)

warnings: none, just some pining lol

word count: 1k

The party grows weary. 

You had been traveling through the muddy forest for the better part of the day, clearing the area of any stray cultists. Another cloister of zealots had been your latest find as dusk faded into night. The spellcasters among them were relentless, their spells leaving your party sore, battered, and exhausted. The wounds sustained from their brawlers fester and ooze. You know it’s time to rest soon, you can feel your body practically begging for it after all. You have no choice but to press on, growing more and more desperate to find the way back to camp.

As you continue to trudge through the mud, you find yourself growing irritable. You know this clearing, recognize it after traipsing through it three times. Your legs seem to grow heavier with every step you take, weighed by the mud and the exhaustion beating down on you.

Realistically, you know you should have sought shelter hours ago. You’re too stubborn for your own good, however, and the need to prove yourself to your ragtag group of party members burns a hole through your chest. It churns like a cesspool in your belly, the sick feelings of guilt and fear and inadequacy. You're a good few weeks into your little misadventure and if anything, you feel even less suited to the job so graciously bestowed upon you. You sigh heavily, cursing as your ankle is sucked into deep mud. 

“Darling, are you quite sure we’re going the right way?” Astarion’s tone is deceptively soft, but you know better. He’s crouching on a nearby rock, pompously smirking down at you like the smug bastard he can be sometimes. “Why, I think you’ve led us through this filthy little clearing three times now.”

"I know that, Astarion," you spit, leaning down to try and pry your boot free. "I'm doing my best, okay? I'm just as tired as the rest of you."

He regards you for one long, agonizing moment, and then he simply shakes his head, gracefully climbing down from the rock he so proudly perched upon. "What are we to do with you, pet? You're a mess."

"We could help her to start," Karlach interjects, huffing heavily as she finally reaches your position. "Easy, soldier. Don't move too much or you might snap a bone or two."

Astarion glowers at her. It doesn't last long as he's more focused on trying to get to you, all measured steps and careful movements as he traverses through the heavy mud. Last night's rain really did your party no favors, leaving the forest a wet, mucky sludgepit.

"Ugh, this is dreadful," he remarks, scowling as his foot slips. "How people find enjoyment in this astounds me."

"I, for one, think it builds character," Karlach quips, leaning down to help tug at your foot. "What's life without a little mud, aye?"

She proceeds to yank from your ankle and you cry out as the mud seems to thicken, pulling you in further.

"Perhaps we might take a different approach?" you gasp, swatting at her hands. "Sorry, Karlach."

She sheepishly pulls away. "Yeah, maybe that was a bit much. Sorry, Soldier."

Astarion scoffs as he settles behind you. You had briefly forgotten his presence so you startle, body going stiff as he presses even closer. You take note of the easy way he crouches, careful of where his feet stand so as to avoid your fate.

"While I do enjoy a good show of brute force," his sly voice in your ear makes your stomach flip, but you hold it together. "A situation such as this calls for finesse. Allow me?"

You nod breathlessly, body stiffening as his hands find purchase at the calf of your trapped leg. He takes his time moving down the expanse of your armor, delicately coming to a stop at the tip of your boot. He is quiet as he begins to work at the clasps, loosening them as much as he possibly can. Once finished, he turns to meet your gaze.

"Do you trust me, pet?"

His eyes are intense, inscrutable, but still you see something sparking to life behind those pretty red irises. So you concede and nod your head, all the while keeping your eyes fixed on his. He takes off his gloves and slowly, so slowly does he wrap his hands around your ankle before he finally slides them under the lip of your boot. His fingers are gentle as they prod at your skin, sure when they wrap around your heel and slowly begin to prise it free from the leather encasing it.

You can't look at him anymore, so you turn your attention back to Karlach. She hums some noncommittal tune, faced away from you both to give you the illusion of privacy. You burn in embarrassment but you know by this point, you should be used to it. This dance you and Astarion move through is a familiar one. You push, he pulls. He pushes, you pull. It's no secret the lines have blurred, not to you, not to the party. You don't know if the pale elf is up to speed, but you do not push it.

Once your foot is free, you thank him quietly. He meets your gaze again, all ruby, undecipherable intensity. You swallow the sickening want that threatens to burn a hole through your chest, choosing to instead pluck your freed boot from his hand. A coy smirk pulls at his lips but you ignore it, still burning, and you simply pull yourself together and continue on the path.

Once you're far enough away, Karlach nudges Astarion.

"Just admit it, fangs," she teases in a singsong voice. "You have feelings for her."

Astarion bristles, scoffing in indignation. If blood ran through his veins, he's sure he'd be flushed pink. He ignores the twisted way his chest aches at the insinuation.

"Perhaps," he muses, glaring at her. "But only the worst kind"

Karlach laughs and sets off after you. It takes him a moment to follow and when he does, he feels that same deep-rooted ache start to throb.

The worst kind indeed, he thinks, resigned.