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The Trapper | part II preview

Series Summary: Set in the 1850s, a long distance romance (of sorts) between a traveler who hunts for a living and an innkeeper's daughter.

Part II Summary: Harry & Y/n still need to talk and a little back massage turns naughty. The following day Y/n learns something about Harry that changes everything. Read the first preview here. Part 2 will be posted to Patreon on Nov. 16

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Harry had lost his head. When they stepped into the shelter of the inn and out of the rain his lips were burning and his heart was bursting. He had been only thinking of holding her and kissing her again and that’s just what they did. He should have thought better than to do that, knowing her father or even her brother could catch them.

And now, standing before the man who raised the woman he was just caught locking lips with Harry felt he might have just ruined everything. Certainly, her father would not allow his daughter to be with such a careless and crude man.

The moment her father was sure Y/n was out of earshot he stepped forward to the hunter and squinted, “What business do you have with her? She’s too vulnerable to play around with like this, Harry.”

Harry stood up straight and tried to ignore the way his heart was still pounding wildly in his chest. Y/n’s father had always been intimidating to him. Not only because he was her father and Harry wanted to make a good impression on the man, but because he was tall and stoic. His large build didn’t mean he was a mean man, but Harry was certain her father could easily harm anyone who deserved a good beating.

“Sir, I apologize about what you just saw. I have always really taken a liking to your daughter. More than any other woman I’ve ever met. She’s special to me. Smart and beautiful. I intended to speak to you soon about my feelings for her but this happened and I didn’t mean…” he took a breath to calm himself. He felt lightheaded under the scrutiny of her father. “I hoped to get your permission to court her.”

The tall man pulled out a chair and motioned for Harry to sit before he walked away into the office.

Harry sat down and he kept his leg jumping to let out the nerves he was feeling. If he thought he was nervous telling Y/n how he felt about her, it had nothing on telling her father.

When the man emerged from the office he had two short glasses in his hands and a bottle of whisky tucked under his arm. He placed the glasses down and uncorked the whisky before pouring about a jigger’s worth in each.

He sat down and lifted his glass upward toward Harry, his expression sturdy, unemotive.

Harry lifted his glass and nodded as they each shot the whisky down in one gulp. Hot and bitter down the throat.

“She’s had men come by. I’ve been asked about her time and time again. One man seemed a good fit but I didn’t like that he was too old for her and thankfully, as hard as it was to come to terms with, she didn’t like the fellow much. His money made things appear optimistic but in the end, I want her happy. She’s the light of my life. My son will take over this place when I’m too old to walk but I always intended on her finding love and being happy outside of here. I’ve come to learn money doesn’t much make for a happy life. It sure can help but it’s not the key.”

Harry nodded as he listened to the man. Another jigger full of whisky was poured as her father continued, “I’ve always liked you. Hated to see how badly she took it every time you left, but I understood the reasons for your absence. You have somehow become special to her over the years. She’s never had a suitor that appealed much to her and I’ve reason to believe it’s because of you, though she’d never admit to it. At least not until now.”

Harry sipped his second glass, not interested in allowing the buzz of alcohol to get him too far beyond rational conversation, especially when the topic was so important.

“How long will you be in town?”

Harry placed his glass down gently and swallowed, “As long as I need to be. I wanted this time to be different. Didn’t want to just up and leave like I have in the past. I came here with a successful haul this time. A real carriage, lots of fur and leather that I can sell, an additional horse. I know I’m not a rich man by any means but I can provide. I hoped she’d want to leave with me when the time was right. But I have no plans to leave until I have permission to bring her with me.”

Her father clenched his jaw and then sighed, looking down into his glass, “Figured. Tell me what your plans are when you do leave here with her. If she agrees to that. Where’s home? Do you have land? Do you expect her to go with you on your adventures or will you have her stay put somewhere while you’re away?”

All good questions that Harry was prepared to answer. He nodded as he shot back the last of his whisky and answered, “I have a plot with a small cabin I built not far from my mother. About 100 miles West of here. And, in all honesty, I always imagined us together when I leave to hunt. I’ve got space in the carriage bed, not much but it’s something and can fit two. And maybe a child one day. I believe there would be stints when she might not be able to travel with me but in those times she would be near my mother.”

The man nodded and the edge of his mouth stretched upward in an almost smile, “You’d come back here with her every year? I’d miss her too much to never see her again.”

Harry blinked his eyes and quickly nodded, “Yes. Of course. I’m sure she’d insist on that as well.”

One more glass was poured before her father corked the bottle. Both men lifted their glasses and smiled at one another in silent agreement before drinking down the burning liquid. When her father stood he held out his hand to Harry.

Standing from his chair, Harry grasped the man’s hand in his and they shook before both going to their separate quarters.

The storm was heavy and the wind and rain and thunder were loud and wild. Sage Lake needed rain in a bad way, as much as it stalled the goings-on of normal life if it flooded, the land needed the water.

Harry laid back in his bed and smiled widely. Her father liked him. He had his blessing and that meant everything to him. He couldn’t believe the way his heart felt. Full of love and happiness at the prospect of having Y/n with him for good. She was a smart girl with a big heart and he knew she’d like going with him on his trips. She’d enjoy traveling with him and seeing new places outside of Sage Lake. He imagined them having a child or two and watching Y/n teach them to read and do math.

She was far smarter than Harry was. He could barely put words together when reading road signs, much less the pages of a book or news article. He figured if she had the patience, perhaps she could even teach him to read for pleasure because as it was he only read things for necessity and even then some of the letters strung together didn’t always make sense to him.

He just hoped that when he told her everything he needed to she’d still want him.

He was pulled from his little daydream when he heard a knock at his door. He sat up quickly and rushed to open it knowing it was Y/n before he even saw her.

A/N: This is a patreon exclusive series. Read the first preview here. If you're interested in signing up I have Patreon set so that you pay on the day you sign up and then a month later on the same day (not first of the month).

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ensignsimp · 4 months

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Could you do headcanons for Andorian courting/mating practices? Maybe specifically something for Tholos or Shran trying to court a reader who’s completely oblivious to Andorian courting traditions and so is painfully oblivious to his attempts to woo her?

"Miscommunication" ENT Thy'lek Shran x Fem! Reader (1/2)

A/N: I had to do a lot of research for this character because I have not watched Star Trek Enterprise. Thankfully, a friend let me borrow their box set.

A/N+: *Usha-shan is a made-up term for mating display/duel. I also posted a Weird Kinky HC for this as well to help give some context.

TW: Mature Themes

You had strange things been happening to you for weeks. The Andorians would constantly "run into" the Enterprise on more than one occasion. This was becoming more of an issue due to the frequency. However, Archer couldn't pass up an opportunity for diplomacy.

The only problem for you really was Shran. He always seemed insistent on having you join him and the other senior officers for meetings. Other times he would have you come aboard his ship for some long menial chore. At one point he invited you to a late-night briefing only to find a diner for two.

It was getting on your nerves at some points, but like Archer you wanted to be accommodating and diplomatic. You were unsure if Shran was trying to do the same. After your latest run-ins with Shran, you would return to your quarters to find a variety of strange gifts.

The first time it happened Shran presented you with a beautiful Andorian gemstone necklace. The second time you were gifted with a large container of fresh vegetables, fruits, and meat, that you promptly gifted to Cook. Then on the most recent visit, you returned to a room filled with furs and silks.

You would try to talk to him about it on his next visit. It usually didn't take long for him to come back around. However, this visit seemed different. He would try to avoid you as much as possible. He would speak with Captain Archer in whispers. He would try not to look at you in corridors. He would sometimes go in the opposite direction when he saw you. It made you believe that whatever he was trying to do was over. You just hoped you didn't insult him.

Shran felt nervous asking Archer for such a favor but he didn't know who else to trust. He had gained affection for one of his crew so it was only fair he asked him for assistance. He had tried everything to win you over, but it seemed as if you had no idea what he was trying to tell you. This made his blood boil when you ignored him, but it made him want you even more.

He walked into Archer's office, slammed his hands down on his desk, and looked him squarely in the eyes. "I need your help."

Archer looked confused, "Now what?" He sounded a little too sarcastic for his liking.

"I need to impress one of your crewmen. I wish to take them as a mate." Shran loudly whispered, afraid that any passers-by might hear him.

Archer raised his eyebrows shocked that he, Commander Shran of the Imperial Guard, would fall in love with a human being. He had several questions running through his mind, "Who?"

Shran let out a sigh, "It's Ensign (L/N)." He straightened up and put his hands behind his back, "I have tried to win their affection, however, they don't seem to notice."

"I have gifted them rare jewels, and silks, and provided them a vast array of resources yet they elect to ignore me." He said his antenna leaning back. "That is why I must show them that I am worthy of their attention."

He reached into his uniform jacket and pulled out a pad. "This is a detailed record of the *Usha-shan, a display of one's strength and vitality."

"I'm not going to have to try and kill you again am I?" Archer groaned a little taking the pad.

"That is not required." Shran laughed, "Though I think presenting them your head would be as appealing."

After explaining *Usha-shan to Archer, he agreed as long as no one would get killed. Shran was hopeful, he had not been in a duel like this for a while but he was hopeful about his prospects. Archer had no interest in winning you over so if that meant he would have the upper hand. For him, nothing could go wrong.

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dontlookheswatching · 1 month

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A Remembrance to be Forgotten

I'm like really bored and I suddenly feel like writing so I might as well give it a shot here on Tumblr🤷‍♂️

I really don't expect this to get much attention, I'm rather nervous to be posting this since it's a little different than what I usually do

But there's only one way to get past my fears sooo I'm gonna post this anyways

"Ben?"

The blonde elf looks up from his switch, gazing up at the tall raven haired man next to him. "Yeah?" He turns the console off, tilting his head a bit. They're sitting on the bed in Ben's room. The windows are slightly open, allowing a warm breeze to sweep inside every now and then, making his white curtains dance in the breeze. Sunlight filters in, filling the room with unnecessary bright light and illuminating the previously dark space.

Jeff is gazing out the window, not meeting his gaze, seeming troubled by something as the wind pushes his long hair around. "Yeah?" He replied, turning around to reach over and set the switch down on his nightstand, knowing a long talk is about to happen. He looks back to Jeff, but he's still gazing out the window.

Jeff inhales deeply, then lowers his head. "I'm sorry." He said quietly. Ben's expression softens in pity. He knows what he was going to say after that before he even said it. "For everything I've put you through. You never deserved any of that, you never should've had to put up with me while I was in a state like that. ." He trails off, his voice cracking a little.

Ben's quiet for a few seconds. He sighs then reaches forward to grabs Jeff's hands; The contrast between Ben's cold small hands and Jeff's warm big hands was always one reason they loved to hold hands, even as friends. Jeff tilts his head toward him slightly, but doesn't look directly at him, his head still lowered.

"I know I didn't have to. But I chose to. I wasn't going to give up on you, I wasn't going to sit back and watch you completely lose what humanity you barely had left at the time. I wasn't going to lose you again." Ben says, his tone soft and calming.

He knows perfectly well he didn't have to put up with it, he knows he could have easily avoided it all. But after everything he and Jeff had been through, after everything they opened up to each other about, he couldn't live without him, he couldn't bear losing him after all of it.

"I love you, Jeff. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't have tried as hard as I did. And yeah, it was hell, for both of us; But it worked in the long run, like I was hoping, praying, for. That's all that matters to me now. Your better. I'M better. We're in a new era of our lives, Jeff. I know you can't help but think about the past sometimes, but I promise, things are much better, and things will never return to the way they were."

He can hear Jeff's breath hitch, and after a few seconds he can see a tear drop from one eye onto his hand. He feels his heart crumble a tiny bit, his ears drooping as he pulls Jeff closer to him. He clings onto Ben's tunic, burying his face into his neck as he begins to sob. "Oh, Babe.." He says in a hushed tone, reaching up to begin playing with Jeff's hair gently.

He begins to hum softly, keeping Jeff close, one arm wrapped around him. "I-I'm so sorry" Is all Jeff can mutter between his sobs. Ben shushes him turning his head slightly to kiss Jeff on the forehead, then continues to hum.

They stay like that, holding onto one another, until Jeff drifts off. Ben gently moves him so he's laying in a more comfortable position before lying down as well, wrapping his arms back around Jeffs torso and resting his head on Jeff's chest. A nap couldn't hurt, he finds himself thinking as he closes his eyes, listening to Jeff's slow heartbeat as he falls asleep himself.

Things aren't perfect, but it's better. A perfect relationship from beginning to end is much more appealing, but at least they have the achievement of knowing they made it through everything, together, no matter what happened.

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fayes-fics · 1 year

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Breaking & Fixing: the Benophie remix

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Summary: Benedict’s wife likes to fix things (and break them)

Warnings: none... domestic married fluff and some humour.

Word count: 0.6k

Author's note: Bit nervous to post this tbh. A friend suggested I try remixing one of my fics into a Benophie fic, as an experiment in a different style of writing. This one felt like a good, fluffy place to try it out and appropriate to Sophie's story. I won't be tagging on this, as it’s different from my usual stuff. I hope my regular followers don’t mind this slight change of pace. I will, of course, continue with my x reader fics. Enjoy! <3

“What are you doing?” Benedict huffs a laugh as he enters the room.

“I'm trying to fix the hinge on this window,“ Sophie responds, standing somewhat precariously on a window sill a few feet off the ground, waving a little can of oil she holds as she speaks.

“Oh darling, I love you, but no,” he chuckles even louder.

“Why not?” she puffs a strand of loose hair away from her eye and shoots him a pout over her shoulder, which he deems utterly adorable. “It's squeaking in the wind, and it's really annoying.”

“Get down from there,” his tone is sweet, his eyes crinkling with amusement.

He holds out a hand. Sophie sighs and reluctantly takes it as his other arm wraps around her waist, effortlessly lowering her to the ground.

“We have staff, my darling. It is literally their job to do this sort of thing,” he fusses, taking the can from her hand and shaking his head, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“I didn't want to bother them,” she dismisses with a shrug. “I am a capable woman; I used to be the staff, after all, husband,” she says with a tinge of indignancy.

“Oh, I know, my love,” he affirms, “and it pains me to think of you being required to do any such things. At least give yourself the luxury of choosing not to do so now,” his voice soft with empathy.

Sophie tilts her head up to look at Benedict, to let him know she appreciates his concern for her, and his other arm wraps around her waist on instinct, the need to draw her close as natural as breathing.

“And, besides, I know just how capable you are, my darling wife,” he continues with a teasing lilt. “I saw you fixing the wheel on our carriage last week when you thought no one was looking.”

“You saw that?” she giggles, reaching up and looping her hands around his neck.

“I came damn close to breaking the thing again that night, just so I could watch you fix it all over,” he confesses. “It was very appealing,” he whispers against her hairline, revelling in the shiver he feels running down her spine as he does so.

“You like that about me?” she murmurs, burying her face into his neck and enjoying his scent.

“I like everything about you. Particularly how competent you are at so many things,” Benedict confides, running his hands up and down her back in delicate patterns.

Sophie raises her head and shoots him an impish grin. “How about we go fixing and breaking some other things?”

“You know, your eyes sparkle with amusement when you have an idea you like, and it always makes me both excited and a little apprehensive,” he flashes a crooked smile. “So what were you thinking?” he adds, knowing he will always aid and abet her schemes no matter how harebrained they may be; such is the price of love.

“Well, there's a fascinating piece of machinery in Mr Crabtrees' shed that’s in bits and pieces; it looks like it could use a fix,” her tone exuberant as she detangles from his embrace and takes off out of the room. Benedict stands there shaking his head affectionately before going to follow, just as Sophie swings back around the doorframe, catching him unawares.

“Then I was thinking maybe we could try breaking our bed, husband,” she rejoinders casually, giving him a salacious wink.

She watches gleefully for a moment as Benedict’s mind short circuits before skipping away happily towards the garden shed.

There’s a pause then he calls out after her loudly, “Wait, did you break our carriage just so you could fix it?… Wife?… Wife?”

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aylacavebear · 3 months

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 19

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 2524

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic. This one is taking on a life of it's own in a turn I hadn't anticipated, so adding a new tag.

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When the dragon crawled into your lap, it helped you relax a little. Plus, it felt nice to see it come over to you instead of interacting with Dean.

You still weren’t sure why it bothered you as much as it did. This whole “getting to know each other” thing made you nervous. Yeah, you enjoyed being around people, making them smile and laugh, but somehow, this felt different. So, you were nervous. Pinpointing why you were nervous was still something you couldn’t quite figure out.

The idea of adding to their grocery list felt strange. You even debated helping to pay for some of the groceries, but for now, keep that to yourself. When Sam mentioned you just going with them to the store, the idea was appealing. Then you thought about the dragon and how that would work. Would it stay at the bunker? It wasn’t like you could take a dragon out in public, no matter how small it was. People would freak out.

It was fairly embarrassing to tell them personal things about you, like reading fanfics on Tumblr. The thought of the things you enjoyed reading on there made you blush slightly, and you just hoped neither of them noticed. Thankfully, though, at least Dean had focused on baking. Although you couldn’t list specific things, so you generalized.

Why did he have to look so damned adorable when he smiled the way he did, you thought to yourself. And the way he chuckled made you want to smile. Then, every time he’d called you sweetheart, it made your heart flutter a little. You pushed it away, though, as best as you could. No point in getting attracted to him, even if you would be staying with them while they figured this whole thing out. You’d already convinced yourself that you were weird, especially after your accident and these two hunted monsters.

Finding out that Dean loved pie like he did gave you an idea. There weren’t many ways you could contribute or show your gratitude for what they were doing for you, so you decided to bake for them. It was simple enough, and it was something you loved doing. Now, with your powers increasing, it might even be easier.

Finally finding a little courage, you asked about the sigils. You understood Sam's reasoning; it made tons of sense. But what Dean said made you smile a little; you just couldn’t help it. Plus, he looked really, really good with how he leaned back in his chair. Again, you shook the image from your mind, trying to focus back on the conversation.

Watching the interactions between the brothers was adorable. The little things where they were different and how they would get playfully frustrated with each other made you giggle or laugh internally, though. Their laughter was pleasant. Laughter was something you’d been missing over the last few days. Sharing why you were nervous was more nerve-wracking than anything.

It wasn’t until Dean said you were their kind of weird that you finally began to truly relax and genuinely smile, even if it was small. The two full beers and now your third were also helping you relax more. The dragon stayed asleep in your lap the entire time; its presence alone helped you relax further.

A half-hour later, Sam was picking on his brother about books, “You’d rather watch something than read, and you miss all the little details. The books are far better,” Sam insisted.

Dean leaned forward in his chair, “I don’t need all those things. The show is fine, and I get the important stuff,” he argued.

“It depends on the book and the show. What one are you two arguing over?” you asked curiously. This was clearly something they’d argued over before.

“Game of Thrones. The books are far better,” Sam insisted.

“I’d still rather have the visuals,” Dean chuckled.

You did your best not to laugh at both of them, “I can understand both sides. Although, having read the books and watched the show, you do understand more than if you only do one or the other,” you told them, giggling a little before taking a sip of your beer.

“That’s a lot of books, Sweetheart. I’ll stick to the show,” Dean replied, and his playful smirk made you smile again.

“See, that’s what I mean. You just dismiss reading, so you’re missing out,” Sam argued, and you could tell it was playful.

“I’ll read all day, for a case, but if I can watch something, I’d rather do that,” Dean stated, attempting to end the conversation on the matter.

You couldn’t contain your laughter at that point. Both of them were adorable, and so was their brotherly bond. As the conversation continued, you shared a bit about yourself. Yeah, you were still a little nervous about it, but alcohol was called liquid courage for a reason, and it was helping greatly.

“So, how come you live in the house you do?” Dean finally asked you, sounding curious.

The question threw you off, and your smile faded, “It’s been my home for so long, I don’t know, I just didn’t know where else to go,” you answered a bit quietly. Part of you felt embarrassed about your home, especially after seeing how the brothers lived.

“Why not use your powers? Change it up?” Dean asked her.

Sam looked between the two. He had only seen the outside, although you were pretty sure that Dean had told him how your home looked on the inside. “I didn’t want to bring attention to myself. Only having a part-time job, I wasn’t sure how I’d explain the changes to the few friends I had.” You tried not to sound embarrassed, but it came out anyway.

“Makes sense. What about your family, though? They know you have powers,” Dean asked.

You shrugged a little, “I like my job and the people I work with… but…” you began, then trailed off, looking down at your beer. “With the King of Hell after me, not sure there is a safe place anymore.” Your tone had gotten quiet as the realization hit you. Where could you go at this point? You didn’t want to endanger your family, so that was out.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you sad,” Dean told you softly, leaning a little further forward.

When you saw him slowly reaching his hand toward yours, you held onto your beer and leaned back in your seat, putting more distance between the two of you. You did notice how he sighed and leaned back, though.

“It’s just… I don’t want to put them or anyone in danger because of me,” you replied, sipping your beer.

“Well, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like,” Dean told you, making a smile play across your lips.

Part of you did miss your home, your friends at work, and the solitude your home had given you. However, you also began to enjoy being at the bunker with the brothers. You weren’t used to living with people and were still in the adjustment phase. With getting to know them more, you were hoping that things might feel less tense. After another half hour, your sides hurt from laughing so much. You couldn’t figure out how the dragon was sleeping through it all. Five beers was your limit, and you were on your fifth. Things were going amazing up until Sam said what he did about someone called Rowena. Your mood instantly tanked, excusing yourself to bed the moment you finished your beer.

You scooped up the sleeping dragon and made it to your room, only slightly wobbly on your feet. Once your door was closed, you set the dragon on the side of your bed and changed into pajamas. Climbing under the covers, you just sat there momentarily, wrapping your arms around your legs.

Could Rowena get into the bunker? Am I even safe here anymore? Am I putting the brothers in danger just by being here? Would the witch do the spell without consent? What would I even do if she did that?

Too many questions raced through your mind, even allowing a couple of tears to slip from your eyes. You wiped them away and turned off your lamp, then got comfortable on your side facing the sleeping dragon.

“I don’t want them to be in danger because of me,” you whispered, setting your hand on the dragon’s back.

An image of bubbles played in your mind. All kinds of different bubbles: soap bubbles, the kind that kids make with those bottles of bubbles from the store, bubbles in bodies of water, bubbles in a boiling pot of water, bubbles you make when you blow in a straw in chocolate milk. You furrowed your brow and looked at the sleeping dragon.

“Bubbles,” you said quietly, then rolled your eyes, remembering earlier. Dean had called her that after he’d given her bacon. If you weren’t as emotional as you were at the moment, you might have gone down a different thought path than the one that took over your mind. Anger hit you first, along with jealousy, all aimed at Dean. With all that had happened over the last week, you really weren’t thinking clearly; right now, anger was easier. The alcohol wasn’t helping either.

Bubbles shifted a bit in her sleep, stretching some and getting comfortable again, closer to you. You wanted to talk to Astaria again but at the same time, you didn’t. Then, you wanted to cry but didn’t do that either. The anger was easier to hold onto, almost making you feel grounded.

Morning came far too soon. You hadn’t dreamt that night, and it was only after five in the morning, according to the clock on the night table.

“Why can’t I just sleep in,” you grumbled just as Bubbles jumped on your chest, looking down at you like a happy puppy.

You giggled and began petting it, “What? Are you hungry?” you asked her, smiling a little.

You were still angry, but not like you were the night before. When Bubbles tilted her head, and you had an image of a forest come to your mind, you realized what she needed.

“Ohh, you need to go outside,” you said quietly, wondering if you could even do that.

Bubbles vigorously nodded her head, making you giggle again. “Can you use the toilet? I’m not sure I can take you outside or if it’s safe.”

She tilted her head as if she had no clue what you were talking about. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

You used your powers, changing into jeans, a tank top, and a red flannel, leaving it unbuttoned, then headed down the hall to the bathroom, Bubbles flying and keeping up with you. The idea of showing a dragon how to use a toilet had only come to mind due to funny cat videos you’d seen of cats using the bathroom.

Bubbles watched you, her head tilted, and she looked puzzled and curious. You could barely stifle your laughter at the entire situation. When you finished, you flushed the toilet, then looked over at her as she was perched on the countertop.

“Your turn. Think you can attempt it?” you asked her.

She looked from you to the toilet and then back at you, making you giggle quietly, “Want me to wait outside?” She nodded, so you waited out in the hall, trying not to laugh.

The toilet flushed moments later, and then the door opened. You glanced over as Bubbles hopped down off the counter and joined you in the hallway, “Feel better?” you asked, stifling another giggle.

Bubbles nodded, so you headed to the kitchen, figuring the brothers were still sleeping, with her flying alongside you. While the coffee brewed, you began writing out a list of items that you’d need for baking. You still wanted to do that, even if you were still feeling annoyed at Dean knowing your familiar's name before you did.

When you got up to get a cup of coffee, Bubbles hopped onto the floor, went to the fridge, and looked at you. The word “food” came to mind, but you weren’t hungry, so you sat back down at the table, returning to the list you had been working on.

Bubbles got annoyed at your stubbornness, but you missed the dragon roll its eyes. She walked over to you and tugged on your jeans, causing you to look down at her. “What?” you asked her, having no clue what she wanted.

She looked over at the fridge and then back up at you, “Are you hungry or something?” She nodded at your question and went back over to the refrigerator, then waited for you.

As you joined her at the fridge, opening it up, you peered inside, wondering what dragons even ate. What you didn’t notice was that Bubbles was already opening one of the bottom drawers and pulled out a green apple. She held it in her hands as she flew over to the bench seat next to where you’d been sitting earlier.

“So, what do you want?” you asked, looking down.

When you didn’t see her, you got a puzzled look and glanced around the kitchen, barely seeing her head above the edge of the table. Closing the fridge, you were still puzzled but shrugged it off and went back to the task of the list. Bubbles had been watching you as you wrote down items on your list. Then, it jumped up on the table and took the pen from you, setting its apple on the table.

“It’s a pen. You use it to write things,” you told her, chuckling a little.

Bubbles flipped over the piece of paper and attempted to write. It was clear that writing was something she had never done before, as it looked like the scribbles of a toddler. She glared at you, and you did your best not to laugh, no matter how cute she looked.

“It takes time to learn how to write,” you told her, then thought for a moment, “Come with me into the library.”

With that, you got up, grabbed your coffee, and headed into the library. There were still books strewn across the tables, so you used your powers, stacking them up neatly in a few piles. Then, you created some things to help Bubbles learn how to write. You weren’t quite sure how much she could understand, so you went with the basics: the alphabet and kindergarten stuff, along with a pad of paper and a pencil so she could erase.

You sighed and sat in one of the chairs, wondering why she wasn’t communicating with you telepathically. Then, the anger flared back up because she’d communicated with Dean the day before, at least her name. You didn’t know about the other stuff. Using your powers, you retrieved the list you’d left on the kitchen table, along with the pen. Then, you continued your list while having coffee, and Bubbles taught herself how to write.

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agent-calivide · 1 year

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At the risk of sounding dramatic- Is anyone else nervous about IEYTD3? Like, on one hand I’m excited, on the other I’m worried.

Between the producer swap and Robutler, I feel like it’s going to go from spy/action puzzles to sci-fi, and I feel like everything VR is Sci-Fi or Sci-Fi aesthetic these days. Yeah, there were always lasers and anti gravity machines and space death rays, but they were treated more like weapons of mass destruction in a James Bond or SpyFox way. Sentient AI is a slippery slope from silly side character to total science fiction.

Add on the things that we do know, that is gonna be about “the price of progress” and Phoenix is gonna get treated like one of hundreds of competent agents, and I’m… kinda bummed out, honestly. I think part of the appeal of these style of games is that you’re the hero, the best of the best, and the “you’re one of a kind” to “psyche, you’re just like everyone else” shift is something that I hate to see in games.

Of course there are gonna be other successful agents, but the language of the Devs and the preview really makes me apprehensive. It sucks when later games make your accomplishments obsolete in post, it kills replay value for me personally. Like “okay, yeah, Phoenix stopped the PeaceKeeper, but they’ve made it clear that if they didn’t do it someone else would’ve” which also makes their sacrifice obsolete because anyone could have pulled it off. To have so much weight put on Phoenix sacrificing themselves for the world, to have Handler be so upset that you did the noble thing, just to whirl around and go “yeah, there are so many others who would’ve done the same damn thing and you’re just one of hundreds” takes a lot of the emotion and the punch out of the ending of IEYTD2. I’m not opposed to games where you’re just some guy, but it feels cheap when they put so much weight on “you’re the best” and then rip it away later. Either make them a hero or don’t.

I really hope I’m wrong, I hope that it’s fun, I hope that it does a good job handling Phoenix as “a cog in the machine”, and that it stays action/spy. But until I see either more ads or play the game, I’m keeping my expectations in the ground so that everything is a pleasant surprise

#i expect you to die #ieytd #agent phoenix #ieytd2 #i expect you to die 2 #i expect you to die 3 #ieytd3

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argopro has my FUCKING number i'll tell you what. i was nervous about them getting new outfits but i am always a fool for not trusting them to do epsi right and more. this is my insanity post so i don't get rate limited on twitter

starting with this bastard. i cannot BELIEVE they went this route. the more i look at it the more there is. he's only got one leg out which is a shame, but i think the covered leg is a nice compromise to convey his slightly matured vibe without taking away the original appeal of shu's character design (leg).

the cropped tank top is insane to me, like i don't think it was ever confirmed that shu's og black shirt was a tank top (ppl started drawing it that way because yuki's live outfit was a tank top, though that's a fairly practical choice considering how sweaty the performers get) but now they've just gone all in and shrank the hell out of it and made sure we know from the get-go that he's got little slivers of shoulder there and a big enough opening in the jacket to expose them entirely if it were to be pulled aside. god bless. and the midriff?????? i just checked and i'm fairly certain the ONLY navel we have ever seen before this was futa's dbes initial 4 star where his shirt is just barely floating up enough to see it. and now it's a permanent fixture in this creature's outfit. insane. insane. i'm not even going to talk about the fucking harness and its positioning

the jacket is immensely perfect; it keeps the key appeal of his old jacket (big chunky sleeves) while trimming up all the unnecessary parts and adding a lot of stylish flair. the holo parts being slightly transparent is super cool!!! and, i'm sure, serves to highlight shu's figure even more 😭 it's crazy how he went from such a loose, bulky, covered top half design to this insane array of bare skin and contours. he's gained confidence!!! and it's hard to tell but i wonder if this jacket still has a hood on it... and my favorite aspect of his old jacket was the "CHECK" text on the sleeves, since i liked to change the word for narrative art purposes, so i wonder if this new jacket's sleeves will still have any words or if it's just the epsi logo that you can see part of on his left sleeve.

his top half is really so perfectly tailored to the way i've liked to exploit/alter shu's original outfit in my art that it's almost suspicious lol. argopro staff secretly follows me!?!? i'm glad they have the same taste at any rate

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i'm a big fan of the new choker; the dangling epsi logo charm is super cute and cool, i hope they make official merch out of it

i also LOVE those gloves. don't know how to explain how it fits the energy of the new epsi and shu specifically so perfectly

i'll miss his old boots but i won't miss how hard they were to draw LOL, these new shoes look fun!!

thank you for keeping the garters. it's part of his dna. the "reverse" white garter on his right thigh is extremely funny

all the details around and on his shorts are needlessly complex. see the pink lines on his shorts that lead up to the white belt and wrap around it? it becomes black on one side. for whatever reason. just the number of things overlapping the white belt infuriates me lol. the striped belt has the only yellow in his outfit on its inner side and i wish he had more elsewhere. the holo belt... structure(?) with the epsi logo plastered all over is going to be hell and a half to draw. i am probably going to simplify this whole area when i draw it myself lol

the way his shorts are blue-black while the rest are neutral-black kinda bothers me 😭 maybe if they were more of a dark blue (a lighter shade than his other blacks) it might be better.... they're really going for the jrpg chara style of blacks-on-blacks and a million belts huh

THAT WAS A LOT OF COMPLAINTS BUT it all balances out

overall: very cute, very cool, surprisingly handsome, kind of slutty. i support him

skipping to reiji because i have priorities and he is the second member of epsi to ME. and to the dbes file data.

i was initially very surprised with this long coat thing with the segmented coattails(? if they should be called that), as i'm too used to seeing him in his trimmed and slender suit or school uniform... but he does wear long coats/other draping things in his dbes oufits (in the rain and yume no ato come to mind), so it's not out of character! the bright yellow on the inside and the squared sections seemed really familiar to me, and when i asked my brother he was like "isn't it like zhongli?" AND HE'S RIGHT... and it just so happens that zhongli is my favorite genshin character design, largely because of his cool coat, so argopro really did reach into my brain and made something nice for me. it also makes me think of penguins somehow.

most insane piece of this design is easily the chest harness made to look like a tie. whose fucking idea was that. it's so clever and ridiculous at the same time. most importantly it's still just as if not more yankable than his original tie, so shu will have an easier time than ever pulling reiji down to his eye level 🥰 i also like to pretend reiji has nice tits and this harness will help accentuate that if i shorten it up a little.

love the whore gloves. i used to hate these when they started showing up in a million character designs in other franchises but i understand their appeal now and i wholly approve of inflicting them upon reiji. black gloves in general really suit him, they're very cool and have an air of danger. i've also just read a tweet wondering if reiji's got black nail polish under his gloves like tadaomi and i'm super fine & normal with that thought. notably, shu and reiji are the only ones with gloves in this new set!

this is the most insane thing to be insane about but we have once again been denied the skin of reiji's left elbow. listen. we've never seen it. his sakura 3 star trained has his right elbow out. "the 3d outfit," you say. THE SLEEVES GOT ROLLED DOWN IN THE 3D OUTFIT! one time in puchi he rolled up his sleeve past the elbow.... only on the right arm. there's been a number of reiji chibi merch with tshirts but that elbow is always angled away. again and again his left elbow has never been seen in its full extent and this new outfit is the most hilarious iteration of hiding it because his right sleeve has the semi-translucent holo material, giving us screened access to his right elbow, BUT NOT HIS LEFT! regular dark opaque imprisoning fabric there. when i first noticed this phenomenon i joked he might have a scar or something that he prefers not to expose and the evidence only grows that he's hiding something there. just know that if we ever see that stupid elbow in full (and it's surely just a normal elbow) i'm going to get a little crazy on twitter for a bit

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his eyebrows have a steeper slant than they used to, especially for a fairly neutral expression! it makes him look a bit more like his support drummer, kitamura-san.

i like the coat lapels to preserve some of his suit aesthetic, and the white borders call to mind his handsome uniform blazer. so glad they're standard lapels and not notched or something, i'm not a huge fan of those

he's still got his stupid white dress shirt. good for him. it's going to get ruined but good for him

i am perplexed and very interested by the torn knee. this might be the first time we've even seen reiji's knee (do you like how i keep track of which swaths of reiji's skin we have been privy to) but i'm mostly surprised he'd wear something like that, considering he usually keeps such a refined image. guess he's loosening up a bit and embracing his cooler/rougher side!? thanks to shu i assume... :)

i'll miss his formal shoes but i think the style of these boots are a fairly good compromise in preserving his vibe while also fitting the new epsi aesthetic. they feel fantasy-like somehow. i am in fact dabbling with a medieval fantasy au so i'm glad some of the work's been done for me LOL

the holo-material bracelet on his raised hand is floating of its own accord. it must be minecraft enchanted.... the color even matches

one again reiji's terrible color palette bites him again because he looks incredibly clunky next to his more cohesively colored bandmates. it's the fact that he's got his very dark hair (compared to the rest of epsi) in a unique hue, then his cherry red eyes, then the purpleish holo material and epsi-pink accents, THEN the brightass yellow of his coattails. it's a lot of colors in one design relative to his bandmates. still questioning why he has the worst image color in argopro

there's a lot of miscellaneous detailing on his outfit that i don't really care for and were probably added just to make sure his design had the same density as the others, which is a shame since the others' designs more effortlessly include detail as part of the structure of their outfits (e.g. shu's shirt, harness, and jacket layering together) whereas reiji just has a bunch of accessories tacked on. i wonder if i can fix him

only shu and reiji have matching purplish holo material. what's up with that huh!!!!

overall: good enough! his harness, gloves, and coattails are the highlights for me. the potential of those alone make the drawbacks more negligible

ok back to band order

jacket is Cool As Fuck. great collar and overall silhouette, especially with his pose. i could do without the holo sleeve though, i wish it at least had a wide cuff. would be a nice callback to his og jacket

i want to know everything about his black top. there are clearly cuts at the shoulders but he still has sleeves. are they shoulder cutouts. are the sleeves arm warmers. are they attached to the inside of the jacket. all i can conclude is that the cuts combined with the high fitted collar and his visible collarbones is incredibly sexy. bonus points for that X-shaped thing and the belt, just to accentuate that area even more

he accessorizes yellow much better than the previous two, and the white gradients are a curious touch. gives the yellow less of the "⚠ caution" feeling of his old outfit and leans more towards it just being an eye-catching secondary color

his bottom half feels like a different design LOL. the shoes are kind of an eyesore with how much patterning and detail they have

his guitar is still so hideous and its proportions look even worse somehow. AND IT DOESN'T EVEN MATCH HIS OUTFIT

overall: ok! i think i am looking almost exclusively at his collar area down to his pick hand

CUTE. CUTE CUTE CUTE. this might be the strongest design of the bunch. everything actually matches.

bigass collar: GOOD. his jacket's sleeve situation is a mirror image of haruka's: GOOD. the green perfectly matches his bass's pickguard: GOOD. very successful jacket. again don't like the holo sleeve but i think with both him and haruka i'd like it more if they were a) the same purple holo as shu and reiji or b) just rendered differently. maybe i'll like it better in card art or something

love the wide-necked shirt, that was always his thing. i think the stripes on the lower half are odd somehow, i feel like they should be diagonal instead of horizontal... maybe it's because of it being right next to his spotted bass

his pants are an absolute success in matching his outfit and calling back to his original design

very good yellow accessorizing and i think he pulls it off best because of his pants + his green matching it very well

unfortunate shoe situation again but it's slightly less bad here. also both haruka and kanata have their instrument role + their names printed on the shoes which is funny

overall: chef's kiss. an excellent composition of his old aesthetic with new epsi

somehow manages to fit within the aesthetic perfectly fine while also looking out of place. as expected of tadaomi

all around very solid jacket! i like the holo sleeve windows; you can see where his shirt's sleeves end on his biceps. kinda cute + hot. curiously he's got more sleeve on his left arm so there's another haruka situation here

HIS PAINTED NAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his og design's rings and this design's nails do a good show of highlighting his pianist hands, especially in the absence of his instrument in the visual

the holo strip thing coming off his collar is kinda like a tie lol? so he gets that little splash of formality, or perhaps something vaguely reminiscent of his "prince" image....

i'm curious about those white belts forming a V.... where do they go.... they look nice tho

i wish his shirt was slim fitting like haruka and shu 😔😔😔

his pants and shoes are very pleasing in their detail distribution. nijos take notes

i really like the diagonal striped pattern on the cuffs of his boots; this pattern also appears on other epsi members and brings back that sort of "⚠ caution" feeling i mentioned earlier, since it's like yellow warning tape/signs/etc

it's a shame the beautiful french grey of his hair sticks out so much with epsi's unnatural color palette

very notably, tadaomi doesn't have an ounce of yellow in his outfit. which should mean something or other. probably

i'm really trying to find something to elaborate on and i think that in itself makes a point about how oddly inconspicuous his outfit is

overall: enigmatic but attractive. exactly as he should be

so that's everything for now!! i didn't say everything i could have said but i have said Enough. in the end i'm pretty pleased with these designs even though the original ones will always hold an immutable place in my heart. i hope we get to see more angles of them for drawing reference soon

#from argonavis #kimisute #ujigawa shu #karasuma reiji #nijo haruka #nijo kanata #kurama tadaomi #ss text

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whatawonderfulexistence--blog · 1 year

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Dances In The Moonlight (Falk Maria Schlegel x GN! Reader) - Part 1

(A/N: I'm trying something different again! I'm really nervous about posting this one, so I hope you all enjoy it. I'm probably going to be working on this pretty heavily until it's done so expect some hopefully quick updates!)

WARNINGS: None for this chapter, just introduction stuff, some slight pining/mutual flirting. Soft Falk hours.

Part II

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You slid into the confessional booth with a sigh, eyes meeting with the Clergy member through the cross hairs of the fence that separated you. A ghost of a smile played on his lips as he took a moment to study you. You were greeted with a thick German accent that had a tinge of curiosity behind it. "What can I help you with, my dear?" You swallowed thickly, you thought coming to talk about what was troubling you was supposed to help.

"Father… have you ever felt like no matter what you do, you just don't fit in?" You had been floating through your life with no real sense of purpose. You had spent so long trying to live up to everyone's expectations that you had truly lost yourself in the process. The man on the other side of the screen breathed out a laugh.

"I know a thing or two about not fitting in." He shifts in his seat as he ponders what to say next. "If it were me, I would do my best to cut ties with everyone and everything from the life that isn't suiting me… for a little while at least. It would probably give you a chance to find what exactly you want out of your life." Your brow furrowed slightly as you listened to his words. Before you had a chance to ask any questions he began to speak again. "Our Abbey welcome's all here without question, it might even be able to provide something you're missing." You'd be lying if you said it didn't appeal to you. A full change of pace, people, scenery, it sounded like a good idea.

"I…" you weren't sure how to respond. You sighed, anxiously cracking your knuckles.

"You don't need to make a decision right now." His soothing tone lulled you back into a state of comfort. "Maybe sit in the chapel for a while, think things over, yeah?" You nodded.

"Thank you, Father." He dismisses you with a polite nod. You sat in the front row of pews before the altar, listening to the shuffle of footsteps as various people entered and left the confession booth. Shapes in all colors of the rainbow shifted across the altar as the sun gradually began to set.

"Still thinking, are we?" The pew creaked as the Clergy member you spoke to earlier sat beside you. He folded his hands neatly in his lap. This was the first time you actually had the chance to see what he looked like. Slightly unkempt light brown hair and sharp features contrasted the softness his gaze held. Beautiful brown eyes that only greatened how easily you were drawn in by his presence. "What's making you so apprehensive about staying?"

"Who said I was thinking about staying?" You challenge, concentrating on the toe of your shoe kicking against the floor.

"You would have left by now if you weren't." The steady taps of your foot stopped in an instant. "I have a feeling you and I might not be as different as you think. It wasn't too long ago that I was in the same position you are now. Going through the motions day by day, not truly feeling like any of it mattered… does that sound about right?" You paused for a moment before nodding in response. He stands, motioning for you to follow him. "I'd like to show you something, come with me." He led you through a doorway to what appeared to be a maze of hallways. "Stay close, we wouldn't want you getting lost." He chuckles slightly at your amazed expression as you took in the sight before you. He walked slowly, allowing you time to get distracted by the different artwork that lined the walls until your focus eventually wandered back to your guide. "You're smiling." He points out with a grin of his own. You look down at your feet, letting out a slightly embarrassed laugh.

"I guess I am." You hadn't even realized it, but it was the first time you had genuinely smiled in a while. You looked back up at the man before you, kind gaze never wavering as he studied you. "Father, this place is incredible. I never realized how massive the Abbey was."

"These halls would be yours to explore if you decide to stay." You took a deep breath, this could be your one and only chance at a fresh start. Something you had always longed for was being gifted to you by a complete stranger. "You're looking to find a place where you belong, right?" He takes a small step forward, cradling one of your hands gently in his own. "My dear, I think that is something you would absolutely be able to find here. Let me help you keep that smile on your face." You took a deep breath, glancing around the candle lit halls as you thought about whether or not this was somewhere you could call your home. Starting your life over was terrifying, sure. But, the hands that held yours were so warm, the way he looked at you made you feel important. Standing here with him even just for this short amount of time had ignited something in you, a sense of want, for what exactly you couldn't place. The man's eyes glowed in the candle light, watching the smallest shifts in your expression as you ran through every possibility that came to mind.

"I'll stay." You respond abruptly. He smiles brightly, elated by your response. He, however, didn't move from his position. Almost as if he could feel that you had something else to say. You had entered this church on a whim and now you were agreeing to dedicate your days to it while you searched for who you really were. All of this because of the man that stood before you with the mischievous glint in his eye. "Father, I do have one more thing I'd like to ask you." He hums in response to your statement, giving you his full attention. "I don't believe I ever asked for your name." He chuckles softly. Thumb running slowly across the top of your hand before he reluctantly released it.

"You can call me Falk." He leans down slightly, almost as if he was ready to tell you a secret. "Also, I don't believe in using honorifics outside of mass, so just Falk is fine."

"Falk." You repeat the name back softly, liking the way it sounded as it tumbled from your lips. "Thank you."

"The pleasure is all mine." Falk insisted that he help you take care of your arrangements, he wanted your transition into the Abbey to be as seamless as possible. Before you knew it you were caught up in lessons, mass, and your daily chores around the Abbey. It felt right being here, but there was still the sense of want you had experienced that very first night. You gazed at the window as you picked at your breakfast, the dining hall nearly empty aside from you and a few people others. The smell of freshly brewed coffee caught your attention first, then the sound of footsteps casually approaching your table.

"Good morning, Falk." He effortlessly slides into the seat across from you. He sets his mug down with a sigh before pointing an accusatory finger at you.

"You weren't at my mass this morning." Your chin perched on the palm of your hand, playful smile on his lips letting you know he wasn't upset. "You never miss my mass."

"I overslept." His eyes narrow. You oversleeping wasn't the issue, it was why you overslept. He didn't need to say another word for you to confess. "I might have stayed too late in the library."

"You know it's important to rest-"

"I know." You groan, thinking of a way to try and defend yourself. "The Abbey just has such an amazing collection."

"Which will still be there when you wake up." He chuckles. He moves to reach out for your hand, he stops himself and decides to fold his hands in front of him. "You have all the time in the world to read those books, it's important you take care of yourself." He takes a long sip of his coffee, his gaze switching between you and the window. "I was concerned when I looked out there and you weren't in the front row."

"I'm surprised you noticed I wasn't there." You exchange a soft smile.

"Your smile is always the brightest in the room, of course I noticed." You couldn't hide the blush on your face. He was beaming with pride over the fact he managed to get you flustered. The two of you got to sit and talk for a while longer until he had to leave for a meeting. "I take it you'll be in the library again tonight?" You nod in response, causing Falk to chuckle. "If I don't see you, make sure you don't stay there all night."

"I won't, I promise." He bids you one last farewell before he heads off. You found yourself unable to wipe the smile off your face as you went about your duties for the rest of the day. As expected by the end of the day you had made your way to the library. Now sat comfortably in front of a roaring fire, bare feet tucked beside you under a blanket, and a pile of unread books at your side, you were all set to enjoy your evening. You were interrupted not too long after by the sound of the library door opening and thudding back close. You looked back over your shoulder, from your nights spent in here you knew no one was usually in here this late. You could hear footsteps approaching you, weaving their way in between shelves of books. Your body tensed, only catching flashes of a shadowed figure as they grew closer to you.

"Well you certainly look comfortable." Falk emerges from the darkness with a chuckle. You let out a sigh of relief, laughing slightly at your paranoia.

"You scared me." You giggle. He chuckles, approaching the couch you were seated on slowly.

"Would it be alright if I joined you?" You hurriedly collected the books, moving them aside to make a space for him.

"Please do." He sits with a groan, a result of the long day you were sure he had. "What brings you all the way down here?"

"I was curious about what you were reading that had you so interested." He narrows his eyes, struggling to read the spines of the books next to you before leaning in to get a closer look. Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched his face hover in front of yours. It took you a moment to realize he wasn't wearing his paint anymore, you noticed a few spots he had missed where the paint had settled into the wrinkles by his eyes. Your heart was pounding in your chest, it was a wonder he couldn't hear it. "You can read German?" You were forced to release a breath you hadn't noticed you had been holding. You were finding it hard to find any words at all to say with him sitting so close to you.

"Hardly." You chuckle, holding up the German to English dictionary that you kept plastered to your side. "That's part of the reason I'm here so late, it's a little difficult to get through a book when you have to translate it word for word." He glances between you and the stack of books.

"Maybe I could read some of it to you, give you a break." He offers with a smile.

"Oh, you don't have to, I'm sure you've had a long-" He cuts you off with a wave of his hand.

"Nonsense, I'd just be reading in my room anyways." You exchange a smile. "What would you like to read first?" He asks as he cuffs the sleeves of his shirt. You swallowed thickly, struggling to tear your eyes away as you watched his nimble fingers work their way around the fabric. You simply grabbed the first book in the pile and handed it off to him. His fingers brushed against yours as he grabbed the book, his hand soft and warm. Your mind instantly wandered back to that first night you arrived at the Abbey, your hands wrapped securely in his own as that same warmth spread through your whole body. Your eyes found his, golden in the light of the fire. He hesitantly reached out, brushing some stray hair from your face. You reflexively leaned into his touch, a blush slowly creeping across your cheeks. His eyes widened slightly as he realized what he was doing. "I'm sorry." He clears his throat, hurriedly opening up the book you had handed him. If there was one thing you were sure if it was that Falk had a wonderful voice for reading stories. His soft tone threatened to lull you to sleep. You found yourself drifting closer to him, reading the German on the page that he almost effortlessly translated for you. You leaned back into the couch, your eyelids heavy as the plush cushions wrapped your body in their warm embrace. You eventually drifted off listening to Falk read to you. The last thing you remember was someone gently cradling you as they laid you back on the couch, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders.

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georgiapeach30513 · 4 months

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I had a feeling he wasn’t going to repost meeting Biden as a grid post or even as a story because he/his team know his recent era of posts get blown up with intense and aggressive negativity.

Imagine reposting POTUS and you get an influx of the same thing that happened on that ASP post. Not that Biden hasn’t already received his own negativity due to the Middle East stuff but I highly doubt Chris or his PR team want Biden/POTUS getting tagged in sodium hate posts (Lord Jesus how embarrassing would that be)

Posting a story about going to the WH to promote civics engagement actually makes a bit more sense because it falls into business only. It’s why they went over there in the first place so I think that was the main focus. However - the old CE would definitely have wanted to post meeting Joe. Would have made his IG a bit more inviting and more interactive.

It’s sad really. But again, you reap what you sow.

It did really seem like he had a good time there getting the kids involved, meeting with members of the WH and the meet cute with the POTUS.

I hope in the future for more positive moments like this.

I suppose so. I think him/his team struggled on what to choose to story because it was late. There wasn't even a real caption or three emojis. It's sad he can't have a bit more fun with IG, it was part of his appeal. But it was nice to see a genuine smile, and I'm sure he was nervous/anxious, but he managed to get some smiles and laughs.

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josie wears a crop top for a few days to see what all the fuss is about, and hopes to give some positivity in light of her worries as well as a world gone horribly wrong. just as a warning, this does get a little sexual so go ahead at your own discretion. it’s not my job to police you, nor does it give you the right to body-shame me and treat me like i’m gross.

I got inspired to do this by two things. the first being my own desire to wear crop tops: I remember wanting to wear them when I was a little kid and my parents both told me that they didn’t want me dressing like that because they thought it was “inappropriate”: more on that coming. I always thought that was so weird because you wear a piece of clothing, especially a crop top, because you feel like wearing it, not because you’re “asking for it.”

A corollary of this is my own body: the heavier I’ve gotten, the more I’ve wanted to wear just one at least once and see how I feel with it. I recently broke 270 pounds (!!!!!!!) and I really like being at this weight, too, like it feels like me; when I crossed the 250 pounds threshold in 2022, I started talking selfies with my gut out more, because… how could I not?

and as I’ve gone from slightly thick in the spring 2021 (and arguably thin all through quarantine) to fantastically chubby here in summer 2023, I just want to show off more and more. Helps that i’ve legitimately wanted to be chubby my whole life, too.

The second was (please don’t judge me) a post on Buzzfeed by a plus-size woman wearing them for a week and seeing what happens. The post was dated from 2015, and thus I wondered if we made any progress in the last 8 years, especially when bringing in a woman with a belly as round and prominent as mine.

I honestly had no idea where to find crop tops where I live, so I took my shirts and either tied them up at the back or rolled up the hem and tucked it under my bra. I also have my Temple of the Dog shirt, which I feel is (arguably) a crop top given it has accentuates everything, and it had that feel prior to my weight gain, too.

I’m obviously very biased but I have found that crop tops are especially hot if you’re on the round side.

There were two rules with me: the first is no wimping out. The second is do it when the maternal unit isn’t looking, either (as much as I love my mom, whenever I wanted to try out something like this, she’d always wig out. “No! No! I hate that! You’re not wearing that!”). Sorry, mom, but I’m wearing this. I have wanted to wear stuff like this forever, just like how I’ve wanted to be over 250 pounds forever.

On my first day, I wore my baggy shorts with my red low-cut top, and I tied up the back with a scrunchie, and I just let it ride up my belly until my waist was fully exposed.

One thing I noticed almost immediately was how much cooler it is. I wear those clothes as is on a day like that and I’m sweating, I am so hot. But with my shirt tied up at the back, the breeze feels so good on my belly and it cools me down a great deal. I had the sun at my back and it felt like I had been tempered.

Something else I noticed, too: I sit up straight more. My belly, round and very soft and bouncy, sat in my lap in almost dignified fashion. I sat out on the porch in the sun and it felt incredible. I really wish I had a big Reuben sandwich, curly fries, and a milkshake because I had just achieved sort of a goal.

I will say this: the temptation to tug down your shirt is very real. So is the urge to suck in (then again, I suck in even with the shirt down, so I almost immediately asked myself, “how is this any different?”). I started hitching my pants up more, too: a cropped shirt like that on its own accentuates your curves, but have a full hourglass like myself and I started to get the appeal of having your belly button cupped by the hem (I still think the hate on low-rise pants is completely unwarranted, though). And, unlike Buzzfeed, I really wasn’t feeling nervous or apprehended at all. If anything, I feel more like myself in a crop top.

On the second day, I wore a black shirt with a low neckline and—

I don’t get the issue, Buzzfeed. Actually , no, take that back, I do. “You’re fat! You have a big belly! No one wants to see that!” (Really? Because I started getting chubby last year and I have quite literally yet to hear that remark out in the wild).

I want to wear my shirts like this forever.

I noticed I was walking with more of a swagger, too, especially once I let my hair down and let it twirl around in the wind. And, yes: that + the sun on my skin felt utterly wonderful.

On the third day (today), I wore my Gorillaz shirt. The only thought going through my mind was “why does my mom hate this look?”

Full disclosure, I have actually never liked wearing oversized clothes. They make me feel amorphous: a big T-shirt always drapes off my boobs and hides my body. You know how billie eilish whines about not getting to wear whatever she wants because she feels insecure (i.e., bases her opinion of herself off of how other people perceive her, which is like the dumbest and most disempowering thing ever)? Well, with me, it was always not getting to wear whatever I wanted because nobody let me. Whenever I wanted to wear something that showed off my belly or some part of my body, or I would tie up the back with a scrunchie to tighten it up a bit, I would get scolded. “Good girls don’t dress like that. That’s so Britney Spears, I hate that look.” So I would be clothed in shitty hand-me-downs and things bigger than a circus tent, and everyone was happy save for me. Whenever a shirt rode up my body or, because I have always had kind of a round belly even while thin, it would peek out a bit, cue the “need to lose weight” comments.

I wasn’t forced to dress modest because of my own insecurity: I was forced to dress modest because of other people’s insecurities and hang-ups. My immediate family is the definition of insecurity: I have no doubt in my mind that my mom and dad both never liked taking me out clothes shopping because my mom never liked trying things on and often bemoaned about being too fat, and my dad was in way over his head. Can’t blame them, though: both of their families were ravaged with racism, sexism, homophobia, and legitimate fatphobia, and though they made a concerted effort to raise my brother and me well, it sort of seeped over. But you really are the sum of who you hang out with.

So, after these three days of me wearing a makeshift midriff shirt, I can proudly check in part of the way through the week to say that this is my look.

I also don’t really look like a fat girl when I dress like this, either, even with the stretchies and even when I turn to the side.

I’m 271 pounds with a 54 inch chest, 42 inch waist, and 55 inch hips. In the eyes of common people, I am very fat and need to lose half my weight before I can dress like this. But the truth of the matter is only you know how you feel internally. I was half my body weight once and I was still unhappy and often in pain (really, I had so much pain in my back when I was 180 pounds, and it was weird, I looked small and thin). People can say whatever they want and die mad about it, too. And that should always be the basis for dressing how you want. Guess ol’ billz and I do have something in common.

#body image #body positive #crop top #chubby girl #personal #30 flirty and thriving #text

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Roswell, New Mexico's favorite doctor has had a hell of a season.

While Kyle Valenti continues to be an integral part of this final season, his portrayer, Michael Trevino, traded in his stethoscope for a director's chair as he got behind the camera to helm Roswell, New Mexico Season 4 Episode 9.

It's a twisty hour that takes viewers into a mindscape that looks much more like an episode of Gunsmoke than Roswell. We asked Michael about the hour and the differences between acting and directing. We also had to sneak in a Kybel question for all you shippers!

Michael is always a pleasure to speak with, and it's always a good time talking to him about Roswell. Enjoy!

What did you think when you got the script and were like, this is going to be my episode because it's unlike anything we've seen on Roswell?

The initial reaction was that I was so excited and grateful for how big the episode is and how they threw so much at me. And then I was terrified because I had no idea how I was going to shoot it.

So, a lot of prep went into it because there are just a lot of moving parts in this one. And I'm just grateful for the opportunity but was also just a bit nervous going in, until you do the prep and do the work and then you figure out like, "Oh, okay, this is how I'm going to tell your story."

You really got a lot there. There are emotional beats, romantic beats, action, and comedy. You really got a little bit of everything.

I did. I did. And I don't know if that was by design, but I'm very lucky that for this episode, they decided to make it a big one and that I was going to be the one to tell it. I'm happy about that.

Yeah, what was the experience of directing like, as opposed to acting?

To me, it's much harder. There were days you spend so much time in prep that you're already exhausted before you shoot one frame of day one. Every day it's a marathon, so many challenges and so many things can go wrong, but you just have to have a plan in place.

But I will say, honestly, when I prepped, and then we shot it, and then I was in the editing room and finally turned it in, it's just such a rewarding feeling, such a rewarding feeling. And I've never felt so fulfilled creatively ever, if I'm being honest because I love acting, but sometimes it can be a bit isolating.

And with this being behind the camera, you have to collaborate with each department head, every crew member, your cast, and it never stops.

Then you go into post-production, you're working with the editor, so it's much more collaborative, and it's that much harder, but that much more fulfilling once it's all said and done because you had your hand in every aspect to tell that story. So, I love it, and I hope I'm lucky enough to do it again.

And some of the things you were just describing, the collaboration and such, are those some of the things that appeal to you about directing?

It does, yeah. It does. I love challenges, but I do love collaborating with certain department heads because to me, everybody in this business, from the crew, everybody is a filmmaker in some way, shape, or form. They love the filmmaking process. Otherwise, they wouldn't be doing what they're doing for a living.

And everybody on this crew brings great ideas. They really do. So it doesn't matter who you're listening to, but if you just give people the opportunity to help out, to have a voice, people have great ideas, and they may have a great idea that'll save you some time on the day to tell the story.

So yeah, you have to lean on those around you, and that is just a great feeling because it is so difficult. When you can get through just a day and have everything go right, it's such a win, such a win.

Was there a particular scene that you liked shooting? And in that vein, is there a scene that you're most excited for the audience to see?

Most excited for the audience to see? I think it's our showdown. Our whole episode is leading up to this showdown with Clyde, who ends up being a bit bad in the episode and to see the stunts that we were doing and the little gags here and there, and just the insanity that happens with Liz and in this landscape and how tortured she's being.

I think the stakes rise higher and higher, so I hope it's earned. I hope that the pace is right and that people buy into that mindscape. As long as it's being told and they buy into what's happening, they are going to go along for the ride, and I hope that happens. Otherwise, I didn't do my job.

Yeah, you did. You did for sure.

Thank you.

The showdown is such a cool moment. I had no idea what was going to happen, honestly.

Right, right, yeah.

So I have to ask about Kybel.

Yes, indeed.

I know that they've been separated for a bit now on screen. So how do you think Kyle feels about where they stand and where they go from here? And can you tease anything about Kybel for the rest of the season?

Well, I don't think Kyle's satisfied. I feel like he's more invested in the relationship, but in some way, they're both honestly sussing each other out a little bit. They're both playing it a little too cool.

I will say that in our world of Roswell, there's going to be so many outside circumstances that bring them together as much as these circumstances pull them apart, and so we'll see that over the course of the remainder of the season.

But I will say that they very much stay together towards the end of the season, the end of our series. And I'm happy about that.

Okay, that's great. Kyle is a huge fan favorite, and I always refer to him as the Roswell MVP because I think he really is the glue that holds everyone together and the story together.

It's true, it's true.

So yeah, I think so.

You're not lying. I hear no lies.

With Roswell ending soon, is there anything you'd like to tell the fans who've supported the show and your character?

Yes, I want to say from the bottom of my heart, thank you for watching.

Thank you for staying with these characters over these four seasons, supporting us, buying into the world that we were a part of or that we were creating, and seeing these characters that you maybe haven't seen on television before, or seen the families that they're coming from, the way they talk, the way they look.

Thank you for being a part of that. And we felt like...we're a CW show, and we were shooting out in Santa Fe, New Mexico. We feel like the little engine that could on that network, to be honest, or at least that's how I felt. And I love that we've just been going strong, no hiccups, no problems.

Even during COVID lockdowns, we never had to shut down. And I will say that we have a great cast. Everybody loved showing up to work, day in and day out, and were committed. And truthfully speaking, that can be rare, but we all genuinely love and support one another, and we were happy with the job that we were doing out there.

And if it could have gone on longer, I know we'd all be a part of it. So thank you for watching.

And piggybacking off that, is there anything you hope the audience takes away from Roswell long-term?

Long term? Well, when they wrote this season and when we ended it, we all figured we were getting one more season. So it ends in a certain way that, sure, this puts an ending to this chapter, but the way it ends, this could easily have gone on a few more seasons.

I think there are more worlds to explore that could be interesting for us to see play out. But I think that this was a reimagining of an original Roswell series years past. So those that love it, who knows? Maybe down the road, there'll be another version of this story to be told, but I'm thankful for everybody tuning into this one.

Yes, and the last question for me here. As you're near the end, can you describe the rest of the season in a few words or maybe even a sentence?

Ooh, tease the rest of the season. Let's see. Yeah, all the words that are coming to mind are very spoilery, but let's see, let's see, let's see. Hold on. Oh, okay. Oh, no, I'm trying to be clever here. I'm trying to be good. I want to give something click-worthy-

Yes, a sound byte.

My mind's racing, my mind's racing. Okay, hold on. It's coming to me a little bit in my head right now. Okay, I'm going to go with the last episodes of Roswell will give you our version of the Upside Down.

Ooh, okay.

How's that? How's that?

Honestly, I don't know what to feel about that.

Do we know what the Upside Down is?

Yes!

Okay, so we're talking Stranger Things, right? Stranger Things have things that could be bad, a bad place, but they go to a different world, a different dimension, a different place.

So what would that look like in Roswell with people maybe visiting a different place, a different version of something? I don't know. Maybe you'll watch, and then that'll make zero sense, and you'll be like, "Michael's way off. I don't know why the hell he said. It makes zero sense."

Or maybe it will make sense. I don't know. But that's what came to my mind right now, and I'm sticking with it.

No, I love it. I've been calling it The Underground, and I'm like, I want to call it the Upside Down.

Yeah! There you go, yeah.

#michael trevino #rnm cast interviews #rnm 4x09 #rnm spoilers #kybel

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Hey, does anyone have maybe a script we can write out for an email to our senators and stuff saying to not allow the RESTRICT Act thingy to pass?

If we have time/energy we might try to do our own thing but as it is, we're not really sure what to say. If we try to appeal to the morality of finding our own communities as an endogenic system those individuals will just ignore us. If we try to tell them we live in an apartment so we need a VPN to protect ourselves they'll just say something like it sucks to be us. As autistic people we get nervous making phone calls that don't have to do with our job and last time we did that, we literally were sweating and that only took five minutes of our time if not less from that which I can see.

Maybe those appeals will work; or we just don't know if submitting a letter or email will work, and we will get ignored and laughed off anyways. I still want to try and was hoping we could have some assistance. Typing up this post isn't registering as even remotely similar to something like contacting a politician more directly, unfortunately, otherwise we would just be typing up the email or physical mail to be delivered.

- Shuna

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astersofthesky · 3 years

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Dekubaku/Bakudeku fic recommendations

@glittergit Hi, I'm sorry it took this long! I hope you don't mind me making a post rather than messaging you. I just figured it'd be easier so that I can immediately include the links.

Also, to anyone who might see this, please feel free to read it too ☺️✨

To start, I highly suggest you look up the tags. Some fics contain mature, explicit and possible triggering stuff. With that said, here are some of my rec fics. Also those with "💚" or "🧡" are my absolute fave 😁

Rescue Me by Kae_Karo 🧡

Canon-divergent, Same events but Katsuki and Izuku remained friends || Haven't you wondered what would have happened if bkdk remained friends in the series? Well, this is the perfect fic to satisfy that curiosity. THIS IS SERIOUSLY UNDERRATED Y'ALL. This is literally just MHA minus the bullying. You know what makes this so good and interesting? It is how the author manages to write Katsuki so in-character despite creating some changes in his attitude and their childhood. Katsuki's approach to quirkless Izuku is amazingly well-written and it really just makes perfect sense canonwise. The similarities of this Katsuki to current manga Katsuki is doing things to my heart.

Sink to Swim by Cinnabee

Canonverse, Bkdk tries to survive a death game (it's like the Saw movies) || This is the first bkdk whump I've read and it's really thrilling. I was so nervous all the time everytime they enter a new trial 😩 Also, protective Katsuki/Izuku is such a delicious treat.

Memory Trace by Cinnabee 💚

Pro heroes, Izuku gets accused of murder and Katsuki tries to find the truth behind the incident || from the same author, it's basically a whodunit story. The author definitely has a way in their words and their Izuku-centric chapters still gives me chills everytime I read it. Sero and Shinsou also plays a significant role and Katsuki flexes his sexy brain lmao. The artwork every chapter are amazing too! There's not a lot of romance and their relationship is also open-ended but hey, ambiguity is what makes Bkdk appealing to me 😆

I still do by Raeryn 🧡

Married bkdk, Katsuki has anterograde amnesia || This is the perfect amount of angst and fluff. The characterizations are chefs kiss. I also loved how realistic the author portrayed the day to day life struggles of Bkdk and how they managed to overcome it all. It's so good really.

Message Delivered by Dekusneakers 💚

Canon compliant, Post Chapter 306, Epistolary || Tbh, I'm not that fond of epistolaries cause I can't get the vibe lmaoo. This is an exception though. The author managed to perfectly convey Katsuki's emotions with text messages only. The angst, pining, and hurt are perfect.

A Study in Kacchan by Dekusneakers

Canonverse, Izuku creates a thesis project about Katsuki, ongoing || I am definitely going to use their words as reference when I finally start my thesis project lmao. Anyways, Izuku observing the little changes in Katsuki's demeanor and social interactions are fascinating to read. This fic also gives you the perfect opportunity to see how Katsuki interacts with not just his circle of friends but even their classmates that they're not that close too. I absolutely adore the Hagakure chapter, like that girl deserves better tbh.

Starfall by MellowWrites 🧡

Canonverse, Star Tears AU || I absolutely adore this one! The premise is very interesting and I also love Katsuki's characterization and his slow acceptance in the story. I swear it's a crime that this trope is literally underrated 😩

The few things Midoriya Izuku knows by Ladyofsnails

Canonverse, Izuku has temporary amnesia || It's good to have Soft!Katsuki and Sassy/Swearing!Izuku once in a while. The author also uses unique metaphors and the amnesia also feels realistic.

Penny for your thoughts by Ladyofsnails

Canonverse, Izuku and Katsuki uses a penny to communicate their thoughts || Tooth-rotting fluff, cute bkdk, Izuku is a simp, Katsuki lowkey wants to get lifted, and just a whole shenanigans of pining -- once again did I already say fluff?

Clutch by Varoom 💚

Canon-compliant, Post Deku Retrieval Arc || This is the comfort chapter we never got in canon lmao. Seriously, this is very well-written and Izuku's trauma also was more explored in this fic. His interactions and moments with his classmates are absolutely touching. Honestly, the romance(?) is just a bonus and imo, this can pass as a LN chapter.

In your dreams, nerd! by Sapphicflower🧡

Canonverse, Izuku and Katsuki don't know they're sharing dreams || This is like the fluffiest, cutest, face-splitting smile fic I have ever read. It's so amazing and so so fluffy, also did I already mention fluff? The author's prose felt like a cup of warm cocoa during the winter, or the sweet smell of flowers on the first day of spring. It's super sweet.

Gardenias all Over by MinervaHope 💚

Canonverse, Hanahaki AU, ongoing || This fic has a unique take to the Hanahaki AU. They're both stupid oblivious pining idiots, it hurts. It also perfectly balances the angst and fluff. Although it only happened once, I also really liked that the author chose to touch on platonic bkdk.

Take to the Sky, but Be Ready to Fall by EquinoxSolstice

Canon-divergent, Izuku unlocks the Float quirk || Another fluff to add to the list! If you're into sweet sweet fluff with the right amount of shoujo-esque tropes then this is the perfect fic for you! Seriously, the author's right! Float quirk are indeed freaking romantic

The Night we Met by Majjale 🧡

Take me Back (Epilogue)

AU, Katsuki is an immortal and Izuku is a reincarnating being || This one's popular so you may have heard/read it but *excuse my language* effin fuck! THIS FIC JUST FREAKING BROKE MY HEART INTO PIECES AND PUNCHED IT REPEATEDLY UNTIL ALL WAS LEFT WAS DUST AND SMOKE. Even just writing this is legit making my heart ache wtf. This is some traumatizing good shit and I absolutely adore and despise it at the same time. I don't read bkdk MCD angst because I can't and this just solidified my resolve to never go through that gut-wrenching pain ever again ☺️ I hate this fic so much *affectionate* and I also do not regret reading this masterpiece. Anyways, all you need to know is this is angst with an open ending (personally I see it as a happy ending) and you better prepare boxes of tissues cause you're in for an emotional ride.

Mirror Image by Eleke 💚

Canonverse and AU, Katsuki time travels to different universes and everytime, Izuku is always there || This is such a great read! It's like a multiple bkdk fanfic AUs. Katsuki's reaction to every single universe is a delight to see. Other than that, the author's AU's are well-written despite being one chapter only and I even wished that they should have expanded on some of them. One my fave things while reading this is Izuku himself and what role would he play in that AU.

Baby Face by VersaceThong

Canonverse, Izuku gets a scar to his face and Katsuki is determined to find how he got it || This fic makes absolute use of the "Katsuki knows Izuku best" trope. Despite being a single chapter, the author managed to build the suspense behind Izuku's scar well and the romance is also greatly developed. I actually didn't read the tags so imagine my surprise when it has an explicit scene in the end. I was sure it'd end SFW lmao. It's top!deku btw 😌

Like the Moon by Osakakitty 🧡

Canonverse, Katsuki keeps having wet dreams about Izuku || This has got to be the most angstiest smut I have ever read. Seriously, the wet dreams hurts so much because you can feel Katsuki's desperation, hurt, longing, fear, confusion, greed, all of it. The story progression is smooth and natural. I never expected to cry so much while reading smut 😭🤚

Make Every Moment Last by Osakakitty

Canonverse and AU, Izuku time travels to different universes || Yes, same concept with Mirror Image, but this time it's Izuku's POV. And no, both fics have different authors. And yes, it is indeed a nice coincidence. Also yes, it contains explicit content.

Deuteranopia / 緑 by Dollcewrites 💚

Canonverse, Soulmate AU, Katsuki can not see the color green || Something about colors and the emotion that comes with it just seems so appealing, to me atleast. Not being able to see a certain color makes you be able to see the world differently, because every color is a perspective. It is able to show you the deepness and wonders of life as color is life itself. The author, with their beautiful poetic prose, manages to bring that deep introspection.

Kacchan vs. The Universe by LNoGame44

Canonverse, Soulmate AU, Katsuki's different attempts to defy the universe because no, I don't have a soulmate fuck you || This one's pretty light-hearted. The story is done in Izuku's POV. It's fun watching Katsuki struggle and find various ways to hide their "soulmateness" lmao.

When the Night is Over by Katyastark

Zombie Apocalypse AU, No quirks || Great world building (if there is a world to build to begin with lmao), bkdk is still their complicated angsty selves, Toga is a bitch, Izuku is a badass sweetheart, Kacchan sucks at feelings, Momo is a doctor, and yeah, a whole lot of stinking zombies.

The Way you Used to Do by Edema_ruh 🧡

Canonverse, Katsuki and Izuku are soul bound || Do I even have to put any descriptions on this one 😆 It's like THE ultimate Bkdk fic lmao. Anyways it's long, like reaaally long. Even I was wary at reading it at first cause of it's length but once you start, you won't even notice the word count. That's how good it is, imo. I also live for the inside jokes about how TWYUTD predicted some of the manga scenes in canon

That ends my rec list 😆This has gotten long omhajdkfjfks Hope y'all enjoy these fic stories just like I did ☺️💞

#dekubaku #bakudeku #bkdk #dkbk #decchan #katsuizu #izukatsu #fic rec #long post #I am so sorry at the amount of Kacchan-centric fics 😭🤚#austere posts

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Summary: Steve thinks you’re too young to like him despite the obvious hints you’re dropping.

Warnings: unspecified age gap

Word count: 2246

a/n: I’ve clearly spent too much time on TikTok recently, but inspired me to write something so that's good. It was loosely based on a request for a young reader x Steve, but I forgot part of the request so I'm gonna write something else for that one! Also, I wrote this on my phone so please excuse any typos I missed when trying to edit it lol

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Messing with Steve is one of your favorite things to do. Tiny pranks, over the top flirting, poking fun at his lack of understanding of technology. Anything you can do to get him to roll his eyes and chuckle.

Nat would say it’s because of your feelings for him. She would be correct. Not that you’d ever admit that to anyone. Nope. So instead, you have your fun, and enjoy the way his eyes crinkle and his cheeks redden.

Your newest method of hearing the sweet sound of Steve’s laugh? TikTok. It’s a double whammy. One because he doesn’t understand the app and two because a lot of the trends make him blush.

It started as a fun way to blow off steam. Sometimes, being one of the younger and newer team members made you feel like an outsider. Of course, Peter was younger than you, but he had his own friends outside of the team. You didn’t have anyone else. When Tony found you and invited you to join, it was you against the world. Now you have this makeshift family.

Having your account on TikTok helped you when you hadn’t really become a part of the group yet. You bonded with Peter because of his account, and you found a new way to make Steve blush.

Anyway, you’ve learned way more TikTok dances than you ever would have thought just to see his pink cheeks. It’s not even always over the top dances that have him chuckling. The last trend you did had him laughing the entire day. It was that sound about Wednesday Adams having one thing on her mind. Only when it said homicide, instead of a deadpan expression you panned the camera to show Bucky and Sam arguing over who got the last donut.

Of course, you knew when you made the video it would appeal to Steve’s sense of humor. Sam and Bucky feature in a lot of your videos for that exact reason.

In general, you make a lot of videos featuring the Avengers just to keep Tony happy. He likes to be the center of attention, plus the only way he would approve of your account was if it could also feature as PR for the team. You agreed, as long as you had final say over what you posted. There’s nothing scripted or designed for a specific reason, you just feature the team sometimes.

Like when that sound from the Big Bang theory was popular amongst Avengers fans, you made a video confessing to Pepper that you’d been thinking about the Avengers, panning to show the team during training.

Of course, the text on the screen said “you are an Avenger” instead of “I believe that”, allowing you to play off the joke. But still, it was fun to include the team.

One of your favorite videos features none other than Scott Lang, mostly because nobody else would do it. Scott thought it was hilarious though.

Using the sound from New Girl, Scott played Schmidt and you Jess. The text on the screen read as follows:

Scott: You just walk around all day thinking about America’s Ass?

You: Yeah, don’t you?

Scott: No! How do you get anything done?

You: It’s hard…

Steve blushed like crazy when everyone cornered him to watch it. Bucky, Sam, and Tony wouldn’t stop bringing it up for at least a month. A part of you hoped he might make a move after that video, seeing as you put yourself out there, but he just assumed it was a joke and laughed it off.

Honestly, you were running out of trends that you could use to get him to understand your feelings. You only had two ideas left, and one of them would be mortifying if it didn’t work out…

“Steve. You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bucky sighed, exasperated with Steve for the umpteenth time that month. “You’ve been pining for forever, just make a move!” he whisper yelled, doing his best not to throttle his lifelong friend.

Steve rolled his eyes, purposefully ignoring Bucky’s pointed glare. The two men had spent the last hour looking through your TikTok account. Bucky was adamant that you liked Steve, but the blonde didn’t believe it, despite the so called proof Bucky kept forcing him to watch.

“Buck, would you please just back off? We’re friends. She’s too young to want to be with me like that.” Steve blushed, thinking about the context of his words.

Before Bucky could say anything about how repressing his feelings is bad for him, a new video popped up on your account. Bucky smirked when he saw the thumbnail was once again a picture of Steve, this time with a beard. Steve took the silence as an opportunity to escape, walking into his closet to change.

The video opened with a video of you and Natasha just hanging out, you lip syncing to the words “I like you have a cupcake.” You repeated the words as the video cut to you and Tony.

Bucky nearly dropped the phone when “smack my ass like a drum” blared from the speaker. He cackled bending over in a fit of laughter when he realized that’s what Steve’s picture was used for- and one where he had a beard to boot.

“What is it now, jerk?” Steve emerged from his closet, having changed into loungewear. The sight of Bucky fully cackling had him nervous.

Bucky tossed him the phone, doing his best to stop laughing long enough to tell him to watch the most recent video. With a hesitant sigh, Steve obliged.

Again, Bucky rolled his eyes at how obvious Steve’s feelings were. The second he saw you on the screen, he smiled. And not one of those half hearted polite smiles, a full on happy smile.

Steve’s eyes widened, nearly bulging out of his head when he got to the end of the video.

“‘She doesn’t want to be with me like that.’” Bucky mocked his friends earlier words, grabbing his phone back. “Punk, I don’t know how much more obvious she could be.”

With one more glare in Steve’s direction, Bucky finally left him to his own thoughts. Okay, so you made a lot of videos about how you find him attractive. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’d want to be in a relationship with him. Leave it to Steve to talk himself out of everything Bucky had spent so long trying to convince him of.

You were desperate at this point. You honestly thought the cupcake one would send him over the edge, but it didn’t work either. It has been three days, and you know Steve’s seen the video because everyone likes to tease him about it.

“Naaaaaat, it’s not working,” you whined, dramatically throwing yourself onto her bed. She laughed at your antics, briefly looking up at you before deciding to stop what she was going and give you her full attention.

“Look, not only is Steve one of the most clueless people I’ve ever met when it comes to women, but he can also talk himself out of believing someone’s interested in him. Especially you.” Nat watched as you lifted your head from her comforter, slowly turning to stare at her with narrowed eyes.

“Especially me?” you questioned. Why would you have a different standard?

“Y/N, Steve’s from the 40s. He’s super old fashioned. You're a hot young thing, super up to date on modern trends. He thinks you're just messing around as friends because he doesn’t believe someone as young as you would be interested in actually having a relationship with him,” she spelt it out for you, sick of trying to get you to figure it out on your own.

You took a minute to fully understand what she was saying, but then sat up when a new idea struck. “So you’re saying I need to be more direct?”

Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded nonetheless.

“I’ve got an idea. Thanks Nat!” you ran from the room before she could question your newest plan, instead checking to make sure her notifications were on for posts from your TikTok account.

“Steve!” you shouted when you saw him down the hall, about to turn a corner. He immediately stopped, turning back to see you running at him. “I need your help!”

You pulled him into the gym, briefly glancing around the room to make sure it was empty. Confirming nobody else was present, you set up your phone on one of the weight racks to record the two of you. It was already open to the recording section of TikTok, the sound you needed queued and ready to begin.

“What’s going on?” Steve looked between you and the phone, nerves heightening as he realized what you were doing. All of your videos about him thus far hasn’t actually involved him filming anything.

“I just need you to react to this trend, okay? It’s kind of old, but that doesn’t really matter,” you spoke quickly, trying to start the video before he could decline.

The music started playing instantly, with Steve awkwardly looking between the screen and you. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was reacting to, and it had him on edge. Just as the song reached the chorus, you turned and grabbed his face. Throwing caution to the wind, you followed through with your plan before you could back out, kissing him with all the passion and emotion you’d been holding back.

Steve froze, clearly surprised by your actions. Before you could pull away, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer. He kissed you with equal passion and emotion, no longer paying attention to your phone recording the moment.

Neither of you noticed when the music cut off, too wrapped up in each other. When the need for air overpowered the desire to keep kissing him, you pulled back to gasp in a few breaths. Steve leaned his forehead against yours, eyes closed and breathing erratic.

The two do you spent the next few moments just breathing, trying to come to terms with what just happened. You gasped when his hands moved, one resting on your waist and the other cupping your cheek. His eyes were still closed when you chanced a glance at him.

“What was the trend?” he breathily whispered the words, still coming down from the high of kissing you.

“Huh?” you mumbled, unable to comprehend the question when he was still touching you like this.

“The TikTok trend? What was it?” his grip on your hip tightened, but his hand framing your face remained gentle.

“Oh, uh, it was- it was kissing your best friend/crush.” You whispered, heart still racing from his proximity. Your nerves had never been greater. Yeah, Nat always tells you that Steve has feelings for you, but what if he was just being polite? Maybe he didn’t know how to reject you when you kissed him out of nowhere, and now he’s trying to find a way to turn you down gently. What if-

“Was my reaction good enough to post?” he broke your train of thought with another question. You took a minute to think about the question, your brain still moving like molasses

“Um, that depends…” you froze when his eyes opened and stared into yours.

“On?” he prompted you to continue.

“Which caption I can use.” you finished the thought, finally remembering the two most common outcomes of the trend.

“What are the choices?” Steve smirked when you looked flustered, clearly not expecting this conversation.

“Uh, the two-” he began rubbing small circles into your hip with his thumb, effectively cutting off your train of thought again. It wasn’t until he lightly squeezed your hip again that you remember you were answering his question.

“Right! The two most common captions are some variation of ‘this was so awkward’ or ‘we’re dating now’,” you managed to blurt out the choices, blushing when he smiled at you.

“Well, I know which I prefer…” you waited with bated breath as he prolonged the silence, enjoying seeing you so on edge. You nearly whined when he let you go, moving to pick up your phone from the weight rack.

You watched in silence as he typed out a caption, tapping each letter with his pointer finger. A small smile formed on your lips at his adorable old man behavior. He then managed to find the post button, adding the video to your account before handing you the phone to see what he chose.

Your smile only grew after you read the caption, dropping the phone and immediately kissing him again.

Meanwhile, Nat had gathered the rest of the team that happened to be around to wait for whatever video you had planned to be posted.

Tony, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Peter, and Clint all watched as the new video popped up on the screen. Peter bounced with excitement when he heard the song, instantly recognizing the trend. The rest of the group watched as you kissed Steve, mouths gaping open when he actually kissed you back.

Fans were already commenting about how long it took for the two of you to get together, but the team was too focused on laughing at the caption to pay any mind to the comments.

She said the trend was kind of old, but that fits because I’ve got a habit of waiting too long anyways.

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