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revelboo · 2 months ago

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Everything Is Alright Megatron is so long suffering sgdjdbdjd i swear at every turn hes kinda like "nevertheless we prevail!" and then some New Shit happens. First he finds out is SiC wants him dead which like isnt NEWS but also like. God when he found that out that must have sucked. Then he found out all the STUPID TODDLERS he apparently has for an army have been going around kidnapping themself some local fauna as pets and hes just like that poor teacher on the fieldtrip like "Class. Class please put the frogs back. PLEASE put the frogs back." and then hes like Fine. Whatever. Keep your pets. and then he finds out his BESTIE is keeping secrets bc hes SHARING a pet with Starscream AND theyre fucking it and hes just like "im going to lose it. im gonna snap. Is this what a stroke feels like??? oh my primus" and THEN he starts catching feelings and hes like "god damn these things are strong with their pheromones" only to be told thats NOT the case and hes just realizing Oh No Im Catching Feelings. And them the object of his affections almost dies, and while reviving it, they get him pregnant LIKE. HES THE ONLY ONE THAT HASNT BANGED THIS HUMAN AND YET HE GOT KNOCKED UP!! And they do it by PASSING their pregancy to him so now HES the Very Disappointed Sire Of Starscream's Sparkling and like. God. Bestie if you weren't preggers Id be giving you wine because oh my god. He's going to like. Handle whatever with Dumbscream and Soundwang and The Alien That Knocked Him Up and then kick em all out so he can have a stressed out "stare at the wall for two hours" moment. God he could have a nuclear level crashout and honestly I'd be like "He deserves this, let it rock, king". I have a meltdown if all the spoons in the house are dirty and I just made myself some ceral like. Babygirl you are so powerful but you do not need to be, indulge in a little meltdown. You're surrounded by clownery and you are but a single ringleader.

It may be the fever, but I saw this and can’t stop wheezing. Yeah, I really have to make up for all the BS I’ve subjected them all to at some point. It will get better. I mean Star and Megs are still going to hate each other, they’re just locked into a permanent stalemate now because they’re fully bonded to the same human.

18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️ Future spoilers, I suppose

Everything Is Alright Various Scene Snippets

Megatron

• Servos sliding lazily along your spine before sinking into your hair to cup the back of your head, you make a little noise where you’re sprawled on top of him sleeping. Venting against you to make you yawn and squint up at him. “Five more minutes,” you mumble, cheek against him as you clumsily swat at his hand. Swallowing a laugh, he hooks a servo under your chin to lift it until you give up and splay your little hands on him, pushing up with a little noise.

• Shivering when you realize he’s still inside you, his lips twist into that smug, little smile of his as his servos curl loosely around your throat. “After what you did to me, you think you get to make demands?” He asks and you sigh. Because he’s never letting you live down the fact that you’d sparked him. With Star’s sparkling. “You should be apologizing.” His other big hand grips your hip, those red optics lazily drifting over you when the hand around your neck shifts so his servo can brush your bottom lip.

• Little teeth nip him, before you capture the tip of his servo in that wet mouth, sucking on him as you roll your hips. Optics half shuttered, he vents as you sit up on him, moving against him. Making him remember the way you’d apologized the first time. Looking up at him from between his spread thighs, little, soft fingers stroking his spike before you’d bent over him, mouth moving on him. Servos on your hip flexing as you lift up and then ease down, little tongue sliding against his servo. Groaning as your wet heat grips his spike.

• Sucking on his servo as you roll your hips, feeling his spike stretching and filling you and those optics stare up at you. Content to let you have your way for now. Because this side of him? It’s only yours. Not even Soundwave gets to see those rare, genuine smiles of his. Those are only for you.

Soundwave

• “My sparkling will have a Seeker protoform!” Grimacing, you curl into your blanket hidden inside Soundwave’s cassette compartment. You can still hear Megatron and Starscream arguing, though. Megatron’s deep, rumbling voice too low for you to understand, but you have no doubt he’s goading Star on purpose. You’d already told the warlord the spark is Star’s. He’s just carrying it as messed up as it is. Hear Soundwave rumble around you and feel when he starts walking, apparently deciding this argument isn’t his problem. Even though you probably need to ask to be let out so you can talk Star down instead of allowing Megatron to pick at him.

• Servos pressed over the closed door to his cassette compartment as he leaves Starscream and Megatron to their squabble since it has nothing to do with him. And he knows you’ve already made it clear to Megatron the spark is Star’s and that the Seeker will get his way. He’d swear his old friend just enjoys provoking the SIC. Going about his duties, he’s reassured by the feel of you hidden away and safe within him. Knowing that sooner or later he’ll need to tell the other two that he’d figure out that you can be sparked again since Megatron had taken Star’s sparkling. That he’d sparked you again with his when he’d fully bonded you. It’s not like they haven’t noticed he’s been keeping you inside his cassette compartment where he can better protect you and his young lately, they just haven’t put it together since they’re too busy squabbling with each other. And that’s fine, it gives him more time with you.

Starscream

• “It’s going to be a Seeker,” you reassure him, cupping his face in your hands to press a kiss against his helm. And he shifts against you, cheek brushing yours. “Just like you.” Because it honestly doesn’t matter to you as long as the spark can be transferred safely to the protoform. Know that that spark is still smaller than it should be and that the protoform will be small to accommodate it. That it’ll grow and change with the sparkling, but its base form will be decided at creation. Even though Soundwave had hinted that just because it was a Seeker frame, didn’t mean they couldn’t be surprised down the road. Because you’re never going to hear the end of it if the kid starts favoring Megatron later on.

• Just like him? Why does that almost scare him? Because he’d hated his own carrier. And he’s scared of screwing this up. Of not being able to do this. Lips brushing yours, he tangles his servos in your hair. Because there’s so much he’s worried about, how small and helpless the sparkling will be at first. But he wants this, wants family and home and future, even if it’s all gone sideways and isn’t quite what he’d imagined. Grudgingly finding a new Trine he didn’t even want, bonded to you and through you to Megatron and Soundwave. Knowing that between the three of them, you and his sparkling will be the most fiercely protected beings on Earth. That no threat will come anywhere near his family. And he still hates Megatron, resents him and can never forgive him, but they’re trapped in an unwilling truce because of you.

#transformers x reader #starscream x reader #soundwave x reader #megatron x reader #megatron #starscream #soundwave

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moonstruckme · 1 year ago

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Omg Mae more Spence please!! I love him ❤️❤️ what about the team is out at the bar after a case and some guy is flirting with reader and not taking no for an answer and spencer steps in even tho it’s out of character for him bc he’s so so jealous

Thanks for requesting :)

cw: minor assault, fictional confirmation that most guys are douchebags

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ♡ 926 words

“Right,” JJ says, “so Henry had actually been trying to say ‘fork,’ but of course everyone heard ‘fuck.’”

You double over, laughter bubbling to the surface even easier than usual with the help of the couple of drinks you’ve had. Garcia has far surpassed you, tears leaking from her eyes as Morgan all but holds her upright.

“And Will’s mom was…” JJ shakes her head with a smile, taking a sip of her drink. “Well, she was pretty upset. She accused Will of using that language around Henry, because she said he’s always had a potty mouth.”

“Will?” Garcia cackles. “Our sweet southern beaux? There’s no way.”

“I don’t know,” Emily muses. “I can see it. But he wouldn’t do it around Henry, for sure.”

“Actually,” Spencer pipes up, “studies show that many children pick up swear words regardless of their parents’ usage. Even if they don’t know what they mean, most have a vocabulary of thirty to forty offensive words by the time they start school.”

The humor drains from JJ’s face. “Like, kindergarten?”

“Sometimes earlier,” Spencer says, before seeming to realize JJ finds these facts more alarming than fascinating. “I’m sure Henry will have a higher vocabulary than that by the time he gets to that age, though.” he adds hastily. “Probably won’t even need to resort to swear words.” You grin at him, laying your head on his shoulder consolingly. You might not have done it if you were completely sober, but right now it feels like the most natural thing in the world, and Spencer only tenses for a second before relaxing.

It’s Garcia who notices first, stiffening and straightening in her seat, but Hotch is the one to ask, “Can we help you?”

“I think so,” drawls a voice from behind you. “You can give me your friend’s number.”

You turn, finding yourself too close to the man standing with his hand presumptuously on the back of your chair and grinning like your agreement is a done deal.

“Thanks,” you say, not unkindly, “but I’m not looking for anything.”

The man tilts his head as if to say come on. “But don’t you just love when you find it anyways?”

“I’m here with my friends.”

“And I’m not asking you to leave them.” He moves his hand to your shoulder, undeterred when you lean away. “Just give me your number, and next time you can be here with me.”

“She said she’s not interested.” Emily’s voice is hard. If this guy weren’t so unpleasant, you’d be impressed that he’s still here, with your whole team staring daggers at him.

The douchebag only smiles. “She didn’t say that, though. Did you, sweetheart?”

Your blood runs hot at his disregard of Emily. A man like this, you know—the assertive, overly masculine type—can be dangerous to piss off. But so can you. “I’m not," you say, finally letting the disgust you’ve been holding back seep into your voice. “Leave us alone.”

Anger sparks in the man’s eyes, just like you knew it would. You don’t expect your gaze looks much different. His grip on your shoulder tightens as he gets in your face, close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his breath. “I know you don’t mean that.”

You tense, ready to shake him off you and drag him back to whatever musty corner of the bar he’d come from, but Spencer beats you to it.

“Okay, that’s enough,” he says, prying the fingers from your shoulder. You stand, a protective instinct moving you in front of Spencer, but he pushes past you, badge outheld. “FBI. Do you really wanna pursue this? Because if so, I’ll have no problem cuffing you and explaining it to the local police.”

The guy makes like he’s going to dart for you again, but Spencer steps in his way, pushing him back with a hand on his shoulder. His voice is quiet but clear. “Do not touch her.”

“Fuck off,” the guy shakes Spencer’s hand off, stalking away. He’s drunker than you thought, wobbling his way back to the bar.

“Spence,” you say, taking his hand as though mere contact with the man’s shoulder could hurt it. “You didn’t have to do that, I could have handled it.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” he replies, pulling back the collar of your shirt distractedly. His fingers skim over tender skin, and you look down to find your shoulder is red where the man had gripped it. It’ll probably be a bruise tomorrow. Spencer’s eyes darken. “I can still arrest him. That’s assault.”

“It’s fine.” You move your shirt back into place, pulling him back to your seats. “I’m fine, really. Sorry about the scene, guys.”

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” Hotch says severely, still eyeing the man from across the room.

Morgan lets out a low whistle, relaxing back into his seat. “Way to go, wonder boy. Got a little jealous there, did we?”

Spencer lets out a little laugh, though it sounds more strained than usual. “I just did what all of us wanted to do.”

“Agreed,” Emily says gruffly, toasting with her beer. “I thought I was going to have to go all the way around the table to kick that guy’s ass.”

You laugh. “I appreciate the support, but I can take care of myself, you know.” You adjust your collar self-consciously, and as soon as you drop your hand back to your lap, Spencer’s taking it in his under the table.

“Yeah,” he says casually, thumb stroking soothingly at your wrist. “We know.”

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid scenario #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fandom

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lady06reaper · 1 year ago

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Viking x Sweetheart reader. Who on the outside is a big sweetheart who wouldn't hurt a fly. Said Viking got her from a village.

Only when alone with her husband does she cuss like a sailor and scream when she wants to. Just a overall temper (Viking finds it hot tho-)

She also acts like this around her kids (if she has any) and her kids are absolutely flabbergasted to see how their mom acts outside of home. Often getting secretly slapped upside the head when they say something smart only to realize no one saw it.

- Marshmellow (bit of a crackfic lol)

ya know, this the OPPOSITE of me, I'll cuss anytime, it's only when I'm alone I'm a total "sweetheart"

NSFW lines are slashed, the rest is SFW besides the cussing

HOW THE RAGNARSONS REACT TO YOU HAVING THE MOUTH OF A SAILOR

Bjorn wouldn't know it was coming, you were the sweet and doting wife, helping neighbors and playing with the local children

Your were a delicate flower in his eyes, but he knew you could hold your own when need be

Until you came home and slammed your dagger into the table where he was eating

"That mother fucking no tits asshole of a cunt! Who the hell does she think she is?! Talking about my damn husband in that fucking manner!"

his hand stopped mid path to his opened mouth, his eyebrows rose away from his widened eyes

did he hear that correctly? or was the mead taking effect already?

he stayed like that for a few moments until you snapped at him to say something

"Your mouth, where'd you learn to talk like that?"

little to Bjorns knowledge, you had always had that vocabulary, it just only came out when you were pissed

not to mention you prefer to keep the innocent facade up in public, but that doesn't you can't flip the switch if you get pushed more than what you did that day

More occurrences like this happened, though he was prepared to just let you go and cool off

that doesn't mean he didn't help you let out your frustrations with sex either

Now he knew that this delicate flower of his was poisonous

Ubbe had a feeling that that mouth of yours was dirty, he just never witnessed it

unless you were going down on him

the feeling stayed dormant for the longest time, until he came home to the long house turned upside down

furniture was strewn across from its original places, some were broken too

You were sitting on the throne throwing daggers at a table you had propped up on its side, cussing every time the enlarged knives left your hands

"That *thud* little dicked *thud* no balls *thud* bastard child *thud* of a fucking merchant! *thud*"

he now knew his feeling was right, as they normally were

he was grateful you ran out of daggers when he reached you, or otherwise he feared one would end up in him

he didn't need no explanation, he knew that the merchant you were lewdly referring to must've tried something on you to woo you away from him, it wasn't the first time, but you were so sweet in public that you didn't want to ruin your public look by cussing the man out in public

no words were spoken as he picked you up bridal style and carried you over to the bathtub where you and Ubbe would share a relaxing soak

Ivar knew from the start that you had a mouth, there was no way you were as innocent as you portrayed

there was always two sides to sword, he just hasn't seen your sharper, more deadlier side

until he about took your blade to his throat when he approached you in the woods while you were hacking a tree with your sword

"What's the matter my dove?" Ivar cocked his head to the side.

"That god damn fish fucking tree humping shit eating whore of woman your brother keeps closely by his side! Bitch tried to say my form was wrong during training!"

and there was your sharper edge

Ivar never understood why you kept this side hidden, especially from him

he figured it was a threat to everyone to have your meaner side out in public, and keep your softer side for him only

but Ivar wasn't you, you preferred to keep this side a secret incase you truly needed it

he thought it was hot watching those profanities drip from your mouth

like his cum did last night when you two were fucking

but, I also know that if he encouraged the sailor talk he would also receive it too, which would most likely turn into a battle of who can come up with the worst names

he liked the fiery side of you and wished you would show it more often

the villagers did not as they heard every cuss word that came out of your mouth, including the whore

#vikings #vikings x reader #bjorn ironside x reader #bjorn ironside #ubbe x reader #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar the boneless x reader #ivar the boneless

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7ndipity · 5 months ago

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Their S/o Is A Writer

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How the members would be with an s/o who is a writer/author

Warnings: none

A/N: Thanks to the two lovely anons who requested this! I hope y’all like it!

Masterlist

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Jin: He would be super supportive, always find sneaky ways to promote your book like having it conveniently placed in the background of selfies. Tho he’d also be half jokingly convinced that every new character is somehow based on him. “Ooh, this guy’s really interesting, and handsome, what’s his deal?” *wiggles eyebrows knowingly* They’re not based on him, but he keeps trying(the one that is tho, he hasn’t asked about yet, lol)

Yoongi: I think he would really admire you being a writer, but he would also try to respect your creative privacy, similar to how he is with the other members' projects. He’ll read it when it’s finished, that’s how it’s supposed to work. But truthfully, he’s also not-so-secretly thrilled and touched whenever you ask for his feedback or opinion on whatever you’re working on.

Hobi: He would be such a huge supporter of your work! He would read and promote everything you release, even sometimes begging to read your wips, even if they’re still in the nonsense, first draft phase(or as I call them, hell drafts). He might worry about you sometimes if you’re overly focused on a project, taking up the task and making sure you’re getting enough rest and looking after yourself.

Namjoon: He would be so in love with the fact that you’re a writer! He’s an avid reader and would be so happy with being able to watch you bring each new story to life, always ready and willing to beta read anything or give advice if you need him. He makes a point to go to local bookstores to buy your books when they’re released(maybe even trying to go incognito to attend your book signings, hehe)

Jimin: He honestly thinks you’re a genius, it doesn’t matter the genre or how many books you write, he’s always in total awe, tho I think he might struggle at times with your need for so much time on your own to work. But he would find little ways to help and spend time with you, basically becoming your assistant and making sure you have whatever you need; bringing you coffee, making sure you’ve eaten and move around every couple hours.

Taehyung: He really admires your work and loves getting to help out in any way he can, whether that's helping act out scenes with you to test the flow of everything, or just making sure you have a quiet space to focus. He’s the type to surprise you with little weekend getaways to help you recharge and give you a change of scenery to work through any writer's block or issues you might be having.

Jungkook: He would get soo invested in your characters, wanting to know every little detail about them and mourning every misfortune that befalls them. I’m talking calling you up at 3 am, outraged like “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THEM BREAK UP?! THEY WERE PERFECT TOGETHER!!” Fr tho, he would love your mind and creativity, and would tell you so as often as you’d let him(possibly while trying to get spoilers for the next book in the series, but-)

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @feminympho @classicalelephant @dfqcsqueen @mother2monsters @comingupwithacoolnameishard @bo0ghol @universal-travel-er @k4ngelz

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zhng96 · 2 years ago

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𝐁𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 — zb1

↳ pairing: ot9!zb1 x gn!reader

↳ warning: fluff for those w a sweet tooth <3

— 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐈𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆

↳ moving you by your waist

- sidewalk rule is something HE LIVES BY

- when you’re blocking his way he’ll gently just grab your waist and beckon you to move UGH

- he is so boyfriend i will die

- he lives for the flustered look on your face EVERY TIME HE DOES IT

- you swear you will never get used to it

- you are walking on the side closer to the street? NOT GNNA HAPPEN UNDER HIS WATCH!

- you’re a little too close to a high ledge? NOT UNDER HIS WATCH

- you’re a little lost?? he’ll guide you by gently pushing you by the waist EHEHEHHE

- got me giggling n all..

(rest of the members under the cut!)

— 𝐙𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐎

↳ is constantly taking candid pictures of you :(( (he has a whole album he organized once a week on his phone)

- he wishes he could inject your reaction tho finding out every time he takes a picture

- he finds you so endearing istg

- he will purposely turn his ringer on so you can hear the camera snap

- sometimes he already awaits your reaction to the first snap so he takes a picture while your eyes are wide in realization

- he treasures it forever (it’s his lockscreen)

- i can imagine you guys being on face time while you are getting ready for the day and he just does the face time screen shot thing

- hes so boyfriend im afraid 😣😣 (pt2)

— 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍

↳ always takes one flower from the bouquets he buys you to know when to buy you a new one

- we need more hanbins in the world 💔💔

- this man buys you a bouquet without you even asking he is literal perfection

- he sets the one flower on his window sill and always makes sure to check it everyday before leaving for work to know if he has to buy you a new one or not </3

- the first time he did it he texted you “hey since the last bouquet died do u prefer lilies or peonies?”

- you went feral LIKE HOW DID HE KNOW??!!

- and then when you went over to his house one day you saw a flower similar to the ones in your bouquet and you connected the dots

- he goes to the same flower shop every time too

- he goes to a locally managed one!! he thinks the flowers are prettier there than at any supermarket

- the old lady who runs the store is basically his second mother and told him to bring you so you two could meet

- he is so boyfriend it is actually crazy (pt3)

— 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖

↳ buys everything that reminds him of you

- he is so adorable

- he’s out with his friends and he finds a plushie that resembles you?? yeah he’ll buy it

- some times he gifts them to you but sometimes he’ll keep it

- when you ask him about it he’ll be like “oh it made me think of you!”

- one time you noticed a cute plushie in the backseat of his car and you asked him where and why he bought it

- he said “it reminds me of you! that way every time im driving it feels like you’re with me :)”

- you melt EVERYTIME

- HE IS SO BOYFRIEND (pt4)

- you guys build a ikea shelf for your room solely used for displaying matthew’s trinkets he bought thinking of you :(

- he says its the yn museum LOLL

— 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐄

↳ constantly bumps into you as you walk

- it sounds annoying but it’s actually really endearing :(

- times he can’t hug you he’ll touch you by teasing and bumping into you

- he’s also distracted and just so comfortable and immersed in your conversation that he can’t walk straight

- (but he doesn’t tell you that)

- sometimes he almost pushes the both of you off the side walk LOL

- he finds moments where being playful but also being close to you are his favourite memories

- sometime when you get tired of it you just hold his hand which suddenly makes him stop hehe

- he just wants to be close to you is all

- and tease you <33

- boyfriend coded (pt5)

— 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐑𝐔𝐈

↳ sets food on your plate whenever you eat out

- AHHH THIS MAKES ME SMILE SO HARD

- i feel like hes not the most openly affectionate person,,, like he shies away from pda n all that

- so instead he shows his love through his actions!!!

- you guys are out eating at a kbbq place and hes just placing some meat or rice on your plate </3

- he’s so attentive w/ it too like when he notices the pile is slowly getting smaller, he takes more off of the grill and sets it on your plate :(((

- when you take notice he smiles, places more and goes “here you go” AHHHH

- once u got to the last piece on your pile its tradition to feed it to him :))

- he happily accepts

- he’s so lovely :((

- and so boyfriend </3 (pt6)

— 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐍

↳ touching you with his cold hands

- LIVES for harmless teasing

- he’ll take his hands and cup your cheeks with them :((

- he loves the squeal and the cute little face you make :((

- HE JUST LOVES YOU!!!

- sometimes you guys are cuddling in bed and he’ll put his hands under your shirt and rest them on your stomach

- you squeal again which = happy happy gyuvin

- he always apologizes w kisses afterward tho :)

- now you are both happy

- GAWD HE IS SO BOYFRIEND (pt7)

— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐊

↳ whenever you ask for one of his hoodies, he sprays a fresh spritz of his cologne on it

- he likes any opportunity to give you his hoodies :))

- he acts like he doesn’t see you basking in the cologne the hoodie absorbed the first few times he gives you his hoodie

- so now he makes sure to give it an extra spray before giving it to you :))

- he’s considered buying you the cologne as a gift once actually

- but he likes the feeling of keeping the secret that he knows how much you like the scent so he decides against it :)

- he likes seeing your smile every time you put one of his hoodies on not knowing he was admiring hehe

- bf coded (pt8)

— 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐍

↳ compares you to cute and funny animal pictures

- im tempted to make a seperate imagine for this its just so cute

- you’ll just be going about your day and he’ll text you

- he’ll just send the picture of an animal and say “you :)”

- you ask him to elaborate (he has picsart downloaded just for this moment) so he sends a collage of a picture of you resembling the actions or face the animal makes

- he is so cuteness i will die

- when you guys are hanging out he’ll take it phone screen and open up a picture of an animal and hold the screen right next to you face

- he inspects it like he’s an artist and just giggles

- you live for it tho

- oh can’t forget about the times he would ask you to do a pose and you comply reluctantly and he takes a picture and adds it to his collection of pictures that resemble an animal :)

- yea he has an entire album on his camera roll

navi. mlist.

#. . . 🖋️ zhng’s prose #zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 fluff #zb1 imagine #zerobaseone #zerobaseone x reader #ki gyuvin x reader #gyuvin x reader #han yujin x reader #zhanghao x reader #sung hanbin x reader #kim jiwoong x reader #shen quanrui x reader #park gunwook x reader #gunwook x reader #kim taerae x reader #taerae x reader #seok matthew x reader

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justarkive · 3 days ago

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TABLE 3 | JJK ch13

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

Before Jungkook enlists in the military, his life takes an unexpected turn when he visits a local restaurant with friends and meets a waitress who doesn’t recognize him. Surprised by your lack of star-struck reaction, Jungkook finds himself drawn to your down-to-earth nature, especially his previous struggles with the pressure of constant drama on social media regarding his relationships. Little do you know, Jungkook is about to leave for the military, which inevitably bring’s complications to their connection… do they find a way to fix it?

warnings: profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , mentions of other kpop groups/idols, inner conflict, insecurity.

chapter contents: the concert basically

wc: not that long today guys

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020 @rayyrayy10 @elinaki92 @alana4610

a/n: guys.. shes gonna find out soon prePARE, i have a super freaky chap for ch14 tho heheheh

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The room hums with quiet anticipation, a stark contrast to the electrified chaos beyond the thick pane of blacked out glass separating you from the crowd. The concert hasn’t even started, but the energy is suffocating in the best way—like a tangible thing pressing against your chest, stealing the breath from your lungs.

Thousands of fans sway beneath you, an ocean of bobbing lightsticks glowing like tiny fireflies against the darkened arena. The synchronized chants ripple through the air, vibrating against the walls, the kind of devotion that makes you feel small in the grand scheme of things.

Jungkook’s world.

You take a slow breath, steadying yourself against the weight of it all. From here, you can see everything—the towering stage, the blinking screens, the way the crowd moves as one, like a living, breathing organism fueled by a collective love for one man.

A man you just spent the last hour tangled up with in his dressing room.

Your cheeks burn at the thought.

“Ugh, when is he coming out?” Nari groans beside you, bouncing on the balls of her feet like a kid hyped up on sugar. “I need to mentally prepare. What if he starts with a sexy song? What if he winks at a camera? What if—”

She gasps, gripping your arm with enough force to cut off circulation.

“Oh my god, what if he makes eye contact with us? I’d simply pass away.”

You snort, peeling her off you. “From this distance? That’d be impressive.”

“I’d know. I’d feel it.”

Before you can tease her further, the venue plunges into complete darkness.

And then—

The first note hits.

Standing Next To You.

The bass shakes the floor beneath you, reverberating through your bones like a thunderous heartbeat. A collective scream tears through the arena, the kind that drowns out every rational thought, that makes your pulse stutter in your veins.

Then the stage erupts in light.

And there he is.

Jungkook steps onto the platform like he was made for it, like every inch of him belongs under this spotlight, in front of this roaring crowd. Dressed in the same outfit from earlier, just less… disheveled, his silhouette is sharp against the flashing strobes, the effortless way he commands attention sending a shiver down your spine. His voice cuts through the speakers—low, powerful, intoxicating.

You forget to breathe.

Nari? Nari is losing her mind.

She grips your wrist so tightly you think she might actually dislocate it, but you barely register the pain because Jungkook is right there, moving with a grace that should be illegal, his body fluid like water as he sinks into the choreography. Every step, every shift of his weight, is calculated perfection.

“Oh my god,” Nari wheezes. “He’s so hot.”

You don’t respond. You can’t.

Because somewhere between the flashing lights and the deafening cheers, you forget yourself.

Forget that you were supposed to record. Forget that you were supposed to take mental notes for later teasing.

You just… watch him.

Completely enthralled, completely immersed, like you’re seeing him for the first time.

It’s different like this. Seeing him on stage, watching him slip so effortlessly into the version of himself that belongs to the world. This is the Jungkook that people scream for, the Jungkook that trends online, the Jungkook that fills entire stadiums.

And yet—

The way he smiles, the way his eyes crinkle just slightly when the crowd sings back to him, the way he playfully flicks his mic cord during a dance break—it’s still him.

Still the same Jungkook who sends you voice notes about tripping over speakers. Still the same Jungkook who steals bites of your food when he thinks you’re not looking.

Your stomach twists at the realization.

You don’t get much time to dwell on it because Jungkook disappears off stage for a quick outfit change, and Nari immediately collapses against the couch like she’s been through battle.

“I’m sweating,” she pants, fanning herself. “This is illegal. He needs to be stopped.”

You scoff. “You literally went silent when he performed that ballad.”

She glares at you, pointing an accusatory finger. “That’s because I didn’t know the song. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I just had to stand there and pretend to be emotionally moved.”

You bark out a laugh. “You should be emotionally moved. It was beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes, throwing a popcorn kernel at you.

Before you can retaliate, the stage lights up again, and Jungkook reemerges in a completely different outfit.

Nari nearly falls off the couch.

It’s a simple fit—loose jeans, a white top that clings to his torso in all the right ways, and leather jacket- but somehow, it makes things worse. He’s glowing, his skin dewy from exertion, his hair slightly damp, the sheer confidence in his posture making it clear that he knows exactly what he��s doing to everyone watching.

“Yeah,” Nari breathes. “I’m not making it out of this alive.”

Neither are you.

He performs a few more songs, each one sending the audience into a frenzy, until finally—

The final set.

Magic Shop.

Jungkook steps down onto the floor around the pit, close enough to the fans in the pit that they could reach out and touch him. The screams become deafening, a high-pitched, overwhelming wave of emotion, and for a moment, you just watch.

Watch as he takes his time moving through the crowd, stopping to interact, accepting gifts, sending playful winks and waves while singing. He’s happy. You can see it in the way his face lights up, in the way he soaks in their love like it’s the very thing keeping him breathing.

And suddenly—

You get it.

You understand why he loves this, why he never lets the pressure crush him. Because this isn’t just a performance. This is connection.

A give and take of energy, of passion, of something bigger than all of you combined.

Jungkook lifts his mic to his lips.

“Sing with me.”

And the crowd does.

The sound of thousands of voices blending together fills the air, echoing through every corner of the venue. It’s overwhelming, almost surreal, the way they know every word, every beat.

Even Nari, who fumbled through the last ballad, belts this one like she’s been rehearsing for months.

You laugh softly, nudging her. “I see you.”

She huffs, clutching her chest dramatically. “Bitch this is Magic Shop, how do you not sing?!”

The song swells, reaching its climax, and Jungkook closes his eyes as he sings the last note. The lights dim, the final echoes of the melody lingering in the air before everything fades to black.

Silence.

And then—

The arena erupts.

A deafening explosion of applause, of screams, of pure, unfiltered love.

Jungkook just stands there, taking it all in. From your seat, you can see the way his chest rises and falls, how his fingers curl slightly at his sides, like he’s grounding himself in the moment.

And then, slowly, he tilts his head back.

And smiles.

Not the polished, camera-ready smile.

A real one.

One just for himself.

One that makes your heart ache in a way you don’t quite understand.

And for the first time, you realize—

You’re in trouble.

Big, big trouble.

Because you’re falling hard.

And you don’t think there’s any stopping it now.

Jungkook’s still on stage.

The music has faded, the last echoes of his final song swallowed by the deafening cheers, but he refuses to leave just yet.

Instead, he lingers, mic in hand, sweaty and out of breath, flashing that stupid, heart-stopping smile as he waves to the crowd again. And again. And again.

The fans lose their minds every time.

Nari groans beside you, flopping dramatically against the couch. “Bro. This is the longest goodbye of my life. It’s like watching my aunt say ‘we should get going’ and then proceed to stand at the front door for another thirty minutes.”

You roll your eyes, but your lips curl at the edges because… she’s not exactly wrong.

Jungkook paces from one end of the stage to the other, bowing, blowing kisses, throwing finger hearts—every single thing making the crowd scream like it’s the first time they’ve ever seen him move. And he soaks it in, grinning like a kid who just got told he could stay up past bedtime.

And you?

You find it endearing.

It’s one thing to watch clips online, to see the carefully edited, polished versions of his concerts, but to witness it live—to see how much he loves this, how much love he’s getting in return—it’s something else entirely.

He’s not just an idol.

He’s someone’s comfort, someone’s safe place, someone’s everything.

And, god, the effort they put into these concerts? The sheer detail?

Right on cue, fireworks explode into the night sky.

Bright, dazzling bursts of color rain down over the stage, perfectly timed with the last note of the outro music. The stadium lights shift into a golden glow, casting everything in a dreamlike haze. Fans hold up their lightsticks in sync, the entire crowd moving like waves, still chanting his name even as the show officially comes to a close.

It’s beautiful.

Breathtaking.

And then—

“Oh my god.”

You turn just in time to see Nari clutching her chest like she’s having a religious awakening.

“Bitch.” She grabs your arm. “We just saw that for FREE.”

You blink. “…Yeah?”

“For FREE, Y/N.” She looks at you, eyes wild with disbelief. “We got to see all of that, for free.”

You snort. “I mean, yeah, but—”

“You better give him some SLOPPY-”

“NARI, SHUT UP.”

She cackles, tossing her hair over her shoulder like she didn’t just ruin the profound moment you were having. You smack her arm, but she only giggles harder, running her fingers through her hair as she checks her reflection in her phone camera.

Meanwhile, you glance around, taking in the afterglow of it all.

Some fans are crying, clutching their lightsticks like lifelines, wiping their faces as they try to process what they just witnessed. Others are giddy, snapping final pictures, capturing the stage even as the crew starts packing things up. A few linger, unmoving, just existing in the space a little longer, unwilling to let the magic fade just yet.

And you get it.

Because same.

Your phone buzzes in your lap. Then again. And again. And—

You look down.

Jungkook [11:23 PM]: im so fuckin tired

Jungkook [11:23 PM]: im buzzing rn that was so good

Jungkook [11:24 PM]: did u like it??

Jungkook [11:24 PM]: be honest. was i sexy. i need to know

Jungkook [11:24 PM]: are u going home?

Jungkook [11:24 PM]: yk what nvm im sending someone to get u stay where u are

You blink, rereading the messages three times before turning to Nari.

“…He’s sending someone to get us.”

She gasps, slamming her hands on the table. “TAKE ME TO THE AFTERPARTY.”

⸻

A knock at the door breaks through the lull of post-concert exhaustion.

You exhale, grounding yourself in the sudden calmness that has settled over the room. Nari groans beside you, already stretching like she just ran a marathon. The snacks you both devoured—and quite literally, there’s barely a crumb left—are scattered across the low table. You make quick work of cleaning up the mess, wiping your hands and brushing off your outfit before heading to the door.

The second you open it, you’re met with a familiar face.

It’s the same security guard from earlier, the one Jungkook sent to retrieve you before the concert started. His expression remains unreadable, but he gives you a curt nod, stepping aside to let you and Nari follow him.

The walk back feels different this time.

Earlier, there was anticipation, nerves, the surreal weight of being here. Now, after everything you’ve seen, it’s something softer. There’s a strange sense of familiarity settling in your bones, as if you’ve just witnessed something deeply personal, something most people only dream of seeing up close.

The moment you step into the main room, you’re hit with the scent of sweat, cologne, and hairspray.

Jungkook is in the center of it all—shirtless, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as stylists fan him down, dabbing at his skin with towels. He’s drenched, dark hair sticking to his forehead, jaw slack as he tries to catch his breath. There’s a rawness to him like this, something untamed, a stark contrast to the perfectly controlled performer you just saw on stage.

And yet, somehow, he still looks unreal.

Nari, ever the dramatic one, collapses onto the nearest couch with a heavy sigh, already pulling out her phone. She’s probably going through her camera roll, reliving every moment, but you made sure to tell her explicitly not to post anything from the private room or anything with you in it.

She didn’t even argue—just nodded, knowing the risk.

Meanwhile, Jungkook turns, his head snapping in your direction the second he senses you.

And then—

He runs.

You barely have time to process before he’s bounding toward you, eyes wide with excitement, feet light despite what must be sheer exhaustion weighing him down.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks immediately, not even giving you a chance to say hello. “Be honest—was I good? Was I hot? How was the sound? The lighting? Did the crowd energy reach you? Did you—”

“Breathe, Jungkook,” you deadpan, raising a hand to stop his verbal onslaught.

He just grins, out of breath but absolutely buzzing, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight hug.

You stiffen slightly, surprised at the sudden embrace. “You saw me, like, two hours ago.”

He doesn’t let go. “Still missed you.”

Your eyes roll, but your lips twitch despite yourself. “You’re so dramatic.”

And then— The smell hits you.

Thick, heavy, very much post-performance sweat.

You make a face, shoving at his shoulder.

“Gross.” Teasingly.

Jungkook pulls back just enough to smirk at you, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Aw, what? You don’t like it?” He leans in slightly, as if he’s going to purposefully get sweat on you.

You shove him again. “Jungkook.”

He just laughs, rubbing a towel across his face before tossing it to the side like a heathen.

You clear your throat. “So… what are you doing after this?”

At that, his playful energy dims just slightly. He hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck. “Dinner with my dancers.” His voice is casual, but there’s something uncertain in it, like he wants to say more. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips before he finally adds, “I don’t know if—”

He doesn’t finish, but you already know where that sentence is going.

Your stomach sinks a little, but you push past it, offering him a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay,” you say, voice light. “I get it. The risk. Plus…” You nudge his side playfully. “I don’t wanna be a third wheel? or anything.”

Jungkook visibly relaxes at that, his shoulders losing their tension. And then he just… smiles.

Not a teasing one, not a cocky one. Just soft.

Pure.

“Some of them will probably come in soon,” he murmurs, nodding toward the door. “You can meet them.”

You hum in response, but neither of you move.

Instead, you just look at each other.

The noise around you fades—the stylists moving about, Nari typing away on her phone, the distant chatter of crew members wrapping up post-show duties.

None of it matters.

Because Jungkook is standing right in front of you, sweaty and exhausted and beaming, and for some reason, neither of you are looking away.

There’s something lingering between you, something unspoken.

And for the first time tonight, you don’t feel overwhelmed by it.

You just let it be.

——

Jungkook doesn’t get to linger by your side for long.

The moment his stylists return, they descend on him like vultures, tugging him away with an exasperated, “Alright, starboy, time to get some post-show content.”

He groans but doesn’t fight it, allowing them to shuffle him toward the backdrop set up in the corner of the room. He’s swapped his stage clothes for something much more casual—baggy sweatpants, a loose graphic tee, and a beanie pulled low over his damp hair. Even in his most chill fit, he somehow looks effortlessly cool, the kind of cool that should be illegal.

The next few minutes are spent watching him pose with banners, throwing up finger hearts, flashing his usual post-show peace signs. He does a few short videos, thanking the fans, bowing deeply, and even throwing in a goofy little dance that makes the staff laugh.

Meanwhile, you and Nari are just… watching.

“This man is still working,” she mutters, shaking her head. “I would have clocked out the second I left that stage.”

“He loves it,” you murmur, watching as he gives one last playful salute to the camera before waving them off.

Before you can say anything else, the door swings open, and in walk two of his dancers.

You recognize neither of them.

The first is a stocky, shorter guy—Asian, slightly thicker in build, hair damp with sweat. He walks in with the kind of energy that says he’s exhausted but still vibing. The second is tall—a lanky white guy with long hair tied into a ponytail, his sharp features relaxed into an easy, post-performance expression.

Jungkook lights up instantly.

“Yo, bro!” he calls out, throwing an arm up in greeting.

The shorter guy—who you assume must be one of the main dancers, based on the way Jungkook goes straight in for a handshake—daps him up, nodding. “We did great, bro.”

Jungkook grins, his face still slightly flushed from exertion. “You killed it, man.”

The other dancer steps in, clapping Jungkook on the back. There’s a brief interaction—Jungkook grins, gestures something exaggeratedly with his hands, and the guy nods, despite there clearly being a bit of a language barrier.

You have no idea what they’re saying.

But you’re content just watching the scene unfold, seeing Jungkook so effortlessly relaxed with his team, his people. There’s an ease to him here, a natural camaraderie that’s easy to admire.

Eventually, they all settle onto the couch, with Jungkook sprawling comfortably, head tipping back against the cushions.

Meanwhile, you sink back into the seat beside Nari, exhaling as you both fall into an easy conversation. The stylists begin packing up their equipment, quietly chatting among themselves as they wrap up for the night.

The TV mounted on the wall replays some of Jungkook’s performances from earlier, a highlight reel of his best moments—his vocals soaring effortlessly, his footwork precise, his presence larger than life.

It’s different seeing it on screen after experiencing it live.

Nari nudges you. “I still can’t believe we were there for that.”

You shake your head in agreement, gaze glued to the screen as Jungkook’s recorded self executes a particularly clean turn, hair whipping just right, sweat glistening under the stage lights.

Ridiculous.

Time slips by, and before you know it, the room has mostly cleared out.

There are only a few people left now—the last few stragglers of his team winding down, finishing up their tasks.

And then, suddenly—

Jungkook is standing in front of you again.

You blink up at him, caught off guard.

He tilts his head. “How are you getting home?”

Before you can answer, Nari pops up beside you with the biggest yawn.

“Uber,” she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. “I’m so fucking tired.”

Then, as if remembering something, she perks up slightly. “Oh! But, damn, that hotel you booked for us? So fancy. I can’t wait to get into those expensive-ass sheets.”

Jungkook snorts at that, but then his expression softens just slightly.

“Stay safe, okay?” His voice is quieter now, more genuine. “I’ll call you later.”

You nod, offering him a small smile. “Okay.”

But then, suddenly—

He shakes his head. “No, really.”

You blink.

Jungkook’s eyes soften, his voice dipping even lower, sincerity dripping from every word.

“I appreciate you.”

The air shifts.

You open your mouth to say something—anything—but before you can even think, he leans in.

And kisses you. On the lips.

It’s sudden. Warm. Familiar.

And yet—

You’re still flustered. Again.

You should be used to this by now. After everything you’ve done, everything that’s happened, a simple kiss shouldn’t leave you speechless, shouldn’t make your heart trip over itself like it’s never been here before.

And yet, here you are.

Jungkook pulls back with a grin, clearly knowing the effect he has on you, but before you can even glare at him for it, he pulls you into a hug.

It’s brief. Easy. Comfortable.

You swallow past the lump in your throat, before finally stepping back.

You wave toward his dancers in the back, offering a polite, “Bye, guys.”

They nod back, offering their own goodbyes.

And then—

You turn to Nari.

She is shaking.

You don’t even have to ask.

The second you make eye contact, she grabs your arm, barely containing the absolute meltdown brewing inside her.

And yeah.

You get it.

——

Nari is out cold.

It took a whole twenty minutes of her religious skincare routine—each step performed with the precision of a surgeon—but now? Now, she’s sprawled on the bed, wrapped in the fluffiest hotel blanket, snoring like a damn freight train.

You knew she snored, but this?

This is something else.

You stare at her for a moment, lips twitching, before grabbing your phone and hitting record.

A solid fifteen seconds of evidence.

She’s going to hate you in the morning.

Satisfied, you finally drag yourself into the bathroom, exhaustion weighing on you like bricks. The hot shower soothes your aching limbs, washing away the remnants of the concert—the sweat, the lingering scent of stadium air, the gravity of the night.

By the time you crawl into bed, fresh and warm, Nari hasn’t budged an inch.

Still snoring.

You bite your lip, holding back a laugh as you tuck yourself in beside her.

And then, without really thinking, you pull out your phone and search:

Jungkook Golden On Stage live.

The results flood in immediately—clips from fans, fancams from every angle imaginable, highlight reels already edited with filters and slow-mo effects.

You click on one.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re back there.

The music, the lights, the raw energy—it all floods back, wrapping around you like a familiar warmth. Jungkook commands the stage effortlessly, moving with a presence that’s impossible to ignore. It’s him, but at the same time, it’s a version of him that feels untouchable, a version that belongs to everyone.

You scroll through comments.

Some are hyped, in full I just ascended to another realm mode.

But others—

“Still can’t believe I couldn’t go 😭 these ticket prices were crazy.”

“Manifesting tickets for the next one 🙏”

“Some of us will never see this live LMAO pain.”

You pause, staring at the screen.

You don’t feel guilty, exactly.

But something weird settles in your chest.

Because they’re right. The tickets were insane. Some people saved for this. Some couldn’t even dream of going.

And you?

You didn’t do anything to deserve this.

You didn’t fight for tickets, didn’t wait in virtual queues, didn’t earn your place in that crowd.

Jungkook handed it to you on a silver platter.

For free.

You swallow, turning your phone off before you can spiral any further.

You close your eyes, pressing your cheek into the soft pillow, letting out a slow breath.

And then—

A buzz.

Then another.

And another.

You don’t even have to check to know.

Jungkook.

Probably tipsy, probably spamming.

You almost smile.

Almost.

But you’re too tired.

You let your phone buzz in the background, the soft glow lighting up the dark room, while sleep tugs you under.

And the last thing you remember is the faint, lingering warmth in your chest—

Not guilt.

Not doubt.

Just something soft.

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quitealotofsodapop · 3 months ago

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I also mentioned this before in DMs, but I want to point something out.

Wukong gave Macaque a peach popsicle after the fight with Azure. At this point into their relationship, they're only jsut to the point of beginning to reconcile, not quite trusting each other yet, but the first thing Wukong does is give Macaque a peach flavored treat. Is this because he's just extending an olive branch? Did he somehow get his hands on more immortal peaches and made modern treats out of them to make it so they last longer for his friend who needs to regularly invest them to manage his chronic sickness? A little bit of both?

Ref.

Wukong 100% planted a divine peach tree or two on FFM from whatever pits he had left over.

I *love* the idea that when Wukong realised his bestie-turned-rival was alive again, he started thinking of ways to add the Peaches of Immortality to modern day snacks/sweets so Mac wouldn't have to wait potentially months or even centuries for a new dose.

In the lore; the special Life-Extending Peach trees in the Celestial Realm supposedly only fruit every 3,000 years (300 celestial years?), and two other variants that take 6,000 (makes you light as air and youthful) and 9,000 (super boosted first variant) years respectively. This is why so much of the harvest is converted into Peach Wine that the immortals can sup on throughout the orchard's fallow season. And why the Peach Banquet is so important to the Queen Mother. There *is* a possibility that there are other sections of the royal orchard that were planted at different times to make the waits a little shorter tho. Irl peach trees take about 3-4 years to grow to fruiting sizes, so the Immortal Peaches could take a few hundred years to sprout anything on Earth - unless someone crossbred them with local peach trees to shorten the amount of time needed.

Also! Hilarious thing I discovered while looking up peaches; the specific trees Wukong is assigned to as an Peach Orchard Attendant are called "Pan Tao/Coiled Peaches" aka "Doughnut/Saturn Peaches"! My fave variant! Ironically in chinese mythos "Saturn" is an earthquake star god - A Stone/Earth Monkey to look after the Earth God's Peaches.

Wukong seems like the sort of guy to plan way ahead when it comes to his fave fruit. Even as a little monkey I could see him eating a Peach of Immortality and deciding to plant the pit or graft a few sticks onto a FFM tree so those on earth could enjoy them. The grafting (basically Frankenstein-ing a divine peach fruiting branch onto a normal peach tree) in particular would produce a tree with hybrid fruit!

The hybrid fruit could act like a "lower dosage" for Macaque's condition, and still treat him albeit requiring more frequent consumption.

And with Wukong's special interest in medicine and herbalism; why stop there?

He could use the little islands around the archipelago for breeding new variants of peaches and other prunus fruits he can graft on to. He'd be more interested in the medicinal/healing properties than the "makes you live for hundreds of years" part, so he could accidentally make an entirely new breed of Peach that massively boosts physical health/treat rare illnesses, but also be safe for anyone not wanting the burden of living so long.

In Wukong's mind, if he could no longer treat Macaque, then he would help treat he entire world to the medicinal properties once exclusive to the Celestials.

Note: in the events of the AU, Heaven def finds out. Mostly because Wukong accidentally info-dumps during his appointments/check-ins with Lao Tzu + Nezha finds one of the FFM orchards during his bodyguard duty of the monkeys.

Xiwangmu is willing to let the peach theft be bygones IF... Wukong gives her a sapling or two for her personal orchard. The variants he's managed to cultivate are super tasty after all, and Lao Tzu wants one for his own medicinal research.

(We ended up calling them Vitality Peaches in the dms. XD)

Wukong wouldn't stop at making wine from his peach orchard; he'd make jams, desserts, canned peaches, dehydrated jellies, dried peach crisps, persipan/marizpan from the kernels, vitamin gummies, and ofc Popsicles from the juices and pulp. The Brotherhood could have eaten entire dishes made with the stuff and not realised it!

So when he confirms that Macaque is back home for good? He busting out the modern treats. He remembers Macaque not caring for the texture of ripe peaches, so a nice cooling popsicle is an easy thing to pack for the beach party without making it obvious that Wukong wants Mac to start having some again.

If Macaque learns that the peach and plum products he's been eating are in fact medicinal, Wukong can easily bluff and say the shadow monkey's immune system is 1300 years out of date and that he'd rather not have Macaque get super-sick from a modern sniffle.

Macaque secretly thinks the concern is sweet, but he really doesn't like being tricked into taking medicine. Just ask him next time okay Peaches?

Macaque will eventually figure out his condition from some digging around and his own summons to the Underworld to review his Draft Scroll. And he will be pissed that Wukong didn't tell him. Then he will hug him.

I ended up on a peach rabbit-hole while writing this as you can see.

#sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #lmk aus #lmk drafted fate au #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk hcs #lmk theories #jttw theories #jttw aus

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mochamvgz · 2 years ago

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what they would save ur contact as

; i don't think this needs a synopsis? it's all in the title

; ot7 enhypen x reader

; genre: hcs, non idol au, established relationship, fluff

; warnings: slight profanity, miraculous, some members being total simps, being called short by niki

; 0.5k words

; perm taglist: @inkelea @yuerki

heeseung || ramyeon partner🍜💛

the two of you LOVE ramyeon so it's only fitting. your first date, all the way back when you guys were in uni, was having ramyeon at a local convenience store for crying out loud!

and OF COURSE you immediately fished out your phone from your pocket to change his contact to the same

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jay || my pretty girl💐 (in a completely not possesive and absolutely unpatriarchal way!)

if you saw xander hawthorne you're a real one pls marry me

we already know this guy is THE ultimate green flag so this came as a surprise to no one

you and jay are also massive feminists and no sticklers for insecure masculinity hence the parenthesis

when you find out what you're saved as on his phone you can't help but fall in love with your boyfriend all over again

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jake || bugaboo🐞❤️🖤

if you think miraculous is a kids show GET OUTTA HERE

"there's no way you saved me as that"

"why? is there a problem bugaboo?"

without a word you unlock your phone, open ur contacts, scroll down to find his and hold it up in front of him

jake raises his brow at you and directs his attention to your screen, his mouth immediately forming an 'o'

" ‘chat noir’ ? oh my god you're kidding!"

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sunghoon || (name)

the guy first saved your number when you were paired up for a project which was 2 whole years ago mind you and for some reason it just never? occurred? to him? to change it??

of course you're mad when you find out

"seriously hoon?"

"i'm sor-"

"give me your phone"

he complies. you unlock and open his contacts going to ‘favourites’, clicking on your contact which is at the top of the list duh

you change your contact name from ‘(name)’ to ‘the love of my life💘’ and hand his phone back. he raises his brows when he sees what you did but doesn't say anything because it's true

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

sunoo || QWEEN🙌👑

"YES!!! GO QUEEN!!!"

you guys were hanging out at his place one day, all snuggled up watching a movie and the female lead just did something super badass making you jump up

sunoo doesn't waste a moment grabbing the opportunity

"but you're my queen"

you're surprised at the abruptness of the compliment but try to appear more ‘seriously dude?’ rather than a blushing mess

"what? it's true i even have your contact saved as that"

he brandishes his phone to show you

there's no stopping the blush now

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

jungwon || yang jungwon's girlfriend 😤💖💓

when you ask him why he's referring to himself in third person he'd say

"in case my phone ever gets stolen or something, the thief would still know you're mine"

you can't take it anymore and burst out laughing

"what?" he'd ask with his brows furrowed

"you're ridiculous"

"but you still love me" he's right about that

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

niki || shortie🙄

to be fair your height is above average but your boyfriend is a fucking giant and even then you're only like 2 cm shorter

he still can't leave it alone tho and teases you about it to no end

"are you for real?"

"what? it's true ya know"

"for fuck's sake it's only 2 cm"

and just like that the two of you are at it again

; a/n: surprise surprise! my first hc yayyy! i hope this turned out okay bc i had no idea what i was doing lmao💀 ily if you got the reference in the jake one no i don't just mean miraculous

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year ago

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not sure if you've done this one before but how would the vanilla + SVE bachelors react to the farmer giving them a shirt (or any top article of clothing) with one of those boob windows? What if the farmer pleads them with puppy eyes in hopes of convincing them to put it on?

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No, I definitely didn’t write a headcanon about this topic. And today we will fix it~ (thanks for the ask, dear anon!🫰💕)

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SDV/SVE bachelors react to their Farmer spouse who gives them clothes with a "boob window":

Alex thought at first that that line on the T-shirt was a damage, but when Farmer explained to the athlete that this was the way it should be, he hesitated for a couple of seconds, and put the T-shirt on. Though Alex blushed a little at Farmer's stare, he realised that he looked pretty good in it and started to look at himself in the mirror. "Hey honey, you know what's better than this 'titty' t-shirt? No t-shirt!". He took off his t-shirt and with a smug smile began to flex in front of his spouse. Farmer should give him credit: it's impossible to disagree with such a valid argument.

"Nice try, dear, but still no." Sebastian sat on the couch with his laptop while his dearest spouse ran around him and begged him to at least try on a t-shirt with an oval cut on the chest. Neither the sad eyes nor the bribe-laden entreaties worked on the emo, who seemed to be amused by Farmer's futile attempts to convince him. "Yeah we'd sooner have an obsidian portal on our farm than I'd wear this." Bad mistake. Because a few hours later there was a huge obsidian archway on the farm (the portal is working, btw) and the Farmer was standing nearby, triumphantly handing a flushed Sebby a t-shirt.

"Honey, don't you think that's a bit much?" Elliott is a fan of unbuttoning his collar and being in dramatic poses when he's writing another masterpiece or posing for a drawing. But here, he'll probably draw the line. No, not to say he hates it at all, this sweater with the... hmm, rather unusual cut, but Elliott's used to his style of dress, and this doesn't fit his image in any way. Even Farmer's tearful pleas won't make him change his mind (though Elliott must admit, he almost gives in, because Farmer knows how to make professional puppy-dog eyes).

"Ah, fuck it. Give it to me." Shane, as it turned out, wasn't hard to convince. His only stipulation, though, was that he would only wear that "boob window" shirt ("Heh, what a fucking name...") at home on the farm. Because even if the chicken man himself doesn't give a shit about most people's opinions and dresses as he pleases, he still doesn't want Jas and Marnie to catch him wearing that t-shirt. It would be... awkward, to say at least. This cloth is comfortable tho, plus his size. "Heh, boob window. Enjoying the view?" Farmer is definitely enjoing the view.

Huh... Sam had tried all sorts of extravagant clothes in an effort to find his unique style in the past, but this was new even to him. He certainly wore that t-shirt with the cutout on the chest, purely out of curiosity. It's cool, but... not his style. The young guitarist had thought about unusual clothes for his music band, but a side boob shirt cut was more his style than this. Sorry Farmer- hey, c'mon, don't give him this sad look! They know it's hard for Sam to say no to them with those sad eyes... Ok, but he won't wear this to a family dinner, deal?

If the Farmer wanted Harvey to stand flushed for a minute, congratulations - they've achieved their goal! With all due respect to his spouse, the local doctor is not too keen on wearing a sweater with such a cut. But interestingly enough, he has asked them not to put these clothes far away, as the resourceful doctor has found a use for it. If Farmer insists on staying late in the Mines, Harvey just needs to drop his selfies of himself (still flushed) wearing this sweater. Farmer teleports home at lightning speed and almost kicks in the front door. Works every time!

"Please!" "No." "Please!" "No." Farmer had been following Magnus around like a duckling following its mother for about fifteen minutes now, hoping to change their stubborn husband's mind and at least try on that sweater with the big line on the chest. Attempts, so far, had been unsuccessful. "Please!" "No." Magnus is quite happy with his magical uniform, which gives him charm and mystery vibe. Especially since he doesn't want any of his colleagues to catch him with that sweater. So wizard has to say no to his beloved spouse. Although they are stubborn. "Please!" "No."

"My dear, is this your way of trying to hint to me that I should unbutton my shirt more often?" Lance smiled slyly at Farmer, and the blush on their cheeks made it immediately clear to the gallant adventurer that he had hit right on target. That clothes with a cut-out on the chest, if the truth be told, is not to his taste. Especially since Lance doesn't see the point of it at all, if he and his spouse can find alternatives. All Lance has to do is simply undo the gilded buttons of his snow-white shirt, spread the collar a little for... *chuckle* a better view for a Farmer, and that's it. The effect will be the same.

Victor had a heap of doubts, but it was hard to resist Farmer's puppy-dog eyes, so, to Farmer's glee, he put on the T-shirt they handed him with.... "Boob window"? Is that what it's called? What a name..." The size is certainly his, and the fabric is of good quality, but... He feels a little bit uncomfortable. And Yoba forbid his mother catches him like this, otherwise it would take a long time to explain everything. Victor could have just unbuttoned his shirt. Or... or no shirt at all, if Farmer wanted to hint to him that they'd like to have fun tonight...

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve lance #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve victor #sdv shane #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sdv alex #sdv sebastian #thanks for the ask!#sdv headcanons #sve headcanon #don’t know why I inserted a portal from Minecraft into Sebastian’s story. but why not lol

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