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kiribaku-queen · 3 years

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Hiii congratulation for 1000 followers! U deserve it! So i was thinking of bakugou!prohero a reader where he's always busy and always hv this photoshoot with these hot models or hot pro hero that made reader feel left out. And the last straw was when a newly magazine publish of him kissing other girls cheek (or mouth) (u do u;)) and thats when they had a bad fight that caused reader to run away. I would like it to be heavy angst with a happy ending. I love angst but after a heavy angst i like a happy ending to soothe my heart 😂 if u do choose this, gudluck!

Blinded by the Fame

Angst

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Thank you so so much for this request! I was actually so excited to do this piece because I already had an idea I wanted to use and this scenario was PERFECTO~! So painful yet so good!

Thank you for the congratulations and I hope this request met your needs! Please let me know your thoughts!

Who said dating an upcoming hero was going to be easy? It certainly wasn’t easy, not in the slightest. You definitely had hard days. There were times when it got so difficult that you wanted to quit. But was loving the hero worth it and fulfilling? Absolutely.

Bakugou Katsuki was the love of your life. Relationships were never easy. Couples always have obstacles and challenges they have to overcome. Even when you were in tears, screaming at each other at the top of your lungs, even if you gave each other the cold shoulder the entire week, nothing could replace the warmth that was Bakugou’s arms. You would never much refuse his touch every tine, but that wouldn’t stop Bakugou from having you in his arms every night, whispering sweet nothings in your ears despite all the things he said prior. And you would forgive him. Of course you would. How could you not?

But being with a rising hero came with bearing a lot of burden that you had to keep to yourself. You didn’t like how he was working all the time. You didn’t like how he came home bruised up, sometimes not even going to the hospital if it means not being able to see you for the night. You couldn’t bare seeing him like that. But that was part of his job and that was never going to change. So no matter how much you absolutely hated the sight, you let him do his hero work because that was what he loved to do. You couldn’t interfere with his dreams of becoming the number one hero.

But the thing that itched you the most was when Bakugou was forced to promotional shoots to get his name out there. The memory of when he first started made you laugh. Being the Bakugou that he was, he flat-out refused to do it. He didn’t like getting his picture taken. He’ll dress up once in a while, and when he does it’s real clean, but he wasn’t a fan of constantly dressing up. But when he finally let go and tried it once, he saw how much fan votes and popularity he was getting and eventually, would do more here and there.

And you didn’t mind if the shoots were by himself, but most of the time, they were with other pro-heroes or very attractive models. And that you feel insecure. How could it not? Your boyfriend getting close to other women while you looked nothing like these women? You didn’t have the body, the face, the money, or the fame these women brought to the table. You would never admit it, but you hated when other women were in the picture. And you hated when one of the women would be touching him. It left a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach. You were so sure that he was going to leave you for one of them. But he proved his love by dropping down on one knee with the most gorgeous ring.

“Come with me to the shoot,” Bakugou proposed but you hesitated.

“I can just meet you at the restaurant,” you decided. The mention of being on set for one of his photoshoots seemed like a bad idea.

“I want to go together. It won’t even take long. One hour tops,” he swore and brought you by the waist, your body flushed against him. He takes your face in his hands and gently puts your foreheads together.

“I know you’ve been wanting to go to this restaurant forever. Let’s go together,” he whispers and you couldn’t help but fall for that voice over and over again.

“Okay,” you whispered back. He smiles at you, places a small kiss to your forehead, then your lips, before taking your hand to lead you to the car.

The set of the shoot was intimidating. People were running around everywhere, cameras were set in all positions, lights were blinding and hot, the space just looked so busy. And you felt like you didn’t belong. But Bakugou was so used to this kind of scene. He leads you to where the photographer and the director were talking.

“Ah, Pro-Hero Dynamite, you made it!” the director greeted your boyfriend. “Your stylist is in the next room. Go ahead and get changed and we’ll get started.” Bakugou nodded and turned to you.

“I’ll be right back,” Bakugou said and kissed you on the forehead. You watched as your boyfriend disappeared in the sea of people and then you were left all alone.

This was fine. You would just wait in the back patiently for him to be done. And then you two could enjoy a nice evening out at that fancy restaurant you’ve always been wanting to try. Just relax. You closed your eyes and took deep, but slow breaths. There was nothing to get worked up over. Afterall, it looked like Bakugou was doing this shoot by himself.

But you spoke too soon. Bakugou had appeared from the dressing room, looking all dashing and handsome. You felt your heart skip again. He was wearing a red shirt that was unbuttoned to the third button, exposing his broad and muscular chest. Over, he wore a black jacket with leather gloves and pants. His hair was styled slightly back, forehead showing. He was mesmerizing to look at. But shortly after his appearance, two women walked out behind him. Two gorgeous, fit, and slim women who wore skin tight, elegant dresses were doing the shoot with him. And for some reason, your heart began to hurt. The pang in your heart was constant that you had to beat at your chest to calm yourself down.

They were beautiful. And you had recognized one of the women: Pro-hero Miruko. You knew their history together. Bakugou had worked under Miruko during his school days and eventually worked along side with her after he graduated. You knew she was a flirt. She flirted with everybody. And that was fine, until she got alittle too touchy with your boyfriend. And that bothered you. But Bakugou was so used to her behavior that he didn’t even notice.

You couldn’t say anything. They are old time friends and co-workers. What? Are you supposed to say that he can’t be friends with her anymore just because you didn’t like it? And then you would look like the possessive girlfriend? You were fine with him being friends with other women, but they did make you nervous. Nervous because all the women he’s surrounded by are so unbelievably good looking, it put you to shame. Why would he want to be with you when he could have all these women to choose from?

But you tried to shake these negative thoughts away and playfully tugged at the ring on your ringer. There was a reason why he chose you. There was a reason why he gave you this ring. You shouldn’t think this way. But you couldn’t help it. You tried not to let it bother you, but in the end, it did. It really did. It bothered you so much that you couldn’t stop fidgeting.

You watched at Bakugou sat on the couch with both women on each side of him. His arms were lounging on the back of the couch while one girl sat next to him and Miruko stood behind him. Looking at his facial expressions, he didn’t seem interested in any of the girls. Which is a good sign?

And so the shoot started. Nothing else could be heard besides music playing in the background and the loud click of the camera. Everyone else was watching the shoot take place. Everything looked okay so far. Their outfits were scandalous but nothing scandalous was happening. The only directions the models were given was to look sexily at the camera. Bakugou delivered that perfectly with his go-to signature look. But now the photographer wanted more.

“Can the two women get a little closer, please?” the photographer asked and put his camera up to his face once more. The girls did what they were told and Bakugou didn’t even flinch. But you were growing nervous. There was more skin happening, more touching and it was making you uncomfortable. You gasped when you saw Miruko grab Bakugou by his chin to lift to towards her direction. Then she leans in, her lips ghosting over his ever so slightly, like they were about to kiss. Tears were spilling out and your cheeks heated up in anger until you finally exploded.

“Stop!” you yelled, stopping all production. Heads from all around turned to you. Mirko looked at you shocked and Bakugou was wide eyed with curiosity and concern. You gripped the handle of the purse that was slung around your shoulder, feeling anxious now that everyone was looking at you.

“Sorry, give me one moment,” Bakugou apologized to the staff. He got up, rushing towards you. He takes your hand and brings you in the dressing room. The door slammed shut and Bakugou turns to you in a huff.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he hissed. With tears streaming down your face, you were shocked by his reaction. But you were going to stand your ground.

“I don’t like how she was touching you,” you say.

“It’s my job,” he sighs in exasperation.

“Well she should learn her boundaries, whether it’s a job or not. And if you respected me at all, you would tell her no,” you stated firmly. But all Bakugou did was roll his eyes.

“You’re overreacting.” You scoff and it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“Oh, I’m overreacting? Is it wrong that I don’t like when other women are touching you?” you started to raise your voice and talk back.

“Do I have to say it again? It’s my job. If I’m going to make it big, I have to do it. What? You think I like her? You think I was going to let her kiss me? It’s just for the pictures. Geez, how sensitive can you get?” he stabbed you right in a sensitive topic. You stayed silent because you weren’t expecting him to say that. The moment you think he’s going to stop there, he keeps going.

“I might need to save lots of women who are in danger. What? You don’t want me touching them? You’re going to get jealous because I’ll have some stranger in my arms? You’re afraid that she’s going to cling to me for dear life because I’m saving her? You don’t like that?!” he was practically screaming now.

“No! I don’t like that!” you screamed right back, giving back the same amount of energy. The tension in the air was so thick, anyone could feel it. Hell, they were all listening from outside and they felt uncomfortable with the ambiance of the situation. Both parties’ chests were heaving up and down from the labored breathing. And you just glared at each other. Bakugou turns away from you, breaking the ice.

“Fine. If you’re going to be this jealous, then maybe… maybe we shouldn’t be together,” he said. That was it. That was when your heart broke into a million pieces. You felt like if you stood there any longer, you would have suffocated.

“Fine,” you whisper. He doesn’t even spare you a glance. With teary eyes and a heavy heart, you tighten your jaw as you take off your engagement ring, wiggling it off your finger and then setting it down on the counter beside you. The sound of the metal hitting the hard desk was loud enough for Bakugou to hear, but he still chose not to turn to you. You thought that maybe, just maybe, if he turned around and said he didn’t mean it, then you would have been okay. You would have forgave him for those mean things he said. And then you would have apologized to him. But he looked set on his decision.

Without another word, you turned around and sped out of that building, tears never stopping. Everyone saw you go. Miruko laid her sad eyes on you and her broke for you. Shortly after, Bakugou walks back to the couch, plopping down with a huff.

“Let’s continue,” he says begrudgingly. But nobody moves, still shell-shocked about yousr argument. But this causes Bakugou to explode.

“Are you not going to start? Let’s get on with it!!” he hollers and everyone rushes like mice to get back to production. Bakugou lets out a long sigh, face in a permanent frown.

Miruko sits on the back of the couch and looks down at her old friend. She could tell that he was hurting just as much as you, if not more.

“Idiot~” Miruko sang.

“Ha?” Bakugou glared up at his past mentor. Mirko looked at her nails, not paying mind to the hot head who was on the verge of exploding.

“You need to go apologize,” she told him, more like ordered him to.

“Like it’s my fault.”

“You didn’t take her feelings into consideration,” Miruko pointed out, silencing Bakugou on the spot. “If she was feeling a little jealous, then her feelings are totally valid. You need to do something about it and make her feel like she doesn’t need to worry about anything.” Bakugou was only getting more annoyed.

“Whatever. It’s just business. If she can’t understand that, then we don’t need to be together,” he tried to convince himself. But that only hurt himself more.

“Whatever my ass. Then if you can’t be a good boyfriend and comfort her instead of making her feel insecure, then she doesn’t need you. She can find a better man who treats her good.”

“I do treat her good,” Right?

“Oh yes, I can tell,” Miruko said sarcastically. But in all seriousness, she knew he was hurting and she was trying to give advice from a woman’s perspective, but he is so stubborn and hard-headed that he doesn’t want to admit that he was in the wrong.

“Look, you let her go home like that right now, you’re not going to get her back. Go after her,” she advices on a serious note. Bakugou takes a moment to think but it’s all too much. He ruffles his hair and shoots up from the couch.

“Fuck this shit. I’m not doing this anymore,” he announces and storms out of the building. But not before shoving the metal jewelry in his pant pocket.

You didn’t know where you were going. You just walked and walked until you wind up somewhere. And god, you were so hungry. But you couldn’t go to that fancy restaurant that Bakugou had already made reservations for. God forbid he walks in while you were eating. And with another woman? How embarrassing. You couldn’t use his name or his fame anymore. You didn’t want to go back home. What if he shows up at your place? It probably wasn’t likely. He said he was done with you. You left the ring back with him. You guys were over. He wouldn’t show up uninvited. He has no reason to. You didn’t have money on you. You didn’t have any mode of transportation. The only think you had was your phone but the battery can only last so long. So you continued on walking until you hit a park and sat down on one of the benches. You were left alone to bathe in your thoughts until the set sun.

“Where the fuck did she go?” Bakugou mumbled to himself. He checked all the alleyways, in between streets, high and low, but he couldn’t spot you. No matter how he was frustrated he was feeling, he started to get nervous. He wondered if you were okay and safe right now. You hadn’t eaten all day. Wait. There’s no way…

“Hi. Reservation for 2. Under Bakugou,” Bakugou told the hostess. He arrived at the restaurant, in hopes that you came in. But when the hostess said that you hadn’t shown up, his shoulders deflated. Back to square one. So if you weren’t here, then where were you? Had you eaten yet?

Trying his luck, he went to your apartment, but after many attempts, you didn’t open the door. You could either by ignoring him or you weren’t home yet. Knowing you, you probably weren’t home. Then he was going to wait until you came home. Taking a seat next to your door, Bakugou waited. And he was going to wait until he could see your face.

You watched as happy couples and families walked by you, having the time of their lives. You smiled sadly seeing all their smiles and laughter. How you wish you could be like that. But now you don’t even know if or when that was going to be possible. That was all you wanted. Was to be happy. You didn’t want to be in this rabbit hole of sadness. You didn’t want anybody to pity you just because you were crying. But you did long for somebody to listen to you. For somebody to tell you that it was going to be okay and that you are loved. Love… You wanted someone to love you. He just wasn’t the one for you. Then who is? Will you ever find it? Was this your only chance and you ruined it all just because you couldn’t help but feel jealous?

Stupid.

Stupid (y/n).

You always ruin everything in your life. The one time you got something good, it’s gone in an instant. You knew it was too good to be true. But there’s no going back now. It already happened and now you have to move on.

By the time you noticed, the sun had already set and darkness fell upon you. You wanted to stay longer. You debated whether or not you were going to sleep on the park bench. But after recalling new articles of kidnappings happening around the country recently, you decided to go home.

It took you a while to go home. You walked as slow as you could, taking your sweet time returning back to your apartment. All you want to do is snuggle up in bed and go to sleep. You were so exhausted. Mentally, physically and emotionally. You just needed some rest and then you can worry more in the morning. You were coming up to your apartment and saw a person sitting on the floor what looked like in front of your apartment door. No. But there’s no way.

Blonde hair.

That was all it took for you to turn back, go down those stairs and back to the park. You couldn’t face him right now. You were already broken up so why was he there? He said all he needed to say so why was he there?

You thought you were being sneaky but Bakugou caught you. He saw you going back down those stairs and he immediately got up and chased after you.

“(y/n)!” he called out to you but you ignored him. The sound of his voice made your heart clench.

“(y/n)!” he called again, but louder. Again, you continued to ignore him.

“(y/n)!” he called for the last time, this time grabbing your arm. But you shook him as fast as he grabbed you.

“No, leave me alone,” you managed to say. Just keep on walking. Maybe if you walk long and far enough, he’ll give up. But he wasn’t giving up.

“(y/n), stop!” he grabbed you again, yet this time tighter so you couldn’t escape. Then he traps you in between him and the wall, forcing you to face him.

“Stop! Let me go! Leave me alone!” you cry. Your tear stained face and puffy eyes broke Bakugou’s heart. He did this to you. Fuck. He was the worst. You thrashed around, forcing him to let go, hitting him to push him away. Anything so he could get away from you.

Bakugou let you hit him. He deserved it. Every hit that you take at him, he deserved. Slowly but surely, he pulled you in for a hug. You were so drained that you let him. And as soon as you were in his embrace and your cheek hit his chest, you cried. You let it all out and didn’t stop. Bakugou didn’t say anything. He just held you, patting your head until you calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He kissed the top of your head and rested his head there. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He continued to say. Your cries were muffled by being buried in his chest.

You held onto him tight, continuing to cry your heart out. You thought you were never going to see him again. You thought you were never going to hold him again. Or smell him. You world was crashing down on you but was slowly being put together again.

“Do you want to go inside?” he asks you softly. Your voice was too hoarse and sore from all the crying, so you nodded your head, not letting go of him. Bakugou got the hint and picked you up princess style and led you into the house. There was going to be a lot of talking happening soon in that tiny apartment. It was going to be a long night.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou imagine #bnha imagine #bakugou angst #1000+ follower event

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sly-merlin · 4 years

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Killing Me - 1 | n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings : mention of weapons, use of weapons, character death and smut is a warning in itself

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

curiosity got the cat hitched

K.M MASTERLIST

taglist:: (repeating for only first chapter for the notification, otherwise i’ll tag only those who told me specifically. its not polite to tag everyone who hv read the chapters previously. normal tagging would be continued from chapter 10! @kpop-choco @moon-yuta @kawaiiayasan @btm-taeyong @lanadreamie @theworld-accordingtocasey @exfolitae @cheersskznct @hyuckiesgf

note :: daily updates from today till chapter 9!

Who would’ve thought a lifetime opportunity would come knocking at your door at midnight! Well, not at your door but a trashcan instead. But that was least of your worries right now. Your phone camera captured enough photos to be admissible as an evidence in a court. Feeling content with your accomplishment you sprinted towards the nearest police station, breathing only when you entered the premises of the said building. You thanked the heavens for leaving that place without them finding out. Once your breathing was controlled enough, you made your way towards the desk of the station in charge. He was...snoring. You placed your hand on the desk and banged the hardwood loudly to catch the attention of a sleepy public officer. He jolted awake at the sound and squinted his eyes only to give you a nasty look. After coming to his senses, he motioned you to sit down. You sat on one of the chairs in front of him and without wasting your time, shoved your phone in his face. The shock on his face became evident as soon as his vision focused on the photos. He kept scrolling through the images, zooming in and out and after a few minutes, placed it back on the table.

“From where did you get these miss…

“Y/n. y/n l/n. I was walking home after hanging out with my friends in the club at the 67th street when I heard some gagging noise. They were coming from an alley. I didn’t want to get in trouble so I peeked a little and there were two men, one was short and the other was...um...quite big. The big one was choking the shorter one and then he suddenly threw him at the trashcan or whatever it was. I captured everything that happened after that on my phone. as you saw , that man had a gun and he was trying to kill the shorter man and when the big one pulled up a silencer to put on the gun , I walked out of there as quietly as possible and ran.” you speedily worded everything you witnessed. Earlier you hadn’t realised but now that you just recited everything to the man, you prayed you were not calling trouble on yourself.

The officer looked at you as if he was finding some flaws in your story. He straightened his back and asked “what about that man, who was at the other end of the gun?” he questioned in an interrogatory voice.

“I don’t know, sir. I told you I ran off.” you tried your best to sound confident.

“And why didn’t you try to save him? .” this time you couldn’t hide the fear his voice filled you with. “When a person is dying, you are supposed to save him, aren’t you” his voice turned more hostile with every word he spoke.

You gulped at his question. You were afraid but he doesn’t have to know it right! You composed yourself before deciding that telling him the truth would be the best option for you.

“I could’ve done nothing there. That man had a gun. He was a shooter, there was no one near that place except for some drunken bastards. I was of no help rather I would’ve gotten myself killed as well. That’s why I’m here. You can go and look and maybe save him” you replied timidly.

“Very well miss. We’ll surely look but I can’t say if your photos are of any help. If that man is alive and doesn’t file a complaint, then these are clearly useless”

“But if he is dead, then this is circumstantial evidence. You can arrest the big man for murder.” he looked surprised at your use of words particular to their field. Before he could reply, you continued-

“I’m a law student.” he chose to be unresponsive for a few seconds. Then, he suddenly placed his hands on the table and hurriedly grabbed your phone.

“Let me talk to my superiors then. I’m not the one who decides the rules here so you have to wait.” you nodded as he walked off into a small room.

But he left you with an empty feeling inside. ‘You could’ve saved him’. The question echoed in your head. You eyed the glass of water on the table and gulped it in one go. After a few minutes, your thoughts got cleared of any doubt. You did what you could for that man. There was no way to save him. Earlier you saw it as an opportunity to do something great but now it was altered into your sense of justice. This was the right thing to do.

The officer came back from the room after 15 minutes.

“My superior is coming. Wait for 30 minutes. The search party is gone already. After copying the data, you can have your phone back and there is possibility that you would be an eye witness, if the said man is dead! You won’t have any problem with that right? You won’t be able to back out once you are in.” he queried.

“I know what I’m getting into, sir” you maintained your confident stance and slumped down. Your stomach growled but she could wait. You had other things to worry about right now. Like how to spent 30 minutes without your phone!

Officer’s pov. [In the room ]

“Hello, can I talk to taeyong. We have got a situation here.

note:: before i left, i answered an ask from a law student. i dont know whether they saw it or not, but if you didnt i apologise and i would love to answer again. if u see this contact me thru anon or dm !

#tags dont work at all #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct mafia #nct angst #yuta scenarios #yuta imagines #yuta arranged marriage #yuta mafia #nct arrange marriage #nct 127 #nct dream #nct series

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whencallstheheart · 3 years

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Sorry me again, just wanted to say your idea of the tag #wcthsafe is a great one. I have zero interest in Elizabeth and Lucas. Couldn’t care less about them, would happily never see them in HV again. But I love all the other characters and want to see where their journeys end up. My biggest fear is that they will be ill served by the writers but I guess I will just have to wait and see and hope for the the best. Ironic, given I think these writers are far from the best but anyway…! I will prob watch the episodes in blocks after they air so I can fast forward all the stuff I don’t care about. But gone are the days of tweeting live, commenting on posts or telling people about the show. The BTS drama and shocking behaviour of TPB have proven they don’t give a crap about anything but the ratings and they won’t be getting mine. But I am glad to know I can still stop by your page and hopefully chat about what’s going on in other characters’ lives, so thanks ❤️

We'll just have to see how it goes. I can't guarantee how long I'll continue to watch. It'll really depend on whether there's interesting things going on for the other characters. There were elements I enjoyed about season 8 aside from the triangle disaster so I'm not totally negative about things. It wasn't all awful.

I think most people who still want to watch will be changing how they watch now, including me. It's a bummer. The excitement is gone.

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grvntld · 3 years

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okie so my first chika is actually about boyfie's fambam which are gonna be my in-laws in just a few months. IN. JUST. A. FEW. MONTHS. im gonna get married in just a few months and i still couldnt believe it but also i could not wait bc i love my man i love him so much y'all hv no idea how much and i cant wait to like officially build a life w him even though we hv started doing that already with our plans and all that

anyway, so yeah, boyfie's fambam — theyve always treated me with nothing short of warm. even from the v start and boyfie and i were not like a steady couple yet, like we were just dating and seeing where the tides will take us, they have always treated me like im already part of their family, like they know where our relationship was heading back then. it was heartwarming.

so uhm, i was in lipa, batangas last friday, right? and boyfie's fambam is actually from batangas so of course, i messaged them and told them im in batangas but im on a tight schedule and im not sure if i could meet them but hopefully soon we would be able to see each other again. i didnt know they were out doing errands though and they were near my place of werq that time so i was really surprised when they messaged me if they could maybe drive by just to see me. ngl i panicked. i told my bosses right away if i could excuse myself for a few minutes once my future in-laws are near so i could just say hi and good thing they said yes. they texted me when they were at the golf and country club's gate so i could wait for them in the hotel lobby since i was really on a tight schedule and the owners of the whole property were there too. so there i was in the hotel lobby waiting for them and they got into a problem by the gate since the place is kinda exclusive + of course, under strict protocol so they had to give my name and our contact's name and at first, the guards still wont let them until they called me and i got to talk to the guards on the phone and told them who i was and what was my business there and they were aware of what my team was doing there anyway so after that call, boyfie's fambam was finally let in. i even told the guards they were my future in-laws and right then and there i kinda aggshsjsjskll got shy bc well, im actually a rlly shy person, okkkkk?¿¿?¿??? plus i know they could hear my conversation with the guards since im on loud speaker + i got rlly soft when i was even waiting for the guards to be available to talk to me bc boyfie's dad was on the phone and he was like, "hello, aina. sandali lang, ineng, ha? si tatay ito" 🥺 im soft, you guys!!!! he's basically telling me that it's fine to call him tatay, right? 🥺🥲😭

ok so fast forward to them finally reaching the hotel lobby. i thought it was only boyfie's parents that i was going to see that day so my mind was running wild when i saw figures on the back seat. turns out, boyfie's eldest sister and her hubby — who i both havent met ever since as they were destined in the middle east before and our schedules just wont meet every time they go back here in the ph — were with the parents. i was even kinda in denial as i was going down the staircase of the hotel lobby to meet them by the driveway bc i was telling myself maybe those were actually boyfie's other siblings that i hv met olredi, but then as i got closer, i was just seeing clearly that they were indeed boyfie's eldest sister and her hubby and i was agvsgsbshdnfubeudbfjndjdkdkslsllsl i dont know, mahn, i just rlly wanna make a good first impression. dont shit me, you would want to make a good first impression too when it comes to your partner's family, especially when your partner is part of a tight-knit family. DUH. so yeah, boyfie's mom took lead of the conversation and she was the one who made the introductions between me and boyfie's eldest sister plus her hubby. i could feel their eyes looking at me while boyfie's mom and dad were talking to me. boyfie's eldest sister and her hubby actually asked me stuff abt the golf and country club and honestly, the conversation was almost a blur to me bc i was trying my best to hold my self together as it was the first time that i was meeting them and boyfie wasnt with me and im just an awkward person overall and i was scared im gonna say the wrong things aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh but then everything turned out well. i think i did good. they also asked me of my schedule so i told them my team's gonna cover the whole place amd then we'll head to tagaytay the next day to cover a cafe, and then we're going home. hehe. it was a nice catch up × first meet session. they were nice, they were all smiling. they even gave me dragonfruits to take home. 🤚🥺

boyfie's fambam loves me. dont get me wrong, im not bragging or anything but i know when people actually like me and when they dont, and i just know that boyfie's fambam hv accepted me with their arms wide open, and i am vvv much grateful for that. i love them. i could not ask for better in-laws. theyre all wonderful and i hope they know and feel how much i love their son and brother.

okie so dazz all. at least diziz all i could remember from that time bc really it was kinda blurry to me. i felt like time slowed down but also it all happened so fast and i was just there being: ☺🥺🥲☺🥺🥲. srsly, even after that time, i was kind of shaking bc i got butterflies in my stomach for seeing them without boyfie right by my side. boyfie knows how nervous and tense i get around people so he usually holds my hand to remind me he's there and he wasnt physically there when it all happened, so when i got back to my job, i had a bit of a struggle to go back into my werq mode zone. lol. good thing i was able to push through, though, and i even hosted a live with the chef and the golf and country club's general manager, so i guess i could say i did a good job — personal-life-wise and werq-life-wise! hehe. 🙆‍♀️🦋💖🌻

#donut #icecream #skl ; 🦇 ba #just wanted to put this up here so i could hv something to look back to and then imma be like: 🥺💖🥺💖🥺 again hehehehe #so ayorn next time na yung second chika pag sure na kong ready na ko to talk abt it hehehehe for now good nighty na muna mwaps

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Sick Little Games: Thirteen

In the morning, when you come downstairs to eat breakfast wearing one of Clint’s hoodies and a pair of leggings, no one says anything about the day before. Thor kisses your cheek, and so does Bruce.

Sam can’t quite look you in the face. Yesterday had been terrifying. Even after Thor had pulled him aside and quietly explained what had been done to you all those years before. You give him a shy smile, and Sam flinches away from you. That hurts, and you look away quickly. You get your coffee and a pastry and slip out quietly, going to find somewhere to curl up and ease into your day.

You’re just about to take a bite of your donut when Steve finds you. And it takes effort not to roll your eyes.

“Hey,” Steve says, approaching slowly.

“Hey,” you answer, taking a sip of your coffee. He takes a seat and looks you over slowly, folding his hands.

“You okay?” he asks. You nod and shrug.

“How’s Bucky?” you counter, and Steve doesn’t miss that you sound detached. Not for the first time, Steve wonders how much you really remember about what happens when you’re in kill mode.

“Breathing,” Steve said, smiling a little, “You managed to scare the shit out of him. But he wasn’t close to death or anything.”

You nod, “That’s good. I don’t THINK I actually wanted him dead. Just to leave me alone.”

“What’d he do?” Steve asked, seriously.

“Enough,” you answer, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Y/N,” he pressed, “Help me understand this. Please? Bucky told me you’re crazy. That he turned you down and now you’re just pissed off at him. But. I know you.”

“He did, in fact, turn me down, months ago,” you snort, “But that wasn’t where it stopped.”

Steve gestured for you to continue, and you sigh.

“Look. I don’t know why, but Bucky decided I needed to be punished apparently. I’m not going to go into detail, but he took my feelings for him, and he used them. After that, and all the fallout, I left. I had intended to stay gone. Just... just to make it easier on everyone. I didn’t want drama. I didn’t want to have people choosing sides. I just wanted it to be over.”

Steve’s heart drops, “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Would you have heard me?” you counter, looking away. “The second I would have said anything, especially about the baby-”

“Baby?” Steve said slowly, a look of horror crossing his face. “Are you still-”

“No,” you tell him, taking a deep breath.

Steve nods, “Did you ever tell Bucky?”

“God no,” you laugh, “If he didn’t try to pressure me to make the choice he wanted, he might have just outright killed me.”

Steve wanted to protest. He wanted to say Bucky wouldn’t have done that, but... With what he’d gotten from Thor... or rather Bruce while Thor stood by and looked uncomfortable, and the few details you’d just given him. Well. He felt like gainsaying you was probably not fair. It had been hard for Steve to come to terms with this Bucky not being HIS Bucky any more after decades of torture. But it still rankled. He wanted this to not be true, but. You had no reason to lie. And he knew first hand how nice you had tried to be to Bucky. How much you’d done to try and make him feel welcome.

He should have realized you had a crush. And he should have kept an eye on Bucky. But he hadn’t. And he didn’t. And it had led you here.

“How- I mean-” Steve doesn’t know how to ask how you’re feeling. He doesn’t know how to apologize. All he can do is stammer at you and turn red.

“I’m okay, Steve,” you answer softly. “He- he took things from me that I can’t get back but. I’m okay. I’m here. And I made the best choice for me at the time. Even if it meant hurting all your feelings when it came to a boil. I knew that if I ran around talking about it, everyone would be so busy telling me what to do or what I needed, no one would hear what I had to say.”

Steve watches you sip coffee and sighs, “I’d like to tell you you’re wrong, but... I probably would have been buying a baby-sized Baseball cap. So.”

You snort, “I know you guys all think I’m a baby. But... I survived. I survived everything they did to me. And everything before then. I’ve fought gods and monsters right next to you. What do I have to do to prove that I’m strong enough?”

The Super Soldier looked at you and blinked slowly. It caught him off guard sometimes. The old soul that peered out of you from time to time. Weathered and beaten. Something he could recognize. He got caught up sometimes, in your sweetness. The youthful exuberance, as you demanded that everyone come with you to the zoo. Your joy at sparkly makeup and the sound of the music you played as you baked cookies that looked like pinatas. You basked in the brightness. You delighted in things that made you happy. Any little thing that made you happy. It was how you coped.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re not the one who owes me an apology,” you say quietly.

“I know,” Steve said, nodding at Clint, who had found his way to you, Lucky at his heels.

You slip Lucky your last bite of the doughnut and kiss his nose, fondly, “Good morning, handsome.”

“Oh sure, kiss him hello,” Clint drawled without any real heat, handing you another cup of coffee and kissing your head.

You look up at him and smile, “His morning breath isn’t as gnarly.”

He rolled his eyes and sat on the arm of your chair; Steve smiled a little. It was cute. Grotesquely cute when you tucked yourself into his side and Lucky laid his head on your lap for pets. It was a little glimpse into some domesticity and you glowed. A soft kind of warmth that made him feel better. At the very least, you were healing. You were healing and Clint had only the best of intentions.

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Bucky sat with his feet on his desk cleaning his gun and Natasha leaned on the door and watched him for a second. You’d given her more details than you had given Steve. More mindful of Steve’s feelings for Bucky. And the spy was furious.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked. Her voice was calm and that’s what had Bucky startled.

“If this is about Y/N,” Bucky started.

“Of course it is you fucking asshole!” she said slamming the door shut.

“What do you care?” he countered.

“What do I care? Why wouldn’t I care?” she laughed bitterly, “This is Y/N we’re talking about. Do you know what they had to do to her to make her what she is?”

Bucky bolted to his feet, “What they did to her?” he barked, “They fucking babied her. They treated her like a kid. What’d they fucking do to her again?”

Natasha’s eyes widened in understanding, “You resent her,” she said, “You did all this just to make her suffer because you don’t think she suffered enough?”

“She didn’t!” he growls, “I spent literal decades in hell. And for what?”

Natasha sighed and threw a file on his desk, “You think she got off easy?” she laughed, “You think you’ve got a monopoly on torment? You wanna know why they didn’t have to break her? She was already broken, Barnes.” Natasha doesn’t say another word and walked out of the room. Afraid that if she stayed she’d hurt him. Hurt him a lot.

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Clint ducked out of the way of your staff and grinned, “Gotta be quicker than that,” he teases.

“Just gotta wait for you to slow down,” you say calmly, sliding back as he swings his sword at you.

“I can go all night, baby,” he says, winking.

“We’ll see,” you answer, disarming him neatly, “Does that one count towards my tally or no?”

Clint looked towards his sword, well out of reach and took a moment to admire your cleavage where you had him pinned to the mats, “I’ll allow it,” he said enjoying the view your tanktop afforded. He’d like to lean up and nuzzle the soft skin. He really wanted to. But. There were rookies watching and he was supposed to be showing them how to repel magical attacks. You notice him staring and quirk an eyebrow, making him wink at you.

“Douchebag,” you murmur, holding out a hand to help him to his feet.

“I’ll make it up to you later,” he says, giving you a look that makes you blush, even as you’re trying not to giggle.

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kaidoslastbraincell · 3 years

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Hey there! Love ur blog loads!! Ur scenarios are really beautiful!!

But m reallllyyyy curious...do u ship character x character? If so, what's ur otp and would u like to write scenario for them too....

If I hv asked this before pls forgive me ok?

I only started posting my own scenarios today, but I hope you like them and I’m glad you like my blog! My ultimate fave ship for knb is Midorima and Takao. I hope this scene is okay :) I used this movie scene for inspiration. The idea is that it’s date night and Takao wants ‘Shin-chan’ to loosen up and have some fun. It was his turn to choose the date so he decided on going to a pop-up country bar for a night of line-dance but he doesn’t tell Midorima that beforehand because he knows he’ll object. Enjoy the rare image of Midorima finally letting his hair down (figuratively)! I hope you like it! x

pairings: Midorima x Takao

genre: romance, comedy, fun

recommended song: Fake ID by Big & Rich

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Takao peddled excitedly, a silly grin on his face. Midorima sat in the cart attached to the bike.

“You really didn’t have to cycle, you know that right. It’s date night and today is an okay day for Cancers...” Mirodima trailed off awkwardly.

Takao nodded. “I know. But you’d find out where we’re going if we got a cab.”

The green-haired man huffed in irritation but didn’t press further. Takao hummed a tune to himself as he pressed forward and he found himself smiling softly. With a shake of the head, I leaned back against the side of the cart and waited patiently. He was certain the night that had been planned wasn’t going to be something he would choose himself. That’s why Takao was so adamant on keeping it a secret. But Midorima was used to his boyfriend’s unusual date choices. They always ended up having fun in the end, so he didn’t really mind.

The bike and cart took a turn and suddenly it had stopped. American country music was the only thing that they could hear on the street and Midorima’s eyes widened. He already knew what was coming and looked at Takao.

“No. Absolutely not.” He said firmly.

“Oh come on Shin-chan!” Takao whined. “You promised. It’s my turn. And we always end up having fun!”

With a frustrated sigh, Midorima pushed his glasses up his nose before straightening up.

“Fine. We can check it out.”

Takao clapped his hands happily before pulling Midorima into a hug. The shooter wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s shoulders and kissed his head.

“But I’m not dancing,” Mirodima stated.

Takao frowned, but a devious smirk played at his lips.

“We’ll see about that...”

Upon entering the bar, the music got louder. Midorima couldn't deny that the tune was mildly catchy. It didn’t reek of alcohol like most clubs and bars did. It was a pleasant surprise. Takao was watching him carefully from the corner of his eye. While surveying his surroundings, Midorima caught sight of a group in the far corner. At the table was Kuroko, Kyoshi, Koganei, Momoi, and Kise.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me,” he muttered.

Takao looked up. “What’s wrong?”

Following his line of vision, he laughed. “Of course we’d bump into others here. We can join them if you like. It might help you loosen up a bit?”

Midorima frowned. “But it’s our date night...”

The black-haired man rolled his eyes. “It won’t be much of a date if you’re feeling uncomfortable the entire time.”

Nodding slowly, Midorima replied: “Okay, if you’re sure.”

After buying some drinks, the pair wove their way through the crowd until they reached the table. The group turned to them with shocked faces.

“Midorima-kun?” Kuroko said.

“I wouldn't have thought this was your scene, Midorin!” Momoi said with a smile.

“It’s not, but tonight is date night and it was Takao’s turn to choose.”

Everyone nodded in understanding and greeted Takao too. The couple took their seats and settled into the conversation.

Momoi jumped up suddenly, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I love this song!” She squealed. “Tetsu-kun! Dance with me!”

With a smile, Kuroko nodded and got to his feet.

“I think we’ll join you!”

The rest of the group stood too and made their way to the dancefloor. Takao looked at Midorima pleadingly.

“I told you, I’m not dancing,” he said firmly. “You go on ahead, I’ll watch.”

“For now,” Takao huffed. “You’ll watch for now, but mark my words, mister...you will be dancing tonight!”

He hurried off to join the others and Midorima turned so he could see the dancefloor. ‘Write You a Song’ by Jon Pardi played through the speakers and the group gradually joined in with the line dance.

‘I guess it does look kinda fun,” he thought to himself.

His leg bounced to the beat and he watched every move carefully...calculating...memorising. He’d try. For Takao, he’d try.

The song changed, but the group remained in the centre of the room. ‘Fake ID’ by Big & Rich came on and Midorima stood and made his way towards them. A grin broke out across Takao’s face and he leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you,” he mouthed.

Midorima smiled back and nodded once.

The group stood to the side and watched the dance begin. These moves were a little different but the idea was the same. Kise was the first to join in, inserting himself right in the middle and laughing loudly as he copied the moves effortlessly. (if you haven’t already, watch the video linked at the top)

“Damn him,” Midorima thought.

One by one, everyone else had joined in and Takao was beckoning his partner forward with a hand. He took it and tentatively began to replicate the moves he had seen. It really wasn’t so bad once he had gotten the hang of moving his body in such a foreign manner. It was actually very satisfying seeing everyone dancing in sync.

When everyone had eventually tired out and returned to the table for a drink, Midorima checked the time on his watch.

“We were dancing for two whole hours!?” He exclaimed in disbelief.

Takao winked...

“Right! Time flies when you’re having fun.”

#myposts #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko tetsuya #kuroko's basketball #kuroko's basketball last game #akashi seijuro #aomine daiki #midorima shintarou #knb takao

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angieschiffahoi · 4 years

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seeing how the fixer is w microscopes and stuff, i do think raelle wld hv to learn how to do lab work in war college? which leads me to the qn of- since they will stay as a unit, who makes up the team of fixers that stay on base? dk they take turns to b deployed/ be at fort salem? is the unit thing a new strategy from the year moving forward? in raelle mum’s flashback, it seems like they split the witches according to their sector n they dont work in units

I think the people teaching/working at Fort Salem are there because of Alder.

Anacostia doesn’t seem to have gone through War College, she was probably deployed soon after basic and survived. Alder saw her value and gave her a training position.

The Fixers are “the best in the country”. That makes me think Alder’s ego would keep someone like that close, especially given her out of the norm health condition. They were probably selected, but I’m not sure everyone gets deployed. We have very little to go on, but there are probably people who are considered valuable enough to never be deployed or only be called for special missions.

Like, for example, I believe Izadora is one of the brightest necros, so she’s needed in Fort Salem for two purposes: teach a new generation of necros & keep the reseach going (which seems to be based in Fort Salem).

It’s a small sacrifice you make: you spare the best from the field to make sure they are able to survive, teach and be overall useful around base.

As for how the units will work in War College and after that, I was really curious about that too. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

#motherland fort salem #mfs spoilers #spoilers #general sarah alder #anon #anon ask

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sebseyesandbuckysthighs · 5 years

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Three Soldiers and a Baby | Part Nine

summary: Three handsome bachelors find their day to day operations disrupted when an unexpected new roommate (who comes complete with a diaper and a pacifier) shows up at their doorstep. How will they deal with this new and baffling responsibility without losing their minds or killing each other in the process?

pairings: Bucky x Reader (eventual) featuring Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

warnings: none, just make-believe goodness and cute boys with a baby

a/n: Who’s ready for more domestic soldiers?! I know for damn sure that I always am. Heck, that’s why I wrote this series! To provide all the fluff and angst-free domesticity for y’all. Sorry if that may seem a little boring to some, but I think we all deserve some nice easy reading every once in awhile. Love ya’s!

*warning to mobile users, the “keep reading” tab may not work so apologies in advance*

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Bucky didn’t even notice Sam walking away as he slowly inched closer and closer. He was just glad no one called him out on taking his sweet time getting there. When he finally reached the edge of her bassinet, Bucky felt as though all the air left within his lungs rushed out in a single exhale. Looking down at the slumbering face of his daughter was almost too surreal for Bucky to handle. In that moment he was sure that she was the most beautiful being in existence. “Holy shit. She looks just like her mom,” Bucky quietly whispered, his voice hoarse from all the emotions flowing through him. “She’s fucking beautiful.”

Steve had remained quiet as he watched the scene between his best friend and his daughter. He too was overcome with emotion, but was holding it together better than Bucky was. He walked forward to join the pair and noticed the moisture building up in Bucky’s eyes while he continued to stare at Ellie. “Yeah she is, Buck. Congratulations, man.”

Bucky finally looked away from his daughter, a light stream of tears flowing down his cheeks as he reached out to his best friend and pulled him into a tight hug.

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Bucky was still staring down in wonder at the small bundle that slept without a care to the changing world around her. It was still the middle of the night, but none of the men felt like they could sleep now that Bucky had returned home early from his mission. During the earlier debrief of the baby situation, Bucky took a minute to explain why he had come home so soon. The truth was as simple as the mission being easier than they had initially anticipated and there was no reason for him to stay behind for any cleanup procedures. Now here he was, back in the same home he left behind, but everything was different. His entire life was set to change and he hadn’t even known about it until only an hour ago.

Sam returned from his late night shower in a robe and waved his arms trying to grab the attention of the two men still staring down at the baby. “Alright I’m off to get some much deserved beauty sleep back in my own bed. Barnes. Good luck, buddy.” Sam turned on his heel and slowly walked towards his door. At the same time, Steve yawned and started to walk away as well. “Yeah me too. Good night, pal. We’ll see you in the morning.”

“Wait, what?!” Bucky spat out in a panic. “No no no. You guys can’t leave me alone!”

“You’re a big boy, Bucky. You can handle this,” said Sam with a thumbs up. “Just like we did.”

Bucky gawked in disbelief. “But you guys did it together! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here!”

“You’ll figure it out.” Steve suppressed another yawn and turned away again.

“But wait, what if I...what if I hurt her,” Bucky quietly expressed his true fear, looking away from his two friends and down again to the young innocent life before him. Then he looked to his left arm, the one made of neither flesh nor blood. It had been years since it was last used as a weapon for the forces of Hydra. The Wakandan tech was the most state of the art advanced technology that existed and Bucky had never had any reason to mistrust it. Yet, he wasn’t ready to take any chances on his daughter’s well-being.

Sam and Steve shared a look of understanding, but it was Steve again who spoke his reassurances to the neurotic new parent. “Bucky, you’re making excuses now. You haven’t felt self-conscious about your arm in a very long time. You’re in complete control, over the arm and your mind. Something tells me it has a lot to do with how this baby came to be here in the first place.” Steve referred to his time spent with you. “I had a feeling that whatever was going on with the two of you, she went a long way towards making you feel a certain kind of way.”

Bucky’s face depicted a range of emotions battling through him as he listened to Steve’s words, knowing that the man was right about every single thing he said. “Yeah, she did,” he confirmed. “She made me feel whole.”

The other two men smiled appreciatively, happy that their friend could finally admit the integral part you played in his life. Only hoping that it wasn’t too late for the two of you. “Alright then, Buck. We’ll see you two in the morning, okay?” Steve said, settling that this was how it was going to be. Bucky took in another series of deep breaths before nodding somewhat confidently.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I can do this.” Bucky looked down to his daughter and finally smiled. “I have to.”

It was at that exact moment that a wave of odor bloomed upwards from the bassinet. It started out faint, but soon burst into one of the most offensive odors Bucky had ever experienced. He tried to keep his face from contorting in reaction to it, but after another waft hit him he couldn’t help but reach for his nose to plug it. It took a second longer for it to reach Sam and Steve and by that time they were already on their way out of there to the safety of their rooms.

“Woah, wait a minute!” Bucky yelled out in horror. “What the hell have you guys been feeding my kid?!” By the time he looked down at the baby then back up to his friends they had already left and Ellie was starting to stir awake. At first her cries were soft and barely there, Bucky figured it was now or never to make this happen. Also, the last thing he wanted to hear were the uncomfortable cries of his little girl.

“Okay I can do this. C’mon, man. Get it together.” Bucky psyched himself up, unknowingly much like Steve had the first time he had changed Ellie all those days ago. He didn’t have time to think of the weight of the situation. The milestone moment of picking his daughter up for the first time as he pulled the soft white blanket away from her squirming body and reached in for her.

Distant memories floated through his mind of picking up babies in a past life, but much had changed since then. This time would be different than all those others. His head felt light as the little bundle in his hands felt even lighter still. She was tiny and soft and squishy. The smell emitting from her didn’t even seem to phase Bucky anymore, especially the second she opened her pretty little eyes and looked up at him for the first time.

Bucky was petrified in that instant. What if she cried? What if she didn’t like him? What if she was scared of him? Each question tore at his chest one by one, but he wouldn’t let his fears keep him from being here in this moment with his child.

“Hello beautiful,” he spoke his first words to her tenderly. The low timbre in his voice must have triggered something in her because instead of wailing cries of terror, Ellie smiled. It was more akin to a grin than anything, but Bucky swore that this was the most magical moment he had ever experienced.

It took time and a lot of guesswork, but Bucky eventually succeeded in changing Ellie’s diaper for the first time and he couldn’t have been more proud. Of her. She had just stared up at him the entire time, babbling in her cute little baby talk and being patient with him as he figured out how to clean her from the mess she made. Once he was finished and the offensive diaper was disposed of, Bucky wasn’t sure what to do next, but he knew he wasn’t ready for this time to be over with her. The future was unpredictable and even so far as tomorrow was an uncertain time.

He needed to cherish every moment he had with her, so for the next half hour, Bucky spent his time walking around the apartment with his little girl in his arms. Talking to her was quickly becoming his new favorite thing to do as she seemed to cling to every word he said. Completely enraptured in the way his lips moved and the sounds she couldn’t comprehend. The times when she would smile or giggle were the best and Bucky was sure his heart stopped each time.

The next morning Steve and Sam woke up earlier than usual, practically jumping with anxiety about Bucky’s first night spent at home with the baby. Upon reaching the living room, though, they learned that all their fears had been completely unfounded. There on the large living room couch was Bucky with his hands protectively cradling Ellie, both sound asleep.

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Hello Commander! Do you have any advice for fielding Famas? She's one if my favorite designs but when you have her on the table she just doesn't seem to really measure up to other ARs of her type. Right now I'm using her with Shrimp in b formation to buff accuracy. Do you have any other recommendations that might make better use of her? :

Um. Shrimp? Who’s - I’m sorry, I don’t know of any - I assume you mean some kind of offensive SMG, but the only offensive SMGs I know of right now are Vector and SCW. You’re - not talking about the Bunny Gremlin, right? Nah, you must not be. Must be Vector or something.

Anyway, great question! FAMAS is one of my favorite ARs too! I also recall seeing in other Commanders’ analyses that she isn’t considered to be very good. I think they’re pretty much just flat wrong and FAMAS is actually great.

You already have her paired with a strong offensive SMG, so you’re already on the right track. One of FAMAS’ strengths is her fantastic formation buff. It only applies to one SMG, but its off-centered positioning lets another AR layer a second buff on top, so you can get some crazy combined buffs from FAMAS/G36 (55% damage, 60% accuracy, 10% RoF) or FAMAS/416 (65% damage, 60% accuracy). This is not a bad way of utilizing FAMAS, in that it’s something that she can do better than a lot of other ARs.

Buuuut, that puts most of the excitement and emphasis on FAMAS’ frontline, while she serves more of a silent supporting role. If you want to see her pretty face on the MVP screen more often, then you’re going to want to do something a bit different.

FAMAS is totally serviceable as a dps rifle, as long as your skirmishes are short and sweet so that self-buff ARs don’t have a chance to get massively ahead of her. Her FP is a bit low but her other stats are totally fine, and her high base RoF in particular is a strength she can work with. Equipping her with a powerful HV mag and enhancing it early is going to make a big difference in her effectiveness, and can go a long way in bridging the gap between her and other ARs in midgame. It might be tempting to use an EOT sight to boost her FP further, but don’t fall for it - a critical scope is pretty much always a better choice on ARs, and FAMAS is no exception. It’s also very important to enhance FAMAS’s skill and get its multiplier up as high as possible; FAMAS’ grenade trades raw damage for a much larger AoE, and you want that secondary 2.5 yard zone to be strong enough to drop enemies by itself if you can manage it.

You can also improve her performance by being smart about choosing her teammates, which is most of what I usually focus on since it’s what matters most in endgame. RoF formation boosts do make a big difference on her, and with a little help from a friendly SMG she can push the fire rate cap, which is commendable on its own - high RoF means fast target switching and more efficient target clears; in fact, FAMAS only needs a 10% RoF boost to outdamage SOP-II, so that tells you just how strong she is by herself. But obviously she also does want as much FP as she can get her hands on, not only to compensate for her relatively lower base stat but also to improve the power of her grenade, since it actually really needs the help.

Here’s probably the best setup I’ve got so far. Type97 is just kind of a filler choice - any other AR will do; UMP45 is a default option but you can use any other SMG you like, Thompson might be a good choice for example. The important parts of this are Type 79 and Ribeyrolles. If you don’t have 79, MT-9 is a decent substitute as long as you got her from login while she was available; if you don’t have Ribey you can use M4A1 or AUG, but Ribey works much, much better for FAMAS because of her excellent skill.

Type 79 and Ribey together buff FP by 40%, and Ribey’s skill (once maxed) gives her an additional 25% FP and RoF, and that bonus FP will also apply to FAMAS’ grenade. Type 79′s stun grenade also helps buy time while you’re waiting for FAMAS’ grenade to activate, and can make it easier to tank those long battles without taking a lot of damage.

With the stacking formation buffs and Ribey’s excellent skill, FAMAS will function just fine as a general purpose rifle - but her strength is in her grenade, and specifically its wide area. Chapter 8 is starting to show us some encounters that are well suited to her, and I’m sure we’ll see more of them as time goes on. In the meantime, though, the singular best use of her grenade is against enemies with annoying dodge rates, since… y’know… you can’t dodge an explosion.

#replies #murdrowned #famas #thank you for the ask!! this was super fun

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