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NEW PFP WHO DIS? And some sona art for funzies. 💖✨🌈

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website are we fuckin with the 9:20pm symmetrical as fuck burg?

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SIGHHHHHHHHHH…

…*opens a fresh word document*

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youtube finally showing me the content I want to see

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happenstance cuddling w sova ??? :D idk i just love fluff that isn’t established relationship it this different 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

ps. i luv ur fics <3

i might be in the established relationship fluff corner but i can still appreciate!!! here's a little drabble <3 also, thank you

Sova/Reader - Lean On Me

Sova knew exhaustion when he saw it.

He himself had been in its grasp an innumerable amount of times, in between the seemingly endless recon missions and late-night paperworking he'd always be doing, so he knew the signs.

And, well... you weren't exactly trying to hide it from him, either.

You all but stumbled onto the drop-ship after an especially gruelling mission, limbs floppy and eyes shutting even as you shucked off your protective gear and checked yourself for wounds. You even yawned in reply to Phoenix as you walked over to your seat.

Your seat next to Sova.

And as he sat next to you, the gentle sway of the ship and the hum of its engines must've had a calming effect on you, because you'd fallen asleep right next to him.

Sova was an affectionate man. He gave out endless head pats and hugs and congratulations to his teammates, you especially. And maybe what he was about to do could be passed off as simple platonic affection, but deep down, he knew that wasn't the case.

He gently looped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, your head dropping to lay on his chest, and he drew his legs closer to yours until your thighs were touching.

Sova held you gently, his breathing slowing to match yours.

It was peaceful, in a way. You had the cutest sleeping face to him, and he just couldn't stand seeing you all hunched over and uncomfortable.

Absentmindedly, he carded a hand through your hair. His distracted eyes missed the little smile that flickered across your face.

He held you like that all the way back to base.

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as an archer I, I just wanna steal Sova’s bow. I would just like to request reader just suddenly flexing archery talent for Sova. Only if you want to of course!

ohohohho yes, good concept. here is your food

Sova/Archer!Reader - HCs!

- I feel like he would love this.

- it just gives him more reasons to like you!!! You both have a skill that you enjoy

- to the actual reveal though, it would be during training

- he’d be practicing his aim most likely (not that he needs it, but he doesn’t want to become complacent y’know) when you rock up next to him like “hey. Can I try?”

- and usually, his answer would be a firm “no.” But you’re a special case, and he cares for you. So with a little smile, he hands his bow to you.

- and FLEXING ENSUES

- the various training targets and dummies are decimated with arrows, you even put a bit of flair in by closing your eyes for a few. Think a Merida from Disney’s Brave moment.

- needless to say, he is shocked, but if anything he likes you even more.

- “Where’d you learn to shoot like that?”

- You grinned, handing the bow back to him, “I have my ways.”

- the other agents would take notice. Phoenix and Yoru would tease Sova about it, Jett would start asking for her turn, it’d be a bit of a clusterfuck but that’s alright by Sova.

- after, he asked brim if it’s possible for you to get your own bow. He was happy to have a training partner, he said.

- really, it was to spend time with you, and share in a skill you both love. But he didn’t tell brim that ;)

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what about an SO who loves having their hair played with AND playing with sovas hair 🤔 power couple

GOD I JUST WANT TO PLAY WITH HIS HAIR SO BAD. GOD. OUGH.

Sova/Reader - Braid Me

You with His

He was completely relaxed, the book he’d been reading long discarded. Your fingers moved with deft precision, sectioning and intertwining his hair for him. He felt your fingers scratch his scalp and the back of his neck every so often.

This was heaven for Sova. You, the one he loves, sitting with him, gentle hands in his hair. He was almost purring with delight, eyes closed and mouth pulled into the most content smile.

Plaiting his hair was always pleasant; it was soft, he took good care of it, and it smelled vaguely of his shampoo when you nuzzled your face into it. He made the happiest little hums, too, mumbling sweet nothings in English and Russian as you worked.

“Thank you, moya lyubov,” he mumbled, admiring your finished braid, “you are too good to me.”

Him with Yours

When cuddling, Sova always seemed to have a hand in your hair. Scratching the little hairs at the base of your neck, twirling longer strands between his fingers or carding his hand through the whole of it, he was always touching it in some way.

He said he liked the smell, too. (If applicable, the two of you would probably end up using the same shampoo at some point.) often, he buries his face in it as well, nuzzling into you with a smile.

Since he’s quite tall, usually he cannot reach your forehead for kisses when standing, so sometimes he kisses the top of your head instead. He will often take that opportunity for more hair touching.

If your hair is long enough to braid, he will do yours too. If not, he would teach you so you could do his. Additionally for shorter haired people, he gives lots of affection head pats and hair ruffles!

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some jinx fanart i did for a friend :)