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the-kr8tor · 4 months ago

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I'm doing it! I'm writing a request! :D

(Ik you're suuuuppperrr busy I'm so sorry you can take as long as you want I'm in no rush you're so sweeet and literally a lifesaver cause every time I read your posts, I get infused with the energy of 2 million Suns)

So I was thinking about a oneshot where r is waiting for Hobie to come backstage after one of his performances and this know it all groupie type guy is like, really giving her a hard time and he won't listen to anything she says he just sucks or wtv. Then Hobie comes out like, total golden retriever all giddy and happy to see r and the other guy is just baffled. Dunno it's kinda silly and based off of a post I saw a while back presenting the idea of it.

Thank you for requesting! Sorry for the wait, I hope you still like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, FLUFF

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As the band closes their last song, the crowd cheers and hollers at them. Hobie, all pumped up and sweaty, bows to the audience. The colourful stage light illuminates his features well, lighting up all of his perfection; from how sweat clings to his cheeks, sliding down to his chiseled clavicle. His piercings shine brightly under the warm light, the cherry red guitar in his ringed hand acts as a beacon to the rowdy crowd. Yuri goads them on, arms riling up the crowd for an encore. Turning the clapping and screaming to thunderous applause and screeches.

You're situated along the side of the stage, and on the other side of the bannister where the crowd is currently starting the largest mosh pit you've ever seen. You crane your neck up to the stage, unintentionally meeting with Hobie's hazel eyes that were already turned towards you.

He confidently winks in your direction, a few people behind you screeches like a wild banshee. They don't know the wink was for you and for you only. You wink back, more bashful than the one he threw at you. It's your little signal, a signal that you and Hobie made when he's about to finish his set so you could wait for him backstage where he always runs towards you with his arms wide, grinning triumphantly and embracing you until you're breathless. You're familiar with his affectionate winks, but that doesn't mean you're used to them. He always catches you off guard with them, loving the way your eyes widen with your hand flying to your chest as if he just jumpscared you. Truthfully, you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Fine,” Hobie reluctantly cuts off your little staring contest with the silent promise of being by your side the moment the band finishes this one song. His lips press on the mic, eyes roaming around the packed stadium. “you lot better be fuckin' ready.” An immediate wave of whistles and yells echo around.

With his guitar riff starting back again, lights turning red and acting as the band's spotlight, you walk towards the event bouncers. Once they see your v.i.p ID they let you through the doors and into backstage.

Passing by the snack table placed by the event organizers, you stumble back to it. You then take an armful of water bottles for the entire band, and then you take a single black and white cookie just for Yuri and her sweet tooth.

Arms full, you wait by the side with the perfect view of the band playing with their whole heart. Hobie jumps on an amplifier and backflips off it. Your heart almost fell into your stomach when you thought he couldn't land on his feet. But of course he did, Hobie practically backflips off the bed every morning (not really he’s a grumpy riser) so it's only natural that he lands on his feet like an experienced gymnast.

Yuri and the others jam together in harmony, Ned belts out while James looks like he wants to crowd surf from the look in his eye. You hope he doesn't, not after what happened last time.

“Cool t-shirt.” A voice suddenly says next to you.

“Thanks.” You glance at the tall stranger while you adjust your hold on the water bottles and cookie.

“It's vintage isn't it? I know from the crude design.” You furrow your brows at the comment, especially that you and the entire band stayed up late to finish an entire sack full of the handmade shirts. “It's from their first album, right?” The man raises a brow, like he's questioning your knowledge.

You flick your eyes down to his own shirt, it's a recent one, definitely better than what you have on but it doesn't share the same amount of sentimentality. “Yeah, I know, I was there.”

“Right.” He scoffs, you take a step away from him, turning your attention back to Hobie, who's still not done with the last song. “Of course you were there.” Your jaw tightens, annoyed at best but you're not willing to leave backstage just because of him. “If you were there, you'd know that the shirt was technically designed for their second album. Not the first.”

You turn your head sharply, “you're right, it was.” Smiling, your eyes tell otherwise. “But it was made for the first album because the band couldn't be arsed to make another design for the second one so the second release of the shirts were in a bigger quantity. Hence the misunderstanding that it was for the second album instead.” You finish off your sentence with a smirk.

“Yeah, sure, lady.” He scoffs, unconvinced. “You probably can't name a single song from that album.” He makes another annoying entitled scoff “As if you were actually there—”

“There's our girl!” Yuri appears behind you while you basically throw daggers at the man with your stare. She clasps your shoulder, nudging you happily. “Ooh, cookie! Thanks, babe!” Yanking the snack from your hand, pecking your cheek, she spares the fan a glance then quickly makes her way to the green room to rest before the meet and greet.

“Where's our cookie?” James pouts, feigning a frown.

“I've got some water for you, Jamesy.” You almost forget about the fan gawking and aweing next to you.

“It's not the same though!” And yet, James still takes the bottle from your hand, patting your shoulder as thanks.

Ned clicks his tongue and shakes his head, following James, he takes his share, walking backwards and still teasing you with a disapproving face. “The sheer favoritism!” To add to his so-called discontent, he slams the doors of the greenroom. You're sure that you even heard a muffled, “give me that fucking cookie!” from him.

Before you come looking for your favourite guitarist, Hobie appears from behind you, arms snaking along your middle to wrap you in his anticipated hug. “How's our number one fan?” You lean back, smiling up at him, not minding how his sweat now sticks to your back. You meet with his eyes as he pecks your temple with a resounding smack of his lips. You can see the adrenaline waning off him in waves as he carefully puts more of his weight on you without making you fall from the increased weight. You find yourself giggling more and more, already forgetting about the intrusion.

“I'm good. Hi.” He expects that reply from you, not from the man across from you. “I'm your biggest fan, Hobie!” Holding up a trembling hand to shake Hobie's hand, you seethe in place.

“Thanks, mate.” Hobie, being polite, shakes his hand. “But if you were the biggest fan, you'd know that this shirt…” he pats your stomach, hand lingering there. “was lovingly made by my girl for the first album.”

He's had his fair share of people like him, he takes their words in stride, but the moment someone does it to you, he'll be sure to fight back. He's convinced that if you weren't interrupted you'd be wiping the floor with the rude fan’s face by proving him wrong. Or literally wiping his face down on the ground if need be.

You grin wider as you see colour drain from the fan's face. “I ordered shawarma for everyone.” You provide the biggest slap to the rude fan by ignoring him. “I hid the biggest portion for you.”

Hobie chuckles into your shoulder before taking your hand and leading you away without another word to the strange fan. “And everyone says Yuri's your favourite.”

#request done #the kr8tor's creations #atsv x reader #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #atsv hobie #atsv fanfiction #hobie fanfic #hobie fluff #hobie x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #spider punk x fem! reader #atsv imagine #hobie imagine #x reader #fanfic #cw food mention #hobie brown fluff

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birdbrain-npts · 2 months ago

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Halloween Candy ID Pack

Pt: Halloween Candy ID Pack /end pt

Names: Candy, Choco, Reese, Pumpkin, Trick, Eve, Hallow, Eye, Brain, Dark, Vamp, Vampire, Werewolf, Ghoul, Ghost, Dracula, Fang, Frankenstein, Gummy, Mike, Ike, Ruth, Candi, Berry, Licorice, Casper, Vanellope, Lolly, Poison

Pronouns: candy/candys, sweet/sweets, trick/tricks, treat/treats, hallow/hallows, eve/eves, halloween/halloweens, vamp/vampire, mon/monster, monster/monsters, vampire/vampires, werewolf/werewolfs, cavity/cavitys, poi/poison, poison/poisons, hide/hides, 🍁/🍁s, 🍂/🍂s, 🎃/🎃s, 🍭/🍭s, 🍬/🍬s, 🍫/🍫s

Titles: the trick or treater, prn who loves candy, the one with a sweet-tooth, prn with an insatiable sweet-tooth, prn that loves gummies / chocolate / lollipops, the sickly sweet one, prn who is sickly sweet, prn who gives out candy, the poisoner

Genders: Nerdhallowin, Pinkcandycornic, Sladkostgender, Sladkostautumna, Sladkostic, Llaminaduragender, Llaminaduraautumna, Llaminaduranic, Zuckerlflavic, Zuckerlaromic, Snoepgender, Snoepautumna, Snoepic, Lekkergoedgender, Lekkergoedautumna, Lekkergoedic

Other ids: Candycornvesil, Alderhalloween, Halloween Eiment, Halloween System, Halloween Conceptum, Candy Corn Scent

Text in bold is: Name, Pronouns, Titles, Genders, and Other ids respectively

All term names are links

Requested by Anon

Tagging @id-pack-archive

#halloween candy id pack #halloween id pack #candy id pack #npt #npt blog #npt pack #npt ideas #npt list #name pack #name ideas #name suggestions #pronoun pack #pronoun ideas #pronoun list #pronouns

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changingplumbob · 1 year ago

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York Household: Chapter 8, Part 6

Time to move in Paris! First up a look at the foster home she's been living in, and it's manager. Then back home Deanna finally finishes the robotics project she's been working on and Paris ages up.

Here we have Ms Gallheizer's Orphanage built by EA ID: Chronicll

Paris: Home sweet hell

Deanna: At least you're finally leaving

Paris: Hopefully everyone will be eating and we can slip in unnoticed

Aaron: We do have to tell the manager you're leaving though, legally speaking

Paris: She'll be thrilled

Deanna: Should we go find her

Paris: We'd better not disturb dinner

Ms G: Where have you been

Paris: I signed out for the afternoon

Ms G: But not the evening. Dinner is at 5:30 sharp and you are late. Again!

Paris: Sorry

Ms G: Don't say sorry, be better girl! You've been here long enough to know

Paris: It won't happen again Ms Gallheizer, because I'm leaving

Ms G: It's not your birthday yet so get upstairs and be glad I kept your dinner portion aside

Paris: I...

Ms G: No smart reply? Of course that would require being smart

Aaron: Perhaps I should introduce myself

Ms G: Why? You a cop?

Ms G: A social worker?

Aaron: Well no-

Ms G: Then you have no authority under my roof

Aaron: I'm a lawyer

Ms G: Sure you are

Aaron: Mr York, prosecutor in Tartosa

Ms G: We're not in Tartosa Mr York

Aaron: Perhaps we should talk in your office, Paris has things to do

Ms G: On that we agree

Deanna: She is exactly like you described, maybe a bit worse

Paris: You think your pa can sort it

Deanna: He can be your legal guardian for a day, no problem, promise

Paris: My room is this way

Deanna: I didn't hear much from the dining room

Paris: No talking allowed at dinner, one of the first rules we learn

Deanna: What a hag

Aaron: Her birthday is only tomorrow, she would have to leave then anyway

Ms G: Be that as it may this is highly irregular. I raise my kids to be independent dependable members of society, not run under their girlfriends skirts

Aaron: You certainly can turn a phrase

Ms G: Paris has no self discipline, give her an inch she will run a mile. How do I know you can provide a suitable environment

Aaron: It's just one day

Calista: Is this the right room

Aaron: This is my wife, Captain York

Ms G: Captain?

Calista: Is there a problem here amore

Aaron: Ms Gallheizer had some doubts about our parental skills

Calista: Did she now

Ms G: Well- Perhaps I jumped the gun

Aaron: So we can take her home

Ms G: Why you would want to is beyond me. But yes, I'll get you the forms

Paris: It's strange, these four walls have been my life for almost a decade

Deanna: No posters

Paris: *shrilly* no damaging the walls

Deanna: *laughs* feel free to coat our walls at home

Paris: Home sounds nice

Deanna: Ready to leave it behind

Paris: Babe, did you notice I already packed

Deanna: *laughs* I did

Kelly: My tooth still isn't out yet

Calista: It'll fall out, don't worry

Kelly: What if I accidentally eat it

Aaron: I did that once, I survived

Calista: Aaron! Chin up caro, you'll be okay

After dinner Kelly mopes to mantis for a while before deciding to just pull it out. Success! Evil laugh!

Paris gets her stuff moved in and Deanna welcomes her with a celebratory pillow fight.

Paris: Your pillows are so poofy

Deanna: All the better to hit you with

Paris: Oh two can play at that game babe

Deanna: I hope you enjoy losing

Paris: In your dreams. En garde!

In the end Paris concedes the fight. She does a quick bit of study for her exams tomorrow then happily climbs in to bed beside her favourite person.

Paris woke up early from a horrible nightmare so decides to polish off her homework until Deanna wakes up.

Deanna: Happy birthday baby

Paris: Thanks. I'm not looking forward to these exams, thank the watcher they're my last

Deanna: You'll be great

Paris: I average a c miss valedictorian but thanks

Deanna: And Joey helped me make you a cake

Paris: I don't suppose I could just age up now

Deanna: No way, you go crush those exams, then come home. We'll celebrate then baby

Paris: Okay, last day of high school, here I go!

Calista had another awful nightmare so works out early to try chase the scare away. She reaches level 10 fitness and discovers she is a perfectionist. I might need to make the skill gain even slower than it already is at this rate! Deanna finally finishes... whatever the heck this thing is.

Pictures of the quadcopter doing quad-copter things

To my complete surprise, but not Deanna's, Paris absolutely aced her final exams! It's finally age up time for her and as she makes a wish Deanna cheers her on. Deanna did a cute little song as well. Paris rolls Creative as her third trait which compliments her cuisine hobby that she rolled earlier.

Deanna: Want to go on a date

Paris: With you? Absolutely babe

Deanna: I'm thinking, beachside

Paris: Sounds perfect

The two head to central Tartosa and take some time to soak in the romantic atmosphere.

Paris: It's so lovely here, and no snow

Deanna: Snow can be good for snuggling

Paris: Maybe so

Paris: But we don't need snow to snuggle

Deanna: I love you baby

Paris: Right back at you babe

They share a kiss and a cuddle

Paris: That sunset is stunning

Deanna: You're stunning

Paris: De, we're in public

Deanna: What do you want to do then

Paris: Play in a g rated way, come on

Deanna: I haven't built a sandcastle in ages

Paris: I won't hold it against you. I've always loved making them. My parents...

Deanna: Did they help

Paris: Yeah, we made them as a family. Once we made one as big as me. I wasn't a tall toddler but still

Deanna: Do you have any photos

Paris: A couple

Paris: Photos of my parents that is, not the sandcastles. They only exist in my memory now

Deanna: I think we did a pretty good job with this one, a castle for my princess

Paris: You're sweet

Deanna: Sometimes

Paris: All times De, I know it

Deanna: And you're happy, with us?

Paris: I am babe

And this chapter wraps up back home with everyone in their right beds. I had to take some shots of the house again as I love property pictures, and sleeping pictures, to bookend my chapters.

Previous Part ... Next Part (New Goth)

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation8 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #YorkHousehold #DeannaYork #ParisPearl #AaronYork #CalistaYork #KellyYork #simblr #R0801

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mooodyblue · 2 years ago

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tbh i can only see austin!elvis being a pretty picky eater while big, but when he's little he's EXTREMELY PICKY

imagine lil elvis being hungry while on tour and maybe we're with the colonel while we're driving and elvis doesn't want that yucky food that we packed, maybe something with spices like pasta, and he starts to whine. and he's like "wan' cookies" because of his sweet tooth so we just sigh and try to calm him down.

if we decide to fulfill his whining and drop by a restaurant to get something he will like elvis would giggle and eat it. but even let's say we go to a hotel and we're in a buffet with him, and there's nothing he likes, he will pout while being in his chair. and he WILL refuse to try anything we give him. he just whines and nearly throws a tantrum.

- 🐈‍⬛

😭😭 see id have to keep little snacks on me just for him at this point

#🐈‍⬛ anon

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radioactiveshitstorm · 13 days ago

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the entire foods section + any oc you really wanna talk more about!! :]

hmmmmm i haven't talked about my best lesbiab Fila in a while, they're up!

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

Fila's birthday (which I've just decided now) is April 1st, and in most AUs they're 25 years old. Sun is Aries, moon is Libra, and rising is also Aries. I have no idea about the rest of it lmao

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? / 🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

She's got a real sweet tooth, especially for things like pastries, marzipan, and cakes. Their absolute favourite is probably caracs, little pies with chocolate, cream, and green fondant icing. If they had to pick something savoury, it'd be Bündnerfleisch - a kind of cured and dried beef.

🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)?

Mint choc-chip icecream, all the way! They will get into a debate with people who say it tastes like toothpaste. It's about as heated as they're able to get.

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

For someone who loves sweets so much, they're actually pretty awful at baking! Cakes never rise, cookies come out overbaked, and her attempts at making bread were... questionable. Much better at cooking, though! She's a real champion at making assorted stews and hearty soups, and taught herself how to make dumplings on girlfriend request :) They'd like to be good at baking, but it's just not in the cards.

🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

Some kind of muesli, with yoghurt and honey and some fresh berries. And chocolate chips on weekends, as a treat! They never miss breakfast, unless disaster strikes and they're out of muesli. Which never happens.

🥪 SANDWICH — what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch?

Lunch varies. On workdays, Fila will go with a very typical packed lunch: sandwich, bit of fruit, some crisps or pretzel sticks, a little cakey thing for the soul, and water. Other times, it could be whatever they've got in the fridge, possibly a bunch of leftovers stuck on a plate, possible salad with some chicken. Very healthy, very normal. They don't tend to skip lunch unless it's a workday and they either get too busy to stop, or can't find somewhere private to take their mask off and eat in peace.

🍛 CURRY AND RICE — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner?

The previously mentioned soups and stews are pretty frequent, if she's the one cooking. Sometimes their girlfriend cooks, and they get treated to something a little more complex and French. Sometimes it's takeaway, if neither of them can be bothered to cook. They never go to restaurants, though; can't take the mask off there, so can't eat. Never skips dinner, it's the perfect time to take a moment and reflect on the day (or have a nice conversation with the gf :3)

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

Fila doesn't really drink. They don't enjoy the taste, and since they work in a hospital, they see far too much of the bad side of alcohol. Sometimes they'll have a little fruity cocktail thing at home, but it's only ever one and with a miniscule amount of booze in it. Doesn't bother her much; she doesn't have an ID anyway.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

LOVES coffee. Like, every kind. Doesn't matter if it's the purest lil espresso shot, or the frothiest milkiest most-hypercustomised frapp, they'll devour it (in moderation, of course). Also enjoys hot chocolate (as long as it's made with milk, not water), but isn't the biggest fan of tea. They've had a couple of teas they've enjoyed, like lemon and ginger, but as a rule she tends to stick with coffee.

#Fila Capeder #thank u for the ask!! i love my silly masked babey #they of the funky socks and insatiable appetite for cakes

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sleepiestdreamer · 3 months ago

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Hybrid kids ID pack :

Names —

Bridgette , Devan , Lily , Poppy , Riley , Rio , Ossian , Ozzie , Arlo , Sarah , Hazel , Aries , Ellis , Elias , Thomas , Fern , Will , Jack , Jackie , Arco , Finn , Vee , George .

Pronouns —

Hybrid/hybrids , Animal/animals , Ears/tail , Fluff/fluffy , Furry/furries , Feral/ferals , Hybrid/kids , Cross/breed , Child/children , Run/running , Family/families , Animal/kids .

Titles —

[prn] who is half human half animal , The cross breed , The hybrid [animal] , An animal hybrid , [prn] who is the cure , The new species , [prn] who is childish and animalistic , [prn] who is a hybrid .

Genders —

Hybridkidscharic , Animalgender , Forestcoric , Sproutpawic , Hybridgender , Weirdcreaturething , Oddthing , Hypergender , Faunashiftergender , Wingedthing , Pawthing .

#❦ dreambee self indulgence #endos dni #id pack #sweet tooth id pack #hybrid kids id pack #names #pronouns #titles #genders

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a-casual-kpopfan · 2 years ago

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Yves fluff pls

A Long Night. - Yves

Previous Story: Clingy - Jinsoul

Next Story: Behind The Scenes - Haseul

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I finally got something done.

Highly unedited, so please enjoy the cringe.

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You sighed as you take a look at the monitor in front of you, hating the task that was left for you. The Architecture firm has verbally agreed with a partner on a break through deal that would be the biggest project in this company's history.

You were left to come up with the contract to seal this deal.

You looked at the clock on the wall, the hands pointing at an absurd time that you're not used to seeing in the office.

1:26 A.M.

You look back at the monitor as you've done pages on pages of contracts, but yet you still have so much to go. You then pick up your phone, unlocking it and calling your girlfriend.

“Ha Sooyoungie 🦢”

*Ring, ring*

"The person you have called is unav-"

You hung up the phone before the voicemail could finish, you slam your phone down on to the desk as you get up, feeling quite anxious. You decide to take a break and head to the office kitchen to make a cup a coffee.

"She's probably mad."

"She knows I don't deserve her."

You lean up against the counter, banging the back of your head against the cabinet above. “Ugh, I should go find a new job.” You tell yourself as the thoughts of how your can make yourself more available for your girlfriend.

“This is the third time this week, she’s probably fed up with me by now.”

You move yourself to grab an espresso pod out of the cabinet and placing it in the machine shortly after. You set the machine to a small 8oz portion and as the machine gets started, you walk back to your office to yet again, attempt to call Sooyoung.

Entering your office, you immediately grab the phone off your desk only to be disappointed with no new notifications. You sighed and dialed her phone number one more time.

*Ring, ring*

"The person you have called is unavailable at the moment. Please a message after the tone."

"Hey babe, it's me. I'm just calling to let you know I'm stuck at the office doing paperwork... Please call me back."

You hang up after leaving the voicemail. Feeling completely dejected, the best thing happening for you tonight would probably be the fresh coffee you have just made waiting for you in the office kitchen.

You walk out of your office to go ahead and finish that cup of coffee that you had started. Grabbing two packs of sweetener and the milk in the fridge to finish preparing your coffee, it isn't your typical sweet tooth satisfying coffee you would normally get from Starbucks, but it would do for now.

"Why am I always the one taking the dump of it all." Slowly walking back to your office, plopping your butt into your chair and staring into the monitor with all the contract drafts.

You take a sip of your coffee, the sweetened caffeine smell soothes you... For about 2 seconds.

Your phone suddenly starts ringing, startling you causing you to spill some coffee onto your hand, but thankfully none on the keyboard. A slight burn but taking one for the team helps you from being fired.

"Aish..." You grab a tissue from the tissue box that's sitting on your desk, wiping your hand from the hot coffee although still stinging ever so slightly.

Your phone still ringing, you noticed that it was Haseul's ID that's calling you. The anxiety peaks at an all time high, you slowly answer the phone.

"Oppa!"

"Y-Yes Haseul?"

Your anxiety is about to sky rocket through the roof, you're desperately hoping that Haseul is calling about something completely absurd and not kicking you out of the dorm because Sooyoung decided to suddenly break up with you.

Although you believe if she breaks up with you, it is completely justifiable with how the way you've been stuck at work lately.

"Is Sooyoung with you?"

"Eh? I'm at the office, what happened to Sooyoung?!"

"I don't know, she left in a rush."

"I'll call her, thank you."

Without hesitation, you hung up the phone and immediately dialed Sooyoung's number.

"The person you have called is unav-"

You threw the phone at the couch in your office. The phone didn't even ring, it went straight to voicemail.

"Damn it! Where would she have gone!?"

Without thinking, you get up from your chair and grabbing your jacket from the hook on the back of your door.

Completely ignoring the slight burn you have on your right hand, walking out of your office and the building unit.

Making your way into an elevator that came fairly quickly, probably because no one is in the building other than the security in the lobby.

*Ding*

The elevator appears before you, swiftly getting inside and rapidly pressing the "G" button in hopes that would speed up the process of the doors closing and bringing you to the lobby.

The faint elevator music playing in the background only irritates you as you impatiently wait to reach the bottom.

3..

2..

G..

"FINALLY!"

*Ding*

The doors start opening, you were getting yourself ready to run out as soon as those doors give enough room.

You see the light of the lobby shining through the crack of the door as it grows larger with each second.

The doors became wide enough for you to dash out, and that's exactly what you do.

Rushing out of the elevator, you notice a figure in the lobby talking to the security guard at the front desk. You slowly come to a halting stop before this figure.

This person.

The one you were looking for all night.

She turns from the counter and looks at you.

You're giving her a confused, a shocked stare.

"Is there something on my face oppa?"

"N-No!"

You couldn't speak the word, you were baffled that she is magically here, miraculous even. "Sooyoung, why are you here?" With her signature 'first love' smile, she brings her arms up that's holding a large bag.

"Knowing your dumbass, you didn't eat anything and been drinking coffee for the last 5 hours." Sooyoung raising an eyebrow while you stand there sheepishly while the security guard behind the counter snickers.

Feeling quite embarassed, you were more than happy to know Sooyoung doesn't seem to be one bit mad... Or is she?

"Thank you for chatting with me sir, you have a good night." Sooyoung waves to the security guard, while he waves back as both you and Sooyoung make way to the elevator.

Being that the elevator never moved, the two of you instantly made your ways inside and heading up to your respective floor. "How come you weren't answering my calls?" You asked as your take the bag out of Sooyoung's hands, as she lets you take it, simultaneously wraps herself around your arm.

"Yeah about that... I broke it on my way to a schedule this morning..." She pulls her phone out which is completely shattered.

Surprising you, but not really. You smiled softly, you felt relieved, a whole weight coming off your shoulders. You chuckle and shake your head, a little tear comes down your face as well, making Sooyoung feel confused.

“Huh, Oppa, are you okay?” Sooyoung starts pouting, wiping your tear with her free hand. “I’m okay Soo… I’m just happy you’re not breaking up with me.” You smile at her, leaving her in shock.

“Are you sure about that?”

You pause. The breath in your lungs was sucked out, your heart may have skipped a beat or two.

Sooyoung couldn’t hold her straight face and starts laughing, with such a pure smile and laughter. “I’m joking oppa.” As the elevator arrives at your floor and dings, Sooyoung steps out as the doors open. You being shocked as to what just happened, stayed frozen.

Sooyoung spins around, you watch as her scarlet red hair shines against the ceiling lights. You had never seen an angel with red hair before, especially as this angel looks like she’s about to cause trouble and steal your Pikachu.

“Are you coming?” Sooyoung stands there patiently, with her smile.

That smile that made you fall in love with her so many years ago.

Finally coming to your senses, you move yourself and walk out the elevator and rejoining hands with Sooyoung. “You never told me why you came tonight, Soo.” Arriving at your office, you open the door for her. Sooyoung undoes her jacket and hangs it on the coat rack in the corner of your office.

You do the same, bringing the bag of food over to your desk. “If you weren’t going to come home tonight, I thought I should be with you.” Sooyoung answers your question, helping you pull some rice and some grilled beef she decided to pick on the way over.

“I can’t be the perfect wife for you if I couldn’t understand that work gets in the way, right?” Sooyoung exits your office, assuming to grab a plate and some chopsticks for your food. You were left standing there to hear what she said.

“Perfect wife.”

~~~~~

The night has come and gone, Sooyoung is fast asleep on your office couch, of course tucked in a blanket by you as you continue your contract work.

“And… Done!”

You finally finished out all terms and conditions, all clauses that needed to be included in this contract. You look at the time, seeing the clock on the wall saying “6:45am.”

“Just made it.” You smiled as you hit save, just in case, then hit the print button.

As you’re making way to the print room, you can’t help but hear the elevator moving.

*Ding*

The elevator arrives and reveals your boss as the doors open. “Ah, you’re still here?” Your boss asks as he sees you still being in the office, most likely noticing your clothes being from the day before.

“Yes sir, I wanted to get this done.” As you pull out a large stack of paper coming out of the printer. “I assume it’s ready for today’s deal?” Following your boss into his personal office, you lay the stack of paper onto his desk. “Great, I expect you to be there when it happens later today.”

Shocked that your boss clearly knows that you spent all night making this contract up for the deal, never it crossed your mind that he would ask you to be present of the time of signing.

You feel deal on the inside, the only thing that kept you going was the sleeping person in your office.

“Sir… I was hoping if I could have some time off?” You nervously ask your superior as he looks at you while raising an eyebrow. “I’m afraid I can’t grant that.”

You sighed and gave up immediately, you stood up but noticed his desktop wallpaper as his PC was starting up. It was a very familiar photo of the girls who you are very close with.

“I never knew you were a fan of Loona.” You notice your boss is feeling quite flustered after feeling exposed that he’s into a certain kpop group that a certain you may be close with.

“Well sir…”

~~~~~

Both you and Sooyoung make it back to the dorm, of course she drove while you felt absolutely dead inside on the way back to the dorm. “Thank you for helping me out.” You finally get to lay down on a bed after a full day at work.

“I can’t believe your boss just let you take a month off with pay, so easily.” Sooyoung says as she lays down on the bed with you, even fully knowing you two should really take a shower before hitting the hay.

“I mean, certainly two tickets to your concert would definitely play a part in that.” You chuckle as you start cuddling with Sooyoung, at this moment you start slowly closing your eyes.

Sooyoung giggles a little bit as she remembers how flustered your boss was once she entered the room earlier this morning. “Oppa, you should-”

“Zzz.”

A little snore came out of you, not really shocking to Sooyoung as she understands the day you just spent at work. She smiles at you and lays a small kiss on your forehead.

“We’ll have lots of time together.”

Sooyoung says as she gets ups slowly, grabbing a towel, turning off the lights before leaving the room with a smile.

#loona #loona fic #yves #ha sooyoung #male reader #kpop fanfic #request #MoonVerse

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wonderroulettes-cc-finds · 2 years ago

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A teen to play with on High School Years

Here is a teen trans girl I created to play with when High School Years come out! Her name is Evana Bowani and as you might see, she has a feminine-looking chest thanks to hormones, but she did not gender reassignment surgery (SRS) yet so, she can’t make other sims pregnant or get pregnant (hormones tend to make trans people sterile) but she can pee standing up*. She’s cheerful & likes music.

*At transgender people on Simblr: If I said something wrong or quite offensive, tell me, please. I have a bunch of trans friends but I’m no expert yet.

As usual, you can find her in the gallery (you must click on the “include custom content” box) with my ID LolaahSims, or download the tray files HERE.

⚠️Very important, I used this mod to make her shorter than YA automatically ⚠️

CC I used

Felicity eyes by @aveirasims

Eyebrows Texture Overhaul Version2 & EA Eyelashes Remover MOD by @kijiko-sims

Mouth Scale Slider by @teanmoon *I find a version which enables it for all ages but it need to be fixed using CmarNYC’s fixer*

Nose preset 5 by @divinecap

PRESET Honey Jaw by @merrincreates on Twitter

SavvySweet Bia Braids All Behind edit, Kiara Hair by @aharris00britney

Rachel Jeans V2 from the AxA 2020 pack by @aharris00britney x @ayoshi

Smitten Earrings V3 from the AH00B B.O.P collab by @aharris00britney x @bowl-of-plumbobs

Amber Hair by @aladdin-the-simmer

Flora - Lipstick 05 by @alf-si

NAILED IT! set by @pictureamoebae

Kelani braids by @arethabee

Cherry blossom nails by @bellassims

Floral V Swimsuit by Black Lily

Nails recolors of Eversims’ KerPlunk by @claudiasharon

All 4 U lipgloss & Soumate lipstick from the 4Ever collection by @crypticsim

Retro 3D Eyelashes (skin detail) & Short Stiletto Matte Nails by @giuliettasims

Back acne by @johnnyzest

House Slippers 02 from the Christmas collection part 2 by @jius-sims

So Sweet Braids by @leeleesims1

Semller converse low for all by @lumysims

Sweet tooth teeth by @uxji

Naevys-sims’ Bluebell hair V1 (reworked) by @babolat85 *Search for Bluebell in the SFS folder*

Naomy bodysuit top by @pixelunivairse

Myla Septum & Mouthpreset N33 by @pw-creations

Hass eyeliner from the Avocado collection & Amnesia eyeshadow from the e-baddie collection by @pralinesims

Real skin acne by @sorokacc

AF NAILS N015 by @redheadsims-cc

Eyeliner 51 by @remussirion

Eyeliner Set N1 by @sayasims

Cat Stud Earrings & Big Flower Earrings by @simlasya

Rose Quartz Lipstick by @ts4eve

@nephaelia @secretscones @nebvulah @moonwood-sims @mmfinds @mmoutfitters @maxismatchccworld @emilyccfinds

#the sims 4 #TS4 #ts4 cas #ts4 cc #ts4 custom content #CC #custom content #sims 4 #sims 4 cc #sims 4 cas #sims 4 custom content #sims 4 creator #simblr #ts4 simblr

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oikawaplssteponme · 4 years ago

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Willow’s 800 Followers Event

before you order: hello!! words cannot even begin to describe how thankful i am for 800 of you! that is truly amazing and you all have a very special place in my heart! thank you for allowing me to be creative and share my writing, it means more than you know.

so for this event, you all will be doing the writing! you’ll be creating your perfect boba drink with as many (or as little) ingredients as you’d like! let’s check out the menu, shall we?

pick your base (fandom)

1.) milk tea

•this is a Haikyuu fic ! write about your favorite volleyball players !

2.) fruit tea

•this is a My Hero Academia fic ! write about your favorite students, teachers, pro heroes, or villains !

pick your flavor (prompt)

1.) strawberry

• keep things classic and write about a first date ! include something about the outdoors or nature. maybe you’re visiting a farmers market, going strawberry picking, or a sunset hike !

2.) mango

• a perfect tropical destination ! write about visiting the beach or a vacation with your chosen character ! make sure to pack some sunglasses !

3.) passion fruit

• be passionate ! write about a confession ! whether it’s a love confession at just the right time or one that changes everything...

4.) coconut

• just like the coconut shreds, shred our hearts with a breakup story ! it can start sweet and hit us with that tough flavor unexpectedly! or one that you know won’t have a happy ending

5.) green tea

• not feeling any of the flavors above? no worries ! write whatever you’d like ! be creative ! this unique flavor will be perfect for your unique writing !

6.) honeydew (can be paired with one of the flavors above)

•pick whatever AU you’d like ! high school AU, college AU, coffee shop AU, fantasy AU, you name it !

pick your boba (pairing)

1.) classic tapioca pearls

•this will be a character x reader fic ! you may choose any kind of reader you’d like (fem! , masc!, gender neutral!) it’s up to you !

2.) popping boba

•this will be an character x oc fic ! use one of your very own characters and create a story for them with a character of your chosen fandom !

3.) fruit jellies

•this will be a self ship fic ! now is your chance to write whatever self-indulgent work you’d like ! make your dreams come true !

*all pairings must be LEGAL

pick your size (genre)

1.) small

•fluff, fluff, fluff! keep us smiling from ear to ear with some tooth-rotting fluff !

2.) medium

•angst and nothing but angst! break our hearts into a million pieces. please, it would be an honor

3.) large

•your fic has room for everything ? no problem ! pick a variety of genres to make your drink so good that you can’t put it down !

now that you’ve created the perfect boba, you’ll need to check out!

before checking out:

•this event is SFW. many of my followers are minors so when i try (reblog) your drinks (fics), i dont want them to come across any NSFW content. however, suggestive themes are allowed (but you should know where to draw the line)

•please do not use these ingredients to create dark content for this event

•please give a description of your drink. that must include your ingredients from above (genre, prompt, fandom, pairing, etc.)

•please state any allergens that your drink could contain. you must include a ratings/warnings section on your fic

•general guidelines still apply (same with off limit characters) check them here

•make sure to grab two straws ! (please tag me @/oikawaplssteponme so i don’t miss them)

•also ask for a receipt ! (tag your delicious creations under the tag #willow’s boba shop.🌸)

•i will be making a signature menu of all your drinks ! (i will make a rec list of all your fics. if you would prefer to not be on that list, just let me know !)

check out:

•this event will last from April 3rd to April 30th

•there is no word count minimum or maximum :)) but if your fics are longer than 500 words, please add the :readmore: tab

•know someone who might like some boba as well? wonderful! anyone and everyone is welcome to stop by the shop and create something magical !

•please let me know if you are planning to participate either with a reblog+a comment or send an ask :))

•never tried boba before? no worries! this event is a perfect opportunity to try out writing. you don’t have to be amazing at writing, as long as you enjoy it and have an idea or two, it’s worth trying! you might even like it :))

•couldn’t decide between a milk tea and a fruit tea? or you wanted to try one of everything? go right ahead! feel free to make multiple drinks :)) do what makes you happy !!

final thoughts before leaving the shop:

•once again, thank you so so much for 800, it’s truly mind blowing

•im really excited for this event so please please participate! id hate for this to flop :((

•i can’t wait to try all your wonderful drinks <3 ! love you all and thank you again !

Once again, this event will last from April 3rd to April 30th

#willow.🌸#willow’s boba shop.🌸#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #my hero academia #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq #mha #bnha

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a-pretty-nerd · 4 years ago

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Best Boi Soup

A/N: So it's @trickkombowerskru 's birthday today, aka, my Tumblr wife. We met almost four years ago on this app and we've talked everyday ever since. I am very fortunate to have such a sweet and fun-loving friend to nerd out with everyday, I truly can't imagine life without her. Shes so very talented and smart and she always makes me laugh. So for her 22nd birthday I asked her what she'd like me to write for her and she said, "whatever you want" which might be a mistake lol. So I present to you Best Boi Soup.

A headcannon, blurb, list of the best bois we simp for. I hope you enjoy! Love you, bitch!

Trick

Beginning:

You met Trick while working at a convince store in the rundown town you'd spent your whole life in.

He came in almost every shift you worked to buy a drink, a snack, and a pack of cigarettes.

Everyday he came in, and everyday you wrang him up. He was one of the many regulars you had. You saw him walk in, you greeted each other with a friendly smile and you'd turn around to grab his usual before turning back to the register to ring him up.

"Uh, not today. Thanks though." He shook his head and pushed the pack away from him. You raised your brow.

"Really?" You asked, a little surprised.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Are you vaping now?" You started the small talk. Another part of your routine.

"No. Just, trying to quit." He flashed an awkward smile your way as he handed you the cash.

"Wow, good luck with that." You smiled back.

"Thanks."

"Receipt?"

"No. Thanks. See ya."

"Yeah. See ya." And with that he sauntered out of the store and onto the grey street. Either headed home or to work.

"That Trick?" Your manager asked as he shuffled in from the back office.

"Yeah."

"How's he doing?"

"He seems alright. He's quiting smoking."

"Oh really? Good for him." The old slob mumbled between his teeth as he chewed on a toothpick.

As time went on, your exchanges gradually shifted from friendly to borderline flirty. And you notice his purchasing habits begin to change. He starts brining healthier drinks to the counter, fruits and vegetables as snacks, a sandwich if he's hungry. You tease him for it at first, but he brushes you off with a playful smile.

One day your manager watches your playful exchange as he leans against the old counter. A sly smirk spreads across his face.

"That boy likes you, yknow." He says with a mischievous smile.

"Quit bullying me." You reply, still in a playful and joking tone.

"He only comes in here for you." He tells you.

"No he doesn't." You argue, crossing your arms.

"I've never seen him here when you aren't is all I'm sayin'." The old man chuckled as he raised his hands in defense.

"You're pulling my leg, leave me alone." And with that he had planted a terrible, terrible idea into your head.

Of course you had a crush on Trick. You always thought he was cute but as time went on the butterflies went away and you became good acquaintances, friends maybe. Just friends, right?

Oh no. The butterflies. They're back. Shit.

The next time you saw him, they ravaged your body. Making your knees weak and your cheeks burn. Your heart and raced and you started to sweat. Shit. Be cool. Be cool. Just be normal. This is normal.

"Hey, Y/N." He smiled as he placed his purchase on the counter.

"Hey. How's it going?" You asked, hoping he didn't notice your insuing panic.

"Nothing much. Um...well...actually..." was he blushing? "Y'know Todd?" Todd was a mutual friend of yours. You and Todd went to high school together. Todd and Trick worked together. He was another young adult trapped in that dead end town.

"Yeah."

"So he's having a party tomorrow night at his new place and he wanted me to invite you."

"Todd wanted you to invite me?"

"Yeah, I was thinking I could pick you up? Around 5?" You hissed through your teeth.

"Actually I work-"

"She can go!" Your manager shouted, poking his head out from his office. "She can go." You turned back to Trick with a smile.

"So 5?" You asked.

"5."

Middle:

Dating Trick, or Ryan as you now know, was easy. He was easy to be around, fun-loving, and sweet. He was thoughtful and caring in ways you'd never experienced before. He made you feel safe and happy.

He still stopped by your work everyday to brighten up your day and give you a sweet peck on the lips before heading back to work.

Things were good, until a little over a year into your relationship. You met his Dad.

You knew about Trick's abusive father. He's the reason some dates were cut short. The reason Ryan had to spend the night at your apartment so often in fear of going home. He tried to save up enough to move out, in fact you were in the process of saving so you could move in together.

You watched a man you hadn't recognized walk into the store one day. He was clearly a junky, which, wasn't abnormal there were plenty around here. But unlike the others, he made aggre eye contact. He shuffled around the store, browsing.

At first you thought he was just going to steal, which you usually didn't pay any mind to. It wasn't your job. But soon he came up to the counter with beer and candy. You asked to see his ID, which was mandatory.

"Do I look underage to you!?" The man spat.

"No sir, it's just I can't sell it to you without ID. The register won't let me-"

"Goddammit. Fine." He mumbled as he reached into his pocket and gave you the card. You scanned his ID and continued checking him out. "You're Ryan's girl, ain't ya." You froze. Before you could speak, he interrupted you again. "Little shit thought he could hide you from me." He smiled a rotten toothed grin. He made you sick to your stomach.

All the pain, the trauma, the torture he put Ryan through. It all added up to this weak, distorted, junky. A bizarre idea of a person. You watched him take his receipt and leave without another word.

You didn't want to worry Ryan, so you decided not to tell him about his father's visit. But he just kept showing up to harass you. Sometimes he'd ask how Ryan was doing when he'd stay the night with you. Sometimes he'd comment on your body, try and flirt even. Giving a disgusting laugh when you didn't respond.

"He said he saw you today." Ryan said, hanging his head low as he watched you get into his van.

"Who said?" You asked, not thinking of it at first.

"My dad." You paused. "He said he's been...visiting you at work latley." He was visibly shaken.

"Are you okay?"

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"I didn't want to worry you. I'm fine, really. He hasn't done anything..." you tried to brush it off.

"Just because he hasn't, doesn't mean he won't." You watched him, his wild eyes looking out the windshield.

"Well then...what do you wanna do?"

Happily Ever After:

"Let's run away." He whispered softly against your forehead before leaving sweet kisses against the skin. Your bodies resting skin to skin against each other as you laid in your bed.

"What?" You giggled, pulling back to look up at him. He wore a sweet and confident smile for you.

"Let's run away together. Just you and me." He squeezed you tighter against him.

"Where would we go?"

"Anywhere. Just take me away from here." He begged as he left gentle kisses against your temple.

"What about work? What about moving in together?"

"We'll find other jobs. We'll take our money and run. Live in my van until we find a place."

"I thought that van was your dad's."

"We'll steal it."

"And what if the cops come after us?"

"He's too chicken shit to call the cops."

"You really wanna run away together?"

"With every fiber of my being."

Klaus

Beginning:

You met Klaus in rehab.

You were there for ...reasons. And Klaus was there for ...reasons...

Klaus was attractive, free flowing, free thinking, wild and fun. Everything you wanted and more. It's only natural that you were attracted to him so that hook up in rehab was only inevitable.

It was no surprise that it got him transferred thought. So you pouted about never seeing the best sex of your life ever again and went on with your life.

You struggled, as everyone in rehab does but you were lucky in that you made a good recovery. You worked hard to help yourself get out of your sticky situation and move on to bigger and better things.

That was, until you saw him again.

There he was, sitting there at the breakfast bar where you worked.

"Hey stranger." You mused as you filled his cup of coffee. Klaus's big green eyes looked up at you.

"Hhheyyyy..." He smiled up at you with a confused brow. You chuckled at him, taking his order and walking away. He looked up at you such sweet adoring eyes everytime you came by. "Hey." He grabbed your wrist to get your attention. His eyes searching yours for answers. "Do I know you. You seem familiar." You laughed at him.

"Rehab. Four years ago. Y/N, Y/L/N." He let out a high pitched laugh and a cheerful huff.

"That's right! We-uh-um-yknow." His fingers pointed back and forth in a funny suggestion. You giggled with him and nodded.

"Yes, 'we-uh-um-yknowed'. It got you kicked out, remember?You joked.

"Wow! Hah! It's uh. It's good to see you. You look...well you look, g-good."

"Thank you. So do you."

"Well, hah, I try." You shared a few laughs back and forth ending with you giving Klaus your number.

Middle:

Dating Klaus was...strange. Just as strange as him.

Sometimes he'd disappear months on end, only sometimes leaving a "I'll be gone, love you" note or text. But you felt content with Klaus.

When he was around he shrouded you in love and affection. He appreciates your patience with him and his traumas. His PTSD coming and going as it pleases.

He's there for you when things get rough, and you're there for him. Unconditionally and truly.

He's hopelessly in love with you, terrified that his family business will endanger you. Trying to keep you as distant and as safe as possible. Only forced to get you involved in order to protect you. Even then, you better be able to handle yourself in case of emergencies.

Happily Ever After:

Your happily ever after consists of buying a plot of land in the middle of nowhere to live out your lives in peace.

Taking care of yourselves and one another in the comfort of your own private get away.

Jasper:

Beginning:

You met Jasper during a rough time in both your lives. You were a grounder, one of the grounders tasked with spying on The 100.

You were always in the trees, hiding, watching, getting information for the planned attack.

Jasper caught your eye simply for the fact that he survived a spear to the chest. What kind of space magic was that? It also didn't hurt that he was cute and awkward and you kinda just wanted to jump some space boy bones.

Needless to say you developed a bit of a crush on Jasper without him even knowing of your existence. When Lincoln got involved, things got messy. You felt bad for The 100, after all, you saw no real reason why the grounders and the space people couldn't just work something out. But your people were fearful, and so were The 100. Or Skycrew as you called them.

So you helped in little ways you could, joining Lincoln and aiding their side when Mount Weather got involved.

Needless to say when Mount Weather went down, and you met Jasper for the first time, things were not as you had hoped.

Jasper was traumatized, haunted by the deaths of an entire civilization. Tortured by the death of his girlfriend. You felt bad for him. And he wasn't too fond of you.

Being a grounder meant you were his enemy to him. Grounders caused trouble, grounders were responsible in the first place. He associated you with his scar.

And while is rejection hurt at first, he warmed up to you as you worked along side Raven and the rest of his friends. Monty and you grew especially close because he was a good teacher, and he would listen to you about your experiences as a grounder. You had import information about the land that Skycrew did not.

Soon, Jasper got used to you being around. But that didn't mean he liked you.

Middle:

One night in particular, you were fed up being bullied by Jasper. Jasper wasn't the only one who didn't trust you but, he certainly was the loudest.

You walked into the common place, noticing Jasper sitting at a table drinking as per usual. You tried to mind your own business but he taunted you.

"Hey grounder!" He knew your name. He refused to use it. You looked after a few calls. A sloppy smile stretched across his face. "Why don't you show me some of your grounder magic er whatever."

"Grounder magic?" You scoffed. Grounders were, out off all the groups, the most spiritual. And some skycrew had started rumors that you were a witch. You had taught Monty in particular how to grow and harvest herbs that could aid in healing wounds and help the sick. Your symbolic tattoos and dress didn't help your case. You liked to think you were an agent of peace, but clearly your efforts were for not.

"Magic." You scoffed at him.

"Yeah c'mon witch. Read my palm." He held out his hand with a drunken smile. Watching with heavy eyelids as you approached. Taking a seat on the bench beside him, slowly taking his hand in yours, and pressing it harshly against the metal table below. Jasper gave a sharp gasp of pain before you quickly let go and snatched the bottle of liquor from him. "Ow! Hey! Give that back!" He shouted after you.

You cursed him before drinking from the bottle and exiting to walk back to your room. Moonshine for dinner, you thought. You took large gulps from the bottle as you walked back to your room, already feeling dizzy by the time you got back. You entered the broom closet of a room, capping the bottle and tossing it onto your bed. Stripping of your clothes to change. You paused when you heard a loud knock at the door.

Jasper was on the other side, just as drunk as you, just as pissed. He froze when you opened the door, dressed down to just a bra and pants. Were always this hot? He asked himself.

"Piss off, Skycrew." You muttered, trying to shut the door. He wedged himself between the door and aggressively pushed his way through.

"I paid for that bottle with my own rations now hand it over!"

"Consider it payment for your palm reading you bastard!" You shouted back, trying to push him back out but failing to as he wrenched his way in. He lunged for the bottle, making you lunge for him in an immature and ridiculous mess of a scuffle. You pulled on the collar of his shirt, choking him enough to disorient and bring him back. He collapsed to the floor, reaching out and pulling on your ankle to get you down to his level.

Once on all fours, he climbed over you, only to get an elbow to his ribs. You pinned him down, sitting on his chest, legs on either side. Your hands pressing his wrists into the concrete floor below, and your chest pressed flush against his face.

In any other circumstances, Jasper would have shouted for you to get off. To let him go. But now, suddenly, in his half-drunk half-horny state, he relaxed into this position. He stopped fighting and for a moment so did you. Panting and content with your win, you released him. Looking down from your position on his chest. He was beet red.

His heavy eyes looking up at, dilated and needy. That look made you melt. Was he okay? Had you hurt him?

Jasper was more than okay, for once he had forgotten about everything. Nothing else mattered but you and your soft supple body. You went to get up off of him, but his hands came up and pressed you back down on him. Forcing your lips to meet his.

Drunken sex helped keep the two of you sane. Some nights you didn't even need to be drunk, you just needed him as he needed you. You chocked it up to a sex addiction, just another thing to make you both forget the atrocities of war. But, when the chip came around and everything went to shit. You worried for Jasper, as he worried for you.

Happily Ever After:

You watched out for one another, a bond built from pain and trauma grew into a friends with benefits sort of deal. Jasper let himself go, he let himself love again because of you.

Being up in space was weird. Six years and you still weren't used to it. You missed earth more than you could ever imagine but somehow, Jasper made it all okay. Jasper felt like your own tiny part of earth, he made you feel at home.

You'd spend the rest of your years in space with Jasper. Coming to the conclusion that this peaceful life in space was better than the chaos down below. You manned the ship with him. Growing old, having children together, and passing away of old age together. Finally getting the peaceful life you both desired.

#jasper jordan #jasper jordan x reader #the 100 #jasper jordan imagine #klaus x reader #klaus hargreeves #trick tribecky #trick x reader #trick imagine

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moonflower-31 · 4 years ago

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I Won’t Forget You - Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist

Part 6

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of murders, cases, Serial killer facts,

Tags: @dra-reid, @eevee0722, @ceeellewrites, @anotherr-fine-mess, @ssahoodrathotchner

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It had been about two months or so since your little impromptu sleepover at the resident genius's place. Things had gotten a little better, at least on your part.

"Hey!"

You jumped from your make-do desk in your room, snapping your head towards the doorway where a friendly face awaited you. Gabriel had a bag of sweets in one hand and a malt in the other. "Jesus, Gabe you scared me." You cursed, holding a hand to your chest.

"At least we're even." He points out, putting the malt on the table in front of you. Also inconveniently on top of your written notes for the paper you had to write. You growled and moved the drink, glaring at your best friend.

"You've gotten even with me plenty of times since then! How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" You ask in exasperation. Gabriel pretends to ponder your question as he pops a caramel apple sucker into his mouth.

"Says the girl who didn't call me to tell me she was home and instead decided to stay with the coworker she has a crush on. You didn't even bribe me with details!" He complained, dumping a few sweets in front of you.

You grumpily grab one of the sweets he had graciously offered and tossed it into your mouth. "It was one time! And I hadn't slept for like, four days! Besides, it wasn't my fault my mother decided to drop by and visit!" You huff.

"Yeah yeah. You know how much I hate that hag. Nothing against you, sugar tits." Gabriel comments, pulling the pop from his mouth. "But still, no excuse not to call me. Send me a text even. Some proof of life." He grumbled. "That malt is yours by the way. Iris insisted I get one for you while we were out. Couldn't say no."

You look over at the bright pink striped cup dripping with condensation that created a wet circle on the desk. For being pissed at you for over two months, Gabriel was a good friend.

You took the malt and started sipping generously. "I'm sorry, okay? What do I have to do to prove it to you?" You ask.

Gabriel smirked. You hated when he got ideas.

"Tell me about your night with Mister teacher's pet. Then I'll consider it." He teased, quickly bopping your nose.

"I already told you. After my bitch mother confronted me, he convinced me to head to his place. I couldn't say no. He eventually read me a poem and I fell asleep. And… he knows my real name now. Happy?" You asked with a groan.

"Oh come on, that can't be all of it!" He whined, almost like a child about to throw a tantrum for being forced to eat his vegetables. Not that Gabriel was any different. He would fight you tooth and nail if you tried.

"It is! Nothing else happened! No kiss, no dramatic display of feelings, no nothing. Just a really awkward drive to work." You huffed.

The thought of the drive was a little hurtful. After the night you both had, well more like morning and you slept through the rest of the day, Spencer had been distant. It didn't last long as a couple days later they all had to get on the jet for another case. Spencer then began to re-warm up to you and now you knew nothing different. Though he didn't try to flirt with you anymore. Not like Morgan. But the previous moments where he had you backed up against the map, or had called you a good girl. He never did it again. And to be honest, you missed it despite how embarrassed you were afterwards.

"Boo! And I thought you liked the guy!" Gabriel exclaimed, acting baffled at the chain of events in your life. He then shrugged. "More fish in the sea I guess." He teased, obviously gaging you for a response.

"I do! Just… I'm not as obscenely obvious about it as you want me to be!" You hissed, sucking up more chocolate malt into your mouth with a little bit of a pissy attitude.

"Well if you were, I'm sure he'd be your teacher's aide boyfriend by now. Now, who's right and wrong in this situation? Hm? Yeah, me. No debate." He insists, putting the sucker back into his mouth.

"Shut up. I have to write this paper. For my doctorate in social science." You explain. "Just because you stopped going to school doesn't mean I can't go ahead and add another doctorate to my belt." You try to change the subject, hoping Gabriel would ease up on you.

"You and those doctorates. Are you seriously trying to build a filing cabinet up there or are you just bored with working for the FBI already?" Gabriel asks, flopping down onto your bed.

"Neither. I just want to know as much as I can in all of my areas of schooling. Be taken seriously." You insist.

"Boring. Why don't you take classes on making candy or something? That would be seriously cool. And then you can open up your own business just to spite those parents of yours!

I can see it now!" He rants, hanging his head over the edge of your mattress as he spreads his hands as if displaying the business name.

You roll your eyes. "No thanks. That sounds like something you should do though. You'd fit right into that role, you know. Candyman." You tease. "Now I really gotta finish this paper." You insist.

"Fine fine. Just be sure to come down from your academic heaven long enough to eat dinner once Iris is finished." He insists, winking at you before he leaves your room.

Finally, you had your peace and quiet. But it was weird. The peace and quiet was very quickly becoming deafening by the influx of thoughts. Not the helpful kind either.

You began to come up blank on ideas for your paper and had more ideas on how you could have maybe done something different to prevent that awkward drive to work all those weeks ago. Where did this uncertainty come from?

You grumble and close your laptop after ten minutes of no progress. Maybe you just needed a break. Then again, it was your day off. And you didn't feel like wishing bad things on someone just so you'd be able to go into work.

Almost as if the universe had been listening and decided to throw you a sickened bone, you heard your phone begin to ring. You eagerly pick it up, knowing it would be something to keep you busy.

"Hello, Agent (L/N)." You answer without checking the caller ID.

"Yes, (L/N) I need you to come in. We have another case." Hotch answers the phone. You feel a slight feeling of excitement strike at your core. Sure, you'd been on 6 cases so far, but you enjoyed being around your fellow agents and putting another unsub away.

"Do I get any insight, Hotch?" You ask.

"It's a case in Lebanon Kansas. We have a large group of bodies piling up. We have two suspects we believe are working with each other. We just need to profile them and catch them before they kill again. I'll inform everyone once you've arrived." As soon as he finished, he hung up. He didn't give you any chance to reply. Typical Hotch fashion.

You stand up immediately, grabbing your bag and your go-bag you had packed at all times just in case this happened. You grabbed the malt you still had and drank the rest of it, grabbing a couple of the caramel apple pops Gabriel had left and shoving them into your pocket.

You wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a plastic container and putting some of dinner into it.

"Woah, woah, where the hell are you going so late?" Gabriel asked in a fatherly tone. You rolled your eyes and glared at him for a moment.

"I have work. Duh."

"Work? I thought you were off?" Iris asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am. But unfortunately serial killers don't care that I'm off. Sorry guys. I promise I'll call you guys once I get back, okay?" You promise, finding a lid and putting it on the tubberware.

"You better. Or else I'll stick gum in your hair. And not the easy to get out stuff." Gabriel threatened teasingly, taking a quick bite of his food. "Have fun arresting some muttonheads!" He called.

You chuckle and sling your bag over your shoulder. "Will do!" You reply before you turn around and head out of your shared apartment.

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"Hey! (L/N)!"

You turn your head as you arrive to the bullpen. You smile as the eccentric Penelope Garcia raced up to you to give you a hug once you were down the stairs.

You graciously accepted the hug and turned to everyone else. "What did I miss?" You ask.

"Nothing much. Only Reid finally showing us another magic trick!" Penelope answered for everyone. Morgan chuckled and Reid blushed slightly. Emily was leaned slightly against Reid's desk, looking at you warmly.

"Seriously, he's really good." Emily affirmed. You chuckled and walked over in interest.

"Really now? Show me." You insist, standing in front of Spencer. He looked up at you and did a nervous chuckle.

"W-well your gonna have to turn around." He says, giving you an adorable michevious smirk.

"Oh come on-" you begin.

"He does this everytime, you'll get used to it." Emily adds, laughing slightly as she begins to turn around.

"Spencerrr… please? For me?" You asked, batting your eyes pitifully. You knew it would probably get you nowhere, but you could at lease try.

"No." He insisted.

"Pleaseeee!" You beg again, putting your hands in a clasped position. You even bended your knees slightly to add to the effect.

Instead of the immediate rejection, he pondered for a moment and stared at you.

"Come on kid, one person knows a magician's tricks. Let her be your protégé." Morgan suggests. You giggle and shook your head.

"No really, it's fine. You don't have to show me-" you begin to backtrack, not wanting to force Spencer into showing you.

"I'll do it. I-I mean… I have to find someone to pass my gifts onto." He chuckles, rubbing his neck a little nervously.

"Really?"

"Yeah!" He expressed.

Morgan raised an eyebrow and stifled a chuckle as he watched you two. He leaned over to Emily who had made her way over to where he stood and whispered into her ear.

Spencer then told everyone to turn their heads away except for you. Then he began to show you the way he made the mini bottle rocket. He wrapped his hands around yours and helped you with each step. The warmth of his hands spread to your cheeks, and the touch of them sent shivers down your spine.

"Then turn it upside down and…" Spencer instructed in a whisper, helping you to turn the cap upside down. You watched the foaming top for a few seconds, moving closer towards the unknowing danger of the cap. As soon as it began to jump up, Spencer pushed you back with an inaudible warning. You watched as the bottle skyrocketed and flew fast Hotch's ear. Through this, his hand clutched as your shoulder and refused to leave it.

"Reid, I thought I told you not to do that." Hotch warned.

Reid's face grew a little brighter with embarrassment. You didn't know what came upon you then, but you stood up and gulped. "It-it was me. He taught me and I shot it. Sorry sir." You insisted.

Hotch's lips pulled into a slight smile as he looked back towards you. He didn't say anything afterwards, but you knew he was just teasing you both. "Meet up in the confrence room in five minutes, we have another case." He says after he cleared his throat. You nodded with a cheerful smile and put your bag in your chair. You glanced to Spencer, flashing him a gentle smile before you turned to enter the conference room.

You entered the room and took your seat, taking the tablet out that Garcia had given you before. "So what do we have?" You asked.

"We have what is assumed to be over a dozen bodies killed with different MO's and different stages of aggression. The only thing that links them are the DNA from one or both of these suspects; Jensen and Sam Westchester. And boy do they have long records. That's why we were able to find their DNA matches so quick." Penelope answered.

Spencer took a seat beside you, causing your heart to skip just slightly. "How come we don't have these men yet? Why do they need our help?" You ask.

"We need to apprehend them. And get a confession. The Kansas state court system has been known to be unpredictable. Sometimes evidence is enough, other times they get off with a warning and community service." Hotch answers.

"At least they do that." Morgan grumbled. "How come we don't have these guys yet? Are they that slick?"

"Unfortunately yes. They are like Houdini when it comes to busting out of prisons and facilities. The last prison they were held in, one up in Ohio, said they were able to escape through knocking out a guard and switching clothes with him. They were in for a robbery charge." Penelope continued.

"So why escalate to murder? Unless these murders were scattered." You ask.

"They are. Over 15 years worth. It looks like they could maybe have more." Spencer spoke up, looking over the picture of one of the more recent bodies.

"It's quite possible. After all, Harold Shipman managed to get away with 218 proven murders. But they think he could've done as many as 250." You answer, sharing a serial killer fact you found interesting.

"So we just need to profile these boys and figure out the motive. And if we apprehend them, keep them apart." Emily points out.

"Why do you say that?" Rossi asks.

"If you notice the trend in each of these escapes, they only manage to escape when in contact with the other. In the prison they had time to be able to see one another and formulate a plan. Even when in questioning they were able to get notes to each other."

"Then we'll have to split up and get seperate confessions. These two are brothers, and neither seem to fit the submissive type.' Hotch explains.

"Two alpha males killing for seemingly no reason for half their lives. This'll be easy to get them to confess and rat out their partner." You say sarcastically.

"We have to try. Wheels up in thirty." Hotch announces, standing up and leaving the room.

You sigh and pick up the tablet. "Garcia, can you go ahead and check more than just their juvie records? I wanna have a list of information I can pick from for the profile. Possibly pinpoint some areas of their lives that lead to this behavior." You ask.

"Oh, but of course Queen! I'll get straight on that. But most of it will probably be sealed." She warned.

"Unseal those records Garcia. Anything that can help us." Morgan interjects as he grabs his bag and he too leaves the conference room. Garcia nods to him and quickly clicks her heels as she leaves the room. You sigh and pick up your things as you prepare to get onto the jet.

"You didn't have to defend me."

"Hm?" You ask, turning to look at Spencer. "Oh, you mean the rocket-thingy?" You clarify. "I was the one to beg you to teach me. Let's just be happy it didn't hit him in the head." You giggle. Spencer looked at you intently for a few moments before he nodded and turned his head away silently. Although it caused you to be uncertain, you brushed it off and walked out to your desk to grab your things.

As you grab your bags, you feel the small raised bulge in your pocket. You remember the caramel apple pops and smile. At least you could enjoy one of these on the way to deal with a pair of serial killers. Fun.

You pulled the sucker from the wrapper and popped it into your mouth, beginning your trek out to the jet. As you begin to walk towards the elevator, you notice a pair of hazel eyes following you. You feel a slight burning sensation on the back of your neck and your cheeks as you realized. He looked away once he noticed you were staring back.

Was he really staring, or was he just spacing out? You hoped it was the former. You were practically begging and praying for it to be. But you knew you'd never be that lucky.

As you began walking, you heard a jumble of feet behind you and the jingle of things inside a bag getting tossed around. "(Y/N!)" You heard. You widened your eyes and turned around, glad no one besides Spencer had been behind you.

"Spencer! You can't just call me by my first name right now!" You hissed.

"S-sorry, I just wanted to apologize if I sounded upset with you. I… I find it honorable that you tried to defend me. No one really does." He explained. You felt your heart melt a little.

"Spencer… I didn't think that in the slightest." You knew you were lying, but it was going to make him feel better. Besides, it wasn't that big of a deal. "And if that last part is true then I'll be your legendary defender. Like Voltron!" You insist, already beginning to geek out in front of your workplace crush. Way to go, (Y/N).

"Voltron? What is that? Is it like Star Trek?" He asked, beginning to walk towards the jet with you. You widen your eyes at him and gasp playfully.

"You, haven't seen Voltron Legendary Defender? Okay, when we get back you HAVE to come over and watch it with me. Afterwards we can watch some documentaries." You insist, practically bouncing on your toes. Spencer looked over you and smiled, unable to tell you no.

"Sounds like a plan."

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searchingforbucky · 5 years ago

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Fic Recs (Part 12) :)

Welcome to the ABO fic rec list! I just want to clarify this is not for werewolf AUs, this is A/B/O dynamic. This also has been highly recommended and I’m so sorry it took me so long, i was struggling about whether or not to include the smuts that are like, no plot lol. But I decided I will, they will just be separated. The first part is stories that are not solely focused on smut, and the second set are ones where smut drives the story. Its super long, I hope you guys like it :)

Heart & Soul by @all1e23

Okay so I know everyones read this, and if you haven’t……do it right now. But I feel like I would burst into flames if I didn’t include this. This story, is absolutely one of the best things I’ve ever read. I would read it 51284823 times if I could. The relationship between these two, is just the burst thing. Theres no ulterior motive, he loves her and will do anything he can to protect her, she is learning to love and trust him. There is nothing more beautiful. Its a slow burn, but thats what it should be. It perfectly builds their relationship into what it is now, which is something that I can only hope to get. Allie is an artist with all of her works, but this one is just so special.

Better Like This by @simam12

You know what else this has besides Alpha!Bucky???? Detective Bucky and reader! Hell YEs !!!! This story is fantastic, I Absolutely LOVE this premise and the slowish build of their relationship. And the badass omega!!! YES!!!!! Supportive yet protective Bucky!!! yEs!!! God its just so good!

Step With Me by @kentuckybarnes

if you want a slow burn that is fantastically good and has fluff, and slight angst? Ohhhh buddy is this the one for you. I love the reader’s personality and Bucky’s patience. It makes the slow build to love so so worth it. This is a A/B/O story that is about more then sex. It being about the right to choose who to be with, when to be with them, and in what capacity, and its beautiful.

Just Try by @waiting4inspiration

Oh man, now this one, what a series. So action-packed, so many twists and turns, any time you think things have calmed down? NOPE somethings gonna hurt lol. But its just so, so good. And its long so it has a lot of time to build these wonderful characters and this universe and this family, I miss getting updates for this, I was always so excited to find out what happened. I always love stories where the female lead is really independent and strong. Its nice to see. Super, super well done, highly recommend. Also check out their fic The Red Cloak

Some Alpha by @propertyofpoeandbucky

God I am straight up in love with this story. Its actually about Chubby Alpha Bucky and Beta reader which is so cool and unique, it’s always so awesome to find for different and this fic it’s just like the thing for me. Their dynamic is so cute, you have independent beta reader, insecure and infatuated bucky, it just leads to a love that so pure and not guided by power complexes and its actually really plot twisty lol. Love it.

Pint Sized Protection Squad by @shy-violet-soul

You wanna read probably the cutest most tooth rotting fluff ever? Well this is it. This is absolutely the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, and its absolutely amazing. You get big protective bucky surrounded by pups and little babies being protective of the reader and bucky not knowing what to do, I cannot even begin to explain how close I got to legitimately squealing.

Bound To My Broken Soul by @captain-ariel-barnes

I love this one, I just really like stories that give a glimpse into the Winter Soldier. He is aggressively soft in this, which may be OOC but who cares I love it lol. You juts really feel for Bucky, you want to give him a hug and let him be happy. He is such a sweet boy who gets so much bad thrown at him :( anyways, super well done fic, absolutely loved it.

Not My Scent by @stevenssrogers

We love a jealous!bucky and possessive!bucky ! I love mutual pining stories too! And this is the cutest combination of them. Bucky is crushing hard on his girl, his girl is crushing hard on him back, are they gonna do anything about it? Of course not! Not until bucks jealousy overrides his common sense lol. This story is just really cute, really well done, and the dynamic between ALL of the characters is really fitting. (Im talking about Tony messing with Buck lol)

By Chance by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

My heart! My soul! This was, just, perfectly beautiful. So well balanced with emotion. It’s completely unrushed and captivating. The dynamic between bucky and threader is perfect, we need more independence and actually choosing to invest in a relationship instead of the author basically forcing them into one lol. SO awesome, and so well done.

Project lure by @itscaptainyoulittlemaggot

This one was so unique, and I really like the rawness of it. It represented the situation and subject really well, there was no romanticizing but it was still a beautiful story. super awesome. Broke and forced to choose between food and your suppressants, you sign up for a drug trial that promises a lifetime supply along with a fat pay check. However, all is not as it seems as you unwittingly become caught up in Hydra’s latest experiment

Did You Just Growl by @welldonebeca

This is a short but sweet, and funny Drabble. I love seeing protective Bucky with a crush, its adorable. It makes me want to wrap him up in a blanket and never let go. Love this.

Okay, so these are the smuts. its hard for me to fic rec smut, because I don’t know what to say other than its written well and its hot lol. SO I’m gonna include the summaries so you guys know what its about. I hope thats okay :)

Too Close by @theycallmebucky

Alpha!Bucky lends a hand to Omega!Reader during her heat. Hell yeah Bucky is a perfect alpha, the second I read the first line I was all in haha. We all know I love protective possessive bucky and ohhhhh baby is this a great example. He wants to help his girl, who isn’t really is girl lol. This one was really well written, detailed, and not rushed.

Accident or Fate? By @asirenscalling

This one is so cute. Its not smut with no plot, but It is over half smut id say. I don’t know what it is about like, weird fated get togethers that just automatically make a story a favorite, but it really does. I loved how this one isn’t like, we accidentally mated so lets just tough it out, like they had this genuine connection. The sun was nice too if you know what I mean lol. One morning you, an omega, wake up next to the an alpha you only met the night before with a bonding mark on your neck. What are you going to do now?

Comfort by @thottybarnes

This one I loved because there was just this awesome dynamic between the characters. You see them before the smut, and he really just cares for the reader, he wants her to be okay and happy and this smut wasn’t driven by anything other than wanting to make his girl feel good. Jealous/possessive Bucky comforts you, his (not yet) omega that is struggling with the results of a recent mission.

Animals Awaken by @221bshrlocked

This one isn’t mainly smut, but its filthy lol, so I needed to add it here haha. Really good though, I loved the sort of enemies to lovers vibe, its all about that sexual tension yo! Bucky forgets to take his suppressants in time during a mission with you. You offer your help but he rejects, afraid that he’d hurt you because it’s his first rut since decades. And well, you know the rest. Also check out the start of their other fic called Thought You Were Mine

The Chase by @firewolf-marvels

This one is really cool, I like the thriller aspect of the first part, and then you find out that its like, a thing in their relationship. It really sets up the dynamic of their relationship well. Werewolf AU. You’re being chased and it ends up getting heated

Alpha by @misssavenger

You go into heat earlier than you had anticipated. This one is basically all smut, but that doesn’t mean its not good! Its really good! And sweet, and really well written. I love the fact that Bucky didn’t want to take advantage of her, but they’re meant to be together so its okay lol.

Alpha, Please by @welldonebeca

This one is super good, and its an Omega!Bucky!! So Cool! Bucky experiences his first heat after being held captive for so long. You help him, and you finally mate.

Do You Want To Have An Alpha by @welldonebeca

Here they are again with another awesome unique pairing, this one is Beta!Reader. When you confess to Bucky that you’ve never been with an Alpha, he offers to show you what it feels like.

And even though I know its not Bucky, theres this really awesome Alpha!Chris Beck story by @after-avenging-hours called Stardust that I HIGHLY recommend.

I hope you all love these fics as much as I do! :)

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luckycloud808 · 4 years ago

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weird asks that say a lot from @julietgiulia

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? Coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? Chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? Neither

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Shy, conscientious, perfectionist

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? Glasses

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? All contributors

7. earbuds or headphones? Earbuddies :)

8. movies or tv shows? Movies

9. favourite smell in the summer? Hot soil, flowering plants, fruit and needle trees, post rain, towel after ocean swim, wind through car window driving through forest(ed highway)

10. game you were best at in p.e.? Hockey, soccer, california kickball, high jump and arm hang?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? Usually oatmeal or millet with omegas, fruit and oat milk or avocado bagel with black pepper and nutritional yeast

12. name of your favourite playlist? A nice mix for ness

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring

14. favourite non-chocolate candy? Licorice, candied fennel or anise seeds

15. favourite book you read as a school assignment? Les miserables, The thief lord, The cellist of Sarajevo - off the top

16. most comfortable position to sit in? Slumpy posture, one leg over or under the other, knee tuck or apple sauce

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? Hiking boots or black sambas

18. ideal weather? Sunny after rain a little windy

19. sleeping position? No pillow usually on my left or on my back or front with one leg bent

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? Notebook or notes app

21. obsession from childhood? Fairies and making homes

22. role model? Opa

23. strange habits? Not sure what qualifies as strange

24. favourite crystal? Not really into them but maybe jade or quartz

25. first song you remember hearing? I turned out a punk or something by Joe Strummer

26. favourite activity to do in warm weather? Backpacking

27. favourite activity to do in cold weather? Cuddling, snowy adventuring, dancing

28. five songs to describe you? Hazel (bob dylan), Planted a thought (arthur russell), Junie (solange), Corridor of dreams (the cleaners from venus), Even cowgirls get the blues (emmylou harris)

29. best way to bond with you? Quality time, presence, care, spontaneity / silly curiousity

30. places that you find sacred? Oma and Opa’s yard and greenhouse, forest, Veluwe, ocean

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? Floral dress, nice earrings with sambas and sweatshirt or hiking boots, wool socks and over shirt, with shorts and tank top

32. top five favourite vines? Fresh avocado is the only one that comes to mind

33. most used phrase in your phone? Yay sweet and or That’s funny

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? Can’t think of any

35. average time you fall asleep? 2am

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? Probably one of those justgirlythings ones here or Fb I have no idea

37. suitcase or duffel bag? Suitcase

38. lemonade or tea? Tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? Lemon tart

40. weirdest thing to ever happen to you at your school? High school - Maybe bear spray yoe evac? authority figure telling me what I was wearing was inappropriate? psych teacher crying in class? Post sec - Tiktok famous boy makes a tiktok of me knitting in psych class? boy crushing steals my textbook just to get me to go to his car so he can return it to me?

41. last person you texted? Daisy 🌼

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? BOTH

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? Hoodie

44. favourite scent for soap? Rose, patchouli, rosemary, lavendar, mint, etc.

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? Fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? Naked

47. favourite type of cheese? Cashew cheese or if I could brie

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? White nectarine but there are so many to try!

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “She walked with her entire body as if to gain momentum for an event in which her entire body would participate.” - Anaïs Nin (A spy in the house of love)

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? Probably my kid best friend

51. current stresses? Health issues, unstable income

52. favorite font? Freight rn

53. what is the current state of your hands? Coffee shakes

54. what did you learn from your first job? Hundreds of PLU’s, how to pack groceries, how messy and wasteful people are, that everyone should have to do a customer service job in their lifetime, how really great and awful people are, that I shouldn’t let other people’s stresses make me feel like I should be stressed, that quitting is good sometimes

55. favourite fairy tale? The six swans, Vasalisa the wise, Baba yaga, Bluebeard, Rumpelstiltskin, The red shoes, The velvet ribbon, Goldilocks and the three bears, and many many more

56. favourite tradition? Writing letters and cards, dressing up for halloween, celebrating birthdays

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? Eating disorder, depression and heartbreak (although these are things I still need to keep being overcome)

58. four talents you’re proud of having? Writing, taking notes, learning about my body, feeling for what resonates

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? Heyo, how bout that!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? Nausicaä of the valley of the wind (hayao miyazaki)

61. favourite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? Recently found on my Tumblr feed from a book waiting on my shelf: “I want to believe, walking those aimless nights, that I was praying. For what I’m still not sure. But I always felt it was just ahead of me. That if I walked far enough, long enough, I would find it–perhaps even hold it up, like a tongue at the end of its word.” - Ocean Vuong (On earth we’re briefly gorgeous)

62. seven characters you relate to? In no particular order, not long thought out: 1) Sabina (A spy in the house of love), 2) Elio (Call me by your name), 3) Patti (Just kids), 4) Sally (The ruby in the smoke), 5) Camille (Un amour de jeunesse), 6) Dani (Midsommar), 7) Orla (Derry Girls)

63. five songs that would play in your club? I follow rivers - the magician remix (lykke li), JA! (bizzey), Gasolina (daddy yankee), Nice for what (drake), This must be the place - naive melody (talking heads) / love my way (psychedelic furs)

64. favourite website from your childhood? Myscene, Club penguin - those free gaming websites

65. any permanent scars? A few on my face from tables and my dog, one on my knee from flip flops on a boat launch, a few burns here and there that probably aren’t permanent

66. favourite flower(s)? Always changing, echinacea and yellow roses rn

67. good luck charms? Change on the ground, nice earrings, well worn shoes, spotting flowers or animals

68. worst flavour of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? Cream of mushroom

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? Popped in my head, maybe not the most fun - the flower bud in the centres of apple tree fruiting spurs make the king fruit (the biggest and best apple from each spur) and if you pick the king blossom then all the surrounding blossoms will be bigger and better

70. left or right handed? Right

71. least favourite pattern? Galaxy?

72. worst subject? Economics

73. favourite weird flavour combo? Miso and apple, blueberries and coconut curry, orange juice and beer (I don't know if its really possible to find a “weird” combo maybe it’s more like “not found in my culture”)

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? 5 if 0 is no pain (I don't think I’ve been above 8.5)

75. when did you lose your first tooth? No idea

76. what’s your favourite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? Gnocchi or boerenkool

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? Flowering plants

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? Station coffee

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? School id

80. earth tones or jewel tones? Earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? I don't think I have much experience with either

82. pc or console? I cannot either way

83. writing or drawing? This is my kryptonite question

84. podcasts or talk radio? Podcasts if I had to choose

84. barbie or polly pocket? Polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? Mythology (stories are linked more)

86. cookies or cupcakes? Cookies

87. your greatest fear? My health issues keep accumulating and getting worse forever

88. your greatest wish? My health issues resolve

89. who would you put before everyone else? Myself, Suzmom or Marleymoon

90. luckiest mistake? Choosing mini school, don't regret it but maybe not the best decision

91. boxes or bags? Bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? Sunlight and rocksalt lamps

93. nicknames? Ness, nessie, nessa, bean, bear, benjamin, kindje, sweet pea

94. favourite season? Late spring or late summer

95. favourite app on your phone? Flo, Spotify, Google maps, notes, weather, find my

96. desktop background? Santa Catalina Island off the coast of Southern California

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? 7+

98. favourite historical era? I love revolutions and renaissances but all of em have hard times and good times

#questions #mine

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Immune Heart; Chpt.1

The World Today

Prologue

15 years later....

The soft sounds of the forest drew me out of sleep. Opening my eyes, I was greeted with the sight of the branches of the trees covering up most of the dim gray sky. Turning to my left, I saw Jimin still sitting against the tree as he scanned the surroundings, where I left him hours before. He was all grown up now. His hair fell across his structured face, and his shoulders were more full than they were when we were young.

"What time is it?" My voice broke the silence and his gaze shifted towards me. "It's about four maybe." I sat up and rummaged through my backpack. Finding my water bottle, I took a small sip. "We can make it to Diaborough right before trading starts if we leave now." I say to him as I put on the jacket that was draped over me. Jimin nods and stands up, placing his rifle to the side of him. He stretches as I pack up and we put out the embers of our campfire. I slung my larger gun (I think it's an AR-15 or something) over my shoulder with my pack. Jimin picked up his rifle and carried it with him.

We walked in complete silence as the forest slowly got lighter around us. It wasn't uncommon for us not to speak. We trekked through the wilderness on high alert. Each time Jimin thought he heard something behind us, he would bring me a little closer. He was always more cautious than I was.

There was two hours of walking in silence before we broke through the tree line. It was a little brighter, but not much. The sky was usually in a constant overcast creating a dim gray light below the clouds. We could see the scattered buildings of Diaborough about two miles away. "About forty minutes to walk and then we can rest before the stalls open." Jimin said looking at the horizon. I nodded and then moved forward, Jimin following me. My mind wandered to trading as we walked.

On average there were going to be about seven stalls open. Most would be produce and extra materials. We would probably have to pay under the table for more ammunition or look in the black market. We have about ten batteries, four blankets, and probably some lose parts somewhere that could be worth something.

Since the Purification started the world has gone into shambles. Homes destroyed. Economy crashed. Everything shut down. Almost all electricity shut off and few people had running water. Some people stayed on the move, like us, and some stayed put and tried to brave the harsh times. A currency system went out the window and we had to trade and barter for most things now. A few big rebellion organizations still paid in money, but only if you were personally contacted.

"Tate. We're here." Jimin's arm draped itself across my shoulder. The touch brought me out of my thoughts. We walked through the streets of what used to be a town. A few people littered the streets, some setting up shop, some probably finishing up a night watch, and a few drunkards just wandering about. This was no unusual sight. Most places were like this now.

Jimin and I walked up to a vender who had already set up her wares. "Welcome to Diaborough. Although there is not much to welcome to. What can I do for you strangers?" The woman said. Her voice was raspy and her layered clothes, old and worn.

"What can we get for 3 batteries and ten pieces of scrap copper?" A bright smile set on her face. Jimin was busy scanning the area. He kept close by me while I made the deal. "I can give you two cans of food, a water spigot, and one loaf of bread." She presented her offering on the table. I nudged Jimin and motioned to the table. He scanned the objects and then looked at me. He motioned with his fingers and then whispered something in my ear, his hot breath fanning over my cheek. He quickly turned back away and continues surveying the crowd now beginning to form.

"Are you kidding? Do you know how rare copper is? We should at least be getting three cans of food for my price." She looked a little on edge that I wouldn't take her deal. "But young lady, that's why I gave you the water spigot. For travelers like yourselves it is very-" "Yes, we understand that, but this is the last of our copper and we know we can barter it for something more somewhere else." Jimin once again placed is arm protectively over my shoulder and we started to walk away.

"Wait!"

I smirked and turned back around with an innocent smile. "I'll give you two bags of rice and a single piece of information on anything you ask for." Jimin nodded to me. "We'll take your deal." She looked relieved. She put our suppiles in a burlap sack and Jimin took it and exchanged it for our promised price.

"Your friend sure doesn't talk much does he." She said glancing nervously at Jimin. "He is just very protective." She smiled lightly. "What do you want to know?" Jimin looked around and took note of the people near. Pulling me closer, he said in his low soft voice, "Where are Diaborough's underground venders?" A couple of heads turned our way and I reached for the knife under my jacket slowly. The woman brought us in closer. "Oh. The black market. Go down to the docks. Warehouse 47. Just don't tell anyone what you saw there. Nefarious things happen there and I don't want to be part of them."

We nodded and took our supplies. Jimin let go of me and we walked side by side. "You don't have to do that you know." I said quietly. He didn't look over at me, only ahead surveying the crowds. "Do what?" We turned down an alley way and I walked in front of him, leading the way. "You know what I mean. I'm not a child or some flower that needs to be preserved." I said stepping over trash.

With out warning, Jimin had me pinned against the wall. "Tate. We don't know that. What about what happened that night?" His brown eyes bore into me with urgency and concern. "Jimin, I don't want to talk about it." I said trying to get out of his grip. "Tate we will have to talk about it eventually. No one has ever been rejected by an Injector like you have. That means something, Tate." We held a stare for a minute and his grip softened, now gently holding my wrists. "Fine. Until we find out for sure. You can treat me like a damn daisy. Just don't baby me. I could kill you in your sleep." I gave him a smirk over my shoulder as I walked away. "Oh you wouldn't do that to your child hood bestfriend." His melodious laugh filled the small alley as he chased after me.

Soon after we reached the the docks. Rows of warehouses lined the cement strip that dropped off into the bay. "Come on. There is bound to be ammunition somewhere in here." Jimin said. We stood outside the bunker labeled 47. "It's a bigger city, so we don't know what we'll see. Just keep your eyes on ammunition." I nodded and opened the small side door of the warehouse. The stench came first, then the noise. We were surrounded by venders packed together in one large place. Every where I turned there was some table with some dangerous or illegal thing on it. There were four lifted platforms in the building. Each had about forty feet of clear space around them, for people to stand. Usually merchants auctioned large objects off on the stages. Anything from livestock to human labor.

I looked across the tables scanning for ammo and weapons. Maybe a fake ID or two. Those always come in handy. I found a table across from one of the platforms. It had bullets, shells, and a couple of good knives along with some dinky knick knacks.

Jimin was at another table close to me, looking at assorted metal objects. "How much ammunition can I get for thirteen pieces of brass scrap and 4 batteries?" The filthy looking man looked up at me. The sight must have been amusing. My almost small frame being swallowed by my beloved jacket and the pack on my shoulders. "Well, I can give you eleven rounds and two knives of your choice." My eyes fell to a rather decorated wooden box in the corner of the table.

"What's that?" The man cracked a chipped tooth smile. "Well it's an item quite rare nowadays. But for a pretty little thing like yourself, I'll substitute it for one of the knives." He motioned for me to see what was in the box. I picked it up gingerly an opened the lid. Inside were the most vibrant and juice filled strawberries I had ever seen. I couldn't even remember the last time I had fresh fruit. "Deal." The man chuckled delight and took my trade. I chose a knife and took my box, knife, and ammunition. I turned to find Jimin next to me casually listening to the auction.

"You never could resist something hidden or sweet." He said without looking at me. We walked to the edge of the crowd around the stage. "Well what did you get, Mr.Park." He chuckled as I turned to him. "I got a 'new' pot, a couple of razors, and I managed to find some luxury lady items you might need." He said the last part with a chuckle. I elbowed him in the side. "What kind of auction is this anyway?" I still faced him, as he started to hand me the bag of things he got, his eyes still on the stage. "I think it's human labor. Probably some poor souls they took off the streets forced to be sold." I turned to the stage and watched the auctioneer announce the next sale. "Next, another fine worker. He's a strapping young boy about the age of twenty two. His starting bid is 20 brass pieces. Come on, you piece of shit. Get up here."

The man dragged a boy with shaggy brown hair and tattered, old, dirty clothing up on stage. His hands were bound and his head hung low, but you could see the dirt and bruises that lay painfully on his face.

"20 brass pieces for human life, what is this world-"

A glint of silver dangling around his chest caught my eye. It wasn't as clean as I remembered but it looked an awful lot like the necklace that my brother wore the night we tried to escape. It couldn't be. The pendant must be similar, that's all. "Sale number seventy one: Kim Taehyung. Age: Twenty two-"

It seemed the whole room lost all sound after that name was called. My eyes could only be fixed on the figure wearing my brother's necklace. The boy lifted his tear stained face. No it can't be. I saw him flung into a tree. The force would have killed an adult let alone a child. Was looking at the beaten face of my brother?

"Taehyung....."

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