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reiderwriter · 4 days ago

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A Dream, A Kiss, A Wire

A (very late) submission for @imagining-in-the-margins Undercover challenge!!

Prompts: Character is surprised when their undercover partner is *very* good at pretending to be in love with them. “It’s just acting.” / “So you can make your heart race like that on command?”

Warnings: mentions of case details (bombing/ arson), mainly fluff

A/N: I don't know when the last time I posted fluff was, but I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you all enjoy it! I'm trying to post more regularly once a week now, so hopefully, I'll have something else for you next Sunday~

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Two months of undercover work was probably standard in the FBI. You hadn't exactly been in the FBI that long, obviously, or in any job too long for that matter, being pretty fresh from a decade in academics, but you were a hard worker, and you got work done.

But your undercover work with the BAU wasn't exactly what you would call work.

You woke up in the morning, cooked breakfast for your fake husband, went to your pilates class with the other neighborhood wives, went to your fake job, and then went back to your fake home where you publicans flirted with your fake husband outside for an hour or two to make your real neighbors believe in your fake relationship.

So that hopefully, one of them would attempt to blow you up.

With three “accidental” house fires in the neighborhood in the last year, and insurance company who'd been investigating potential fraud in the area had tipped off the BAU of a possible undiscovered arsonist, though you'd quickly deduced as a team that your unsub was likely a bomber instead.

A few months of surveillance, and then the gradual introduction of pairs of agents into the neighborhood under heavy cover, and here you were.

Making your fake husband pancakes.

Spencer emerged into the kitchen to one of his favorite views in recent months. You'd been the first pair put in, the one most likely to get attention quickly, the team had said. He watched as you hummed along to the morning radio, stacking up piles of pancakes and dancing along as you cooked.

You looked happy.

The concept of pretending to be married hadn't sat well with Spencer at first. He was never the greatest actor, and his last attempt at cover with Cat Adams hadn't exactly lasted too long. He was two months in now, sure, but he owed most of that to you.

Every time he'd blundered, you'd been there to help him out.

You'd suggested working on the garden together at the weekend to show off your effective communication as a couple. He'd let you feed him strawberries and sprayed you with the water hose, causing a water fight the neighborhood kids had politely asked to be included in.

You'd also been the one to request weekly flower bouquets, preferable from the local florist, just so everyone could see how dedicated he was to his wife. You'd sneezed heavily into the first few bouquets, and he'd requested mainly tulips, roses, and carnations after that when your nose looked a little red.

You'd also been the one to hook your legs around his waist in the swimming pool in your back yard - in clear view of at least 5 neighbors houses - and angle your head just so, inspiring pats on the back from a few heavy handed husbands at the neighborhood barbecue the week after.

That was all to say, Spencer thought you were an incredible actor.

Until that morning, when you'd rolled over in the bed you shared after waking up and kissed him full on the lips as you groggily said good morning, before padding off to the bathroom to take your morning shower.

If Spencer hadn't been awake before then, he definitely was after. It was like every cell in his body jolted at the touch of your lips. You'd zapped him with a lightning bolt, then walked off so casually he didn't even have the time to question you.

By the time he stood to follow, the sounds of the shower were already pronounced alongside his own heartbeat.

It took the best part of the morning to remind himself that this was just work. You were just acting, and you'd gotten into the role.

“And don't forget to head to the dry cleaner today in your way home from work, I dropped off some summer dresses last week and your other work blazer and they called twice yesterday to say they were done-”

He listened to you happily telling him what to do as he ate his pancakes, responding where you wanted him to respond, and being a generally agreeing husband, all the while thinking about how your lips felt pressed against his.

He thought as well about the way your body felt against his. You'd been sharing a bed for two months, and obviously, you'd ended up tangled in one another more than once. He'd never let himself think about it as any more than an extension of work before that morning, though. Part of the cover.

And now he felt the contours of your body matched his in a way that made the tips of his ears pink.

His eyes - and attention - must've slipped away from where you thought they'd ought to briand you looked at him with a questioning glance.

“Spencer?”

“Hmm? Yes, dry cleaning and visit Tara at the bank. Anything else?” he asked, begging you to say nothing about where he'd just been caught looking.

“No. You got everything. Well, just make sure you wash up the breakfast pots on the way out, I'm leaving for pilates now.”

Without another word, Spencer watched you grab your car keys from the basket in the foyer, directly down the hall from his seat at your kitchen island, and felt a sense of dread.

He couldn't let you go again without asking you about the kiss, his body screamed at him, though his mind begged him to be rational.

His body seemed to win out rather quickly, as he called after you just as you opened the front door.

“Wait,” he said, jogging to catch up with you before he pulled you into his arms. The memory of the pool filled his thoughts to the point where he could almost smell the chlorine, the tips of his ears aflame with the sensation of your breath against his skin.

You tried to relax into his hug, knowing that a few of your neighbors were already outside, getting their cars ready to go to work. “Spencer,” you whispered, “What are you doing?”

His eyes flicked to your lips as he thought about just kissing you then and there. But the almost worried look on your face had him loosening his grip slightly, losing his resolve.

Luckily, the shame at his loss of self-control made his head drop slightly, just enough to catch the translucent wire centimetres from your foot glare in the sunlight.

At the worst possible time for Spencer Reid, you'd had your biggest break in the case in months.

...

A week later, you were you again and on the jet with colleagues you hadn't fully been able to interact with in months. Of course, you'd seen them all about the neighborhood, and you laughed and joked about it now that you were going back to your real lives.

“I swear to the almighty himself, if Joy ever suggests putting me in one of those old people's homes really, I want you to just take me out back and shoot me,” Rossi complained, swearing off slippers and bingo for the foreseeable future.

“You had company at least,” Luke muttered, having been confined to a small apartment on the upper side of the neighborhood that coincidentally housed all their surveillance equipment.

“Speaking of company, how was married life?” Emily joked, elbowing Spencer in the side from her seat next to him.

“It was… it was good,” he said, taking a sip of water from his bottle and avoiding all eye contact from everyone.

“Okay…. Y/N, what about you? What was Spencer like as a husband?”

You looked nervous as Spencer finally found it in himself to look at someone else again, desperately avoiding Emily's probing gaze.

“It was…. Nice. To switch off for a while. Not think too much, just…. Pretend?”

“Really? It was hard for me to get into character, and I lived alone. You and Spencer had to keep up a double act,” Luke laughed and shook his head, and Spencer found the ensuing silence more than a little awkward.

“I don't know, I just think it was kind of nice,” you said after too long of a pause. “Living with someone again. Less lonely, you know?”

Some sad smiles flicked your way in sympathy, then out the window, and you found yourself looking up at Spencer directly across from you and smiling shyly.

“Maybe I should start dating again,” you sighed under your breath when no one else was listening. But Spencer was listening. Spencer was always listening to you.

Two days in the office working late on paperwork and research was all Spencer could handle before he started asking questions.

Two hours into overtime, the moon was out, and the light in the office had dimmed just enough for the majority of the light in the room to be coming from your computer screen and desk lamp.

Spencer watched you casually, quick to look away any time you looked up at him, the feeling of his eyes burning into you, alerting you to his attention.

After a few minutes of looking up just as he looked away, you sighed in resignation and confronted him.

“What is it, Spencer?”

“Hmm? No, um… nothing,” he said, fumbling his pencil so it fell to the ground. He stood and retrieved it before hesitating and taking a step closer to your desk.

“You're really good at your undercover work, you know?” He said with a cute smile, leaning on the side of your desk as you looked up at him.

“What does that mean?” you asked, suddenly on edge. Spencer didn't usually pay you compliments, and you'd hoped to completely drop the topic of the cover completely after you'd landed and closed the case.

“I don't know, it's just… it seemed like you put a lot of yourself into it.”

“It was work. I put a lot of myself into everything I do. Work is included in that.”

“Work…” he said, nodding. He almost turned around and walked away. Almost.

“You kissed me that morning, you know?”

It didn't come out loud, but it resonated around the empty room anyway as you felt your heartbeat faster.

“You were awake?” You squeaked out before you could stop yourself, suddenly looking up Spencer with pleading eyes as you willed him to tell you he was joking.

“Yes, I was- hold on, you thought I was asleep? You kissed me because you thought I was asleep?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“It was just something… I didn't think, and-”

“Y/N, I kissed you back. Why did you think I was asleep?”

“Well, you didn't kiss back hard enough if I hardly noticed, did you?” you pouted, trying to go back to your work, but finding yourself with a brain so blank you couldn't even pretend to type. “I was acting, Spencer. I just.. got too into it, I suppose.”

“Y/N, look at me please,” Spencer pleaded, but you kept your head stubbornly turned away.

You felt his eyes on you, heard him take a step closer. Then another. You felt him loom over you, saw his hand come to rest beside yours on your desk.

Finally, you cracked.

“Spencer, I really don't think-” you stood and faced him, and immediately regretted both actions.

You'd shared a bed for two months, but this was definitely the closest you'd ever gotten. You could practically taste Spencer. You stood almost attached at the hip, his mouth not even inches from your own, but centimetres.

His forehead practically rest against your own, and he clutched your waist for balance, bringing you in closer.

You were stunned into silence, and when he grabbed your wrist in his hand and looked down at it in silence for a minute, you stood with baited breath for him to do something, anything else.

“The average resting heart rate for someone your age and activity level is around 75 beats per minute. I estimate yours is currently between 112 and 115. Are you acting now, too?”

You almost wanted to pull away and pout, but before you could do anything with your bottom lip, he'd claimed it with his own. His kiss was soft and delicate but intentional. His second was bolder, harder, and invasion of all your senses as he cupped your chin in his hand and lifted it just a little higher, pressing his tongue between your lips as he begged for permission.

A small moan granted him everything he wanted, as his hands sparked up your skin.

When he finally pulled away, not far enough to be out of your reach yet, your pants filled the air, syncopated as you breathed each other in and out.

“Let's keep acting. Just for now,” he gasped, whispering in your ear as he stroked your cheeks.

“Please,” he whispered as he once again claimed your lips.

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lovebugism · 10 months ago

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Hiii can i request shy reader whos anxious about different things? I have weird anxiety lol that makes it hard for me to eat in front of people until im comfortable around them. Can i request reader x Steve who have been dating for a while and she tries to avoid eating around him, but she finally gets comfortable and Steve is just so happy, thank you!!

hope you like it angel :D — steve takes care of his anxious gf at a family barbecue (established relationship, hurt/comfort ish, cw for mentions of anxiety and unexplained issues with food | 1.1k)

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The picnic table in Steve’s backyard is hardly big enough for all of you. Even when Max and El agree to lay out on a blanket together some feet away — and when Lucas and Erica spontaneously decide to race each other to the pool — it’s still an achingly tight fit.

You, in particular, are sandwiched between two bodies much larger than yours. Eddie sits to your right, lacking any real concept of personal space, and Steve is off to your left. The latter keeps a strong arm around your back, hugging you closer to his chest every time the wild-haired boy accidentally knocks into you.

“Okay, me and Nance are getting something to eat,” Robin announces, standing suddenly from the table, visibly overstimulated from the constant conversation. Her eyes flit to your cowering form and then to Steve’s protective one. “You guys have fun with… this.”

It takes all of ten seconds for the others to follow behind them. Dustin and Eddie file through the Harrington family barbecue together, filling their decorative paper plates like they’re at an actual buffet. Mike and Will walk on pale, lanky legs around the yard — stopping once to talk to Max and El, then again by the pool with Lucas and Erica.

You and Steve are the only ones still sitting, but he hugs you to him like you aren’t.

You can feel the early summer breeze on your skin now, without the crowd of teenagers suffocating you. You can hear the whispering wind, and the gentle humming of his pool, and the sounds of quieter conversation in the distance. You can breathe again. Almost. Still slightly strangled by a distant worry that Steve can read from here.

“Are you hungry?” he wonders cautiously, ‘cause he knows how you are about food. You haven’t let him in on the extent of it yet, but he knows it’s there, so he’s obscenely patient with you accordingly.

You glance once over your shoulder — at the tables of grilled meat and food cooked with love. Your stomach rolls with a distant ache, an empty one. You turn back to Steve and shrink under the weight of his honey-eyed stare. “Um… Kinda,” you confess in a mousy voice, shifting on the wooden bench.

His eyes widen in a soft look of surprise. You usually take a little more coaxing than that.

“Want me to make you a plate?” he offers, squeezing your shoulder with a gentle hand. His pink lips quirk in a sympathetic smile. “We can take it up to my room if you want— get away from all these freaks.”

Your chest warms at his efforts to accommodate you. The way he loves you makes you brave.

“That’s okay,” you shrug, trying to be cool even though your voice trembles. “We can... We can stay down here.”

Steve’s chest swells with pride. It bubbles up like sunshine until he’s beaming with it.

It took you months to feel comfortable enough to eat in front of just him. And here you are now, utterly adored and finally brave enough to eat with all the rest of his shithead friends around.

“Yeah?” he hums, still smiling.

“Yeah,” you nod, gaze averted to your hands, which are wringing something fierce in your lap. You force a small laugh. “But it wouldn’t be, like, totally lame if I asked you to come with me, would it?”

Steve scoffs. “Like you even have to. I’m not let you get to the corndogs before me,” he jokes and rises from the creaking bench. “We’ll be lucky if Robin and Henderson don’t eat ‘em all first.”

He gets you laughing so you don’t think twice about meandering across the yard with him — about the eyes that are or are not watching you, or the weird way you are or are not walking.

And because he keeps you laughing (and largely unthinking), you end up stacking your plate with more food than Steve’s ever seen you eat in public before. He almost mentions it. Almost. But he opts to keep his pride to himself, instead, lest he ruin the moment.

You return to the picnic table with all his friends, noticeably less anxious about being so squished together than before.

And maybe it’s because Dustin and Eddie can’t eat anything without being sloppy — or maybe it’s because Will’s keeping you distracted with talks of his newest D&D campaign — but you down your food with more ease than Steve’s ever seen from you. Unworried about the crumbs sticking to your fingers and the very corner of your mouth. Completely and utterly comfortable here with him, and with everyone else around you.

The sight makes his heart swell.

It’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

He catches you alone for the first time when you’re tossing empty plates. It’s not exactly the most ideal spot to steal a kiss from you — by the deck, next to the garbage bins — but it’s the first either of you have been out of sight from prying eyes all day.

So, Steve takes the opportunity and grabs it. Literally. He cradles your wrist in a gentle hand and ushers you closer towards him. Your feet stumble in the tall grass. The tip of his nose brushes the bridge of yours, and you flinch.

“I taste like cheeseburger,” you laugh.

“I don’t care,” Steve shrugs, face screwed, visibly mourning your mouth. “I taste like barbecue. Who gives a shit?”

He ducks down to kiss you again. And this time, you let him.

He kisses you harder than you anticipated — a long and languid peck that takes your breath away. He tastes faintly of all the food he’d eaten before, something savory and strawberry sweet. It leaves you dizzy when he pulls away, lips smacking softly as they part.

“What was that for?” you wonder breathlessly a moment later.

Steve bounces his shoulder in a lazy shrug. His kissed lips quirk in a lopsided smile. “Nothin’. I’m just… I’m just proud of you, I guess.”

He doesn’t elaborate any further. He doesn’t have to. You cower at the notion of being perceived and scrunch your nose in disdain. “For being a normal person?” you joke with a cynical scoff. “For once?”

“No. For doing something that was hard for you,” Steve argues, still smiling. His hands rest warm and wide on the outside of your elbows. His thumbs rub softly along the skin there. “And for lookin’ real cute while you were doing it, too.”

You squint, trying hard not to smile at his smiling.

“Stop flirting with me,” you grouse.

The boy’s pink lips jut in a playful pout. “But why?” he whines. “That’s, like, my favorite pastime.”

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hamburgerndsprite · 3 months ago

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Sprite's Favourite Fics {Bangtan Fics} Part 2

(Also, all the moodboards are edited by me and therefore I request everyone not to repost them as theirs.)

[Masterlist]

[OT7]

{ONE SHOT}

➺ Hormonal by sm-entertain-me

Synopsis: Being pregnant is usually a wonderful experience as you are gifted with the ability to have a child with the love of your life, but you had no idea what kind of side effects would come along with it, let alone the new hormones racing through your body. (For argument’s sake, you’re about four months pregnant with their child so you have a tiny bump, not too big.) Contains: Smut, ot7 x (f) reader, pregnant sex, pregnancy hormones, adult language

➺ A Thousand Springs by minniepetals

— pairing: bts x reader — genre: angst, fluff, poly!au, historical!au, royalty!au — word count: 11.4k — warnings: poison consumption, talks of death, reader gains illness from poison that has the potential to take her life, injuries, hurt and comfort (happy ending) — summary: when poison threatens to take your life away from them, they only wish they had more time with you

{SERIES}

➺ Getting back into the swing of things by jellifysh

— pairing: ot7 x reader — genre: exes to friends to lovers / strangers to friends to lovers / light angst / fluff / slow burn / roommates au / polyamory — summary: Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

➺ Abundance by angelicyoongie

— pairing: hybrid bts x human f!reader — genre: fluff, angst, eventual smut — word count: 5.2k — summary: You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don't get along – but all want to stay with you. Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement.

➺ Safe and Sound by bearr02 [ONGOING]

Pairing: Hybrid! ot7 x f! Reader Chapters: 13 posted + drabble Genre: Fluff, angst, eventual smut, non-idol au, hybrid au, strangers to friends to lovers au Summary: You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

[KIM NAMJOON]

{ONE-SHOTS}

➺ Baby Fever by 95rkives

parings: bf!namjoon x fem!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, namjoon is in love wc: 1.7k summary: what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

➺ Enchanted by hueseok

pairing: namjoon x reader word count: 5.6k content: fluff | smut | little angst | harry potter au | established relationship au | domestic au | ft. husband!namjoon (and short dad!namjoon too hehe); wizard!reader Summary: being married for almost a year now, namjoon thinks it’s time for you and him to start trying to build your own family together. so, to introduce the concept to you as enticing as he can, he prepares a romantic and cozy date night where he intends to drop the idea to you, his lovely wife, unaware that when he does, he’ll be getting the biggest and most shocking news in his life.

[KIM SEOKJIN]

{ONE-SHOTS}

➺ Last Christmas by xjoonchildx

pairing: seokjin x reader word count: 9.0K genre: exes to lovers, smut, snark, snarky smut, extra snark summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong?

➺ Love Potion by btsinned

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader Genre: Fluff words: 5 k

➺ Syncope by ughseoks

— pairing; seokjin x reader — genre; fluff, a little angst — word count; 2.4k — warnings; description of blood being drawn, needles, fainting, unedited, jin is a sweetheart — summary; you decided to donate blood for the first time, and your nurse is... really cute, to put it nicely. it’s just too bad you had to go and embarrass yourself by fainting in his arms.

➺ Wash 'n Dry by seokoloqy

➳ PAIRING: seokjin x y/n ➳ GENRE: college!au, RA!seokjin ➳ WORD COUNT: 1.1k ➳ WARNING: mentions of smut, the worst pickup line ever ➳ SUMMARY: The one where Seokjin is the cute RA who catches you doing laundry at 1 AM and you both have time to kill.

➺ Daydream by joonie-beanie

Pairing: Jin x Reader Genre: Smut Words: 8,240 Summary: Your literature professor has a bit of a...gift. A gift that let’s him see other peoples thoughts when he wants to. And despite the fact that he warns his class openly about this gift, one day you forget, and find yourself in a bit of pickle when Kim Seokjin reads your mind, and finds you imagining some not so school appropriate scenarios...involving him.

[MIN YOONGI]

{ONE-SHOTS}

➺ Friendship Over by borathae

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader Genre: best friends to lovers!AU, Smut Summary: “You and Yoongi have been best friends for years and yet your friendship is build on perhaps the biggest misunderstanding on earth. You, totally into inexperienced guys, think that Yoongi steers away from romance because he is ace and therefore you keep quiet about your huge crush on him. While Yoongi, very eager to get sexy with you, thinks that you are only interested in experienced guys and therefore he sucks up his major crush on you. When one night, you accidentally run in on him touching himself to the thought of you, the foundation of your friendship crumbles irreparably and you are forced to make sense of the rubble.”

➺ Drabble by illegirl1

pairing: yoongi x reader Genre: established relationship!AU dad!yoongi + the pawful experience

➺ Arcades after dark by ughseoks

—pairing; yoongi x reader — genre; fluff, friends to lovers au — words count; 1.6k — warnings; none, just lots of fluff! — summary; you and yoongi had been best friends since the day you were born, nothing more. but when you sneak off to an arcade together in the middle of the night, sparks begin to fly.

➺ Bad Pranks by btsqualityy

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Established relationship, Temporary angst, fluff Warnings: The bad prank does involve faking a death and consequent discussions of death so please, don’t read this if that makes you uncomfortable. Summary: Yoongi’s reaction would be to his wife pulling a fake death prank on him.

➺ Drabble by 1rosex

Summary: Pranking him with a fake hickey Genre: Idk tbh 1% angst 99% fluff *Not smut but a lil suggestive* Pairing: Yoongi x reader

➺ Tsundere by dovechim

⇢ pairing: resident advisor! yoongi x reader, college au ⇢ word count: 11.2k ⇢ summary: according to the rumours, min yoongi is a bad apple- doesn’t take grades seriously, drinks as if he has two livers, a certified bad boy™. when you get paired up with him for a project, you’d never expect that someone like him would have a thing or two to teach you about life itself- and how it should be lived. ⇢ warnings: angst, smut

➺ Home by hyungieyoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Lawyer!Reader Genre: Fluff (literally nothing but domestic fluff) + dad!Yoongi + married au + one teensy tiny little suggestive/flirtatious comment, but nothing crazy Word Count: 1.0K

➺ Two Pink Lines by hyungieyoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Fluff + Valentine’s Day + Dad!Yoongi (more like Dad to be tee hee) + Pregnancy + Married AU Word Count: 590 this exists in the same universe as Home

➺ Never Enough by hyungieyoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: Fluff (literally some of the fluffiest content I have ever produced) + Dad!Yoongi + married and parent au + appearance by ot7 Word Count: 1.2K+ this exists in the same universe as Home

➺ Hiding by hobipost

pairing: yoongi x f. reader genres/tropes: established relationship; fluff; slight comedy words: 0.8k summary: Of course, the baby had to be Yoongi's son. Otherwise, why would he be a little prick? Just like his dad.

{SERIES}

➺ The Truth Between Us by Jimlingss and Gukyi

⇒ enemies to lovers au with various other au’s thrown in there ⇒ word count: 14k ⇒ genre: fluff, angst, drama ⇒ summary: a book deal should be the most exciting time of your life, but there seems to be a constant and omnipresent damper on your mood in the form of a certain min yoongi, who you would just cut out from your life, if he weren’t your editor. but then, the world shifts beneath your feet, and you begin to wonder if maybe you’ve always been looking at life from the wrong angle.

[JUNG HOSEOK]

{ONE-SHOTS}

➺ Madeleine {M} by kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Rating: 18 + (explicit sex - public, dirty talk) Word Count: 20,968 Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night thing. Just one, perfect night to remember forever. Life, it seems, has other plans.

➺ War & Peace by out-of-jams

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader Word Count: 9.9k Summary ↞ “Your rivalry with Jung Hoseok first began at the tender age of five, right after you’d beamed a cardboard box of crayons straight at his forehead. He’d bled and it’d later left behind a thin scar that sliced clean through his right eyebrow. You should’ve felt guilty, but you hadn’t. Still didn’t. He’d had it coming for trying to Compel you to hand them over anyway. And technically, you did hand them over. Just not in the way he’d probably wanted. At least, that was what you’d told the teacher after Hoseok had growled wildly at you from across the playroom table. But you know what they say; all’s fair in love and war.”

➺ Stolen Sweatshirts by ughseoks

— pairing; hoseok x reader — genre; fluff — words count; 1.1k — warnings; none — summary; hobi doesn’t mind when you steal his sweatshirts-- in fact, he loves it. however, he’s steadily running out of clothes, and it’s time for you to return some of his stuff.

➺ Evergreen by ughseoks

PAIRING; hoseok x reader x taehyung GENRE/AU; hallmark au, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, businessman!tae WORD COUNT; 30.4k SUMMARY; Kim Taehyung hates Christmas, and he has no doubt that this holiday season will bring the same feelings of dread and discomfort that they always do. But when he’s forced to spend time with a couple struggling to keep their beloved Christmas tree farm business afloat, he begins to realize that money and prestige aren’t the most important things in life after all—and that a little love can go a long ways.

➺ Lover by ughseoks

— pairing; hoseok x reader — genre/rating; romance, fluff / PG — word count; 1.3k — warnings; none, unedited — summary; you discovers that hoseok is in love with you upon finding a playlist named after you on his mp3 player.

[PARK JIMIN]

{ONE-SHOTS}

➺ Cherry Flavored by ppersonna

♡ pairing- park jimin x reader ♡ word count- 10.7k ♡ genre- fluff, smut, comedy ♡ summary- when a secret admirer begins to leave messages and treats on your desk at work, your mind runs wild with 'who-dun-it's. you'll stop at nothing to determine the identity.

➺ Call me baby by hueseok

pairing: jimin x reader word count: 12.3k content: fluff | light angst | smut | college au | friends to lovers au | roommates au | fake dating au | fic is written in first person point of view !! Summary: sparked by the will to help you turn an annoying situation into your favor, jimin pretends that he's your boyfriend. but what's supposed to be a one time thing happens more than once when you get invited to a party and he has to come with you, and suddenly unknown feelings start to reveal themselves and a platonic relationship begins to get pretty awkward.

➺ Perks by drowsymochi

PAIRING: park jimin x reader GENRE: mafia au, office au ish, everything? WORD COUNT: 1.8k SUMMARY: “Working has its perks.”

➺ Laundry Mishaps {M} by hobibliophile

Pairing: RA! Jimin x reader Word Count: 3.9k Warning: Smut, oh dear god Summary: You just wanted to do some laundry, but an encounter with the RA leads to a private session in his dorm room.

➺ Distracted by parkdatjimin

pairing: idol!jimin x reader W.c: 2.5k Genre: angst and fluff Summary: where reader is pregnant but their manager told her to not tell jimin since they are having 3 months tour and doesnt want jimin to get distracted by her.

➺ Cookies (M) by clouditae

Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: neighbors au | smut | oral | roleplay | swearing Word: 3.2k Summary: You made cookies, and it’s only fair to share it with your neighbors

➺ The Rooftop by mikrokosmoslove

Pairing: Jimin x fab! reader Genre: Smut, humiliation, dirty talk, slight degradation?, enemies to lovers. Summary: Jimin is a thorn in your side, and you hate his guts. But sometimes there's a thin line between hate and like.

➺ The Things He Did by smoljimjim

>Pairings: past bully!JJK x OC named Siri // ex-bf!PJM x Siri >Genre: slight angst, small bits of fluff >Word count: ~8900 >Description: Siri thought she did well avoiding her highschool bully, Jungkook, during her university life. Unfortunately for her, her roommate starts dating Jungkook's best friend. Now, Siri sees Jungkook more than she'd like. But is that really so bad? Has he grown up? Is he a better man? Can she forgive him for the things he did?

➺ Lover to lean on by sketchguk

➳ pairing: neighbor!jimin x florist!reader ➳ genre: neighbor AU, flower shop AU, smut, fluff, angst ➳ wc: 20k ➳ synopsis: for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. you’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course you’re bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. so on valentine’s day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.

[KIM TAEHYUNG]

{ONE-SHOTS}

➺ Until I Found Her by spideyjimin

⏤ pairing: football/soccer player!taehyung x female reader ⏤ genre: best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, angst, fluff, and smut ⏤ words: 17,145 ⏤ summary: taehyung is your best friend, he’s been part of your life for as long as you can remember. his love life is a complete chaos. there is only one girl he has truly ever loved. that girl is you. but how would things turn out when he finds out that you love him back?

➺ Consequences {M} by cupofteaguk

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader genre: hogwarts au, friends with benefits au | smut word count: 18k summary: according to Hogwarts tradition, the Head Girl is meant to serve as a role model of academic achievement, outstanding reputation, and having a honest, good, and hard-working personality. you have no trouble with that; however, you’re not too sure if (regularly) sleeping around with star Quidditch player Kim Taehyung is part of the rules.

➺ I'm Smitten by jimlingss

➜ Words: 4.1k ➜ Genres: 100% Fluff, Tsundere!AU, Police!AU ➜ Summary: You and Taehyung are hated for opposing reasons. It's not your fault that everything you say is a LIE! And it's not his fault that everything he says is the brutal truth. But what's worse is that Kim Taehyung can always see through you and he knows to twist your deception into honesties.

➺ Eight Weeks by jjungkookislife

↬ pairing: taehyung x f. reader, maknae line x reader ↬ genre: fluff, parent!au, ex-poly!au ↬ summary: Jimin and Jungkook take care of baby Eun-Ae while you and Tae struggle to leave her home to go out to lunch for the first time since she was born. ↬ wc: 1.3k

➺ Saving You by bebejungkook

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x yn ‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: Yandere au, ceo!taehyung, dilf!Taehyung. ‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Your very over protective husband finds out you’ve been kidnapped and he was going to take the matters into his own hands. ‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 1.7k ish

[ JEON JUNGKOOK]

{ONE-SHOTS}

➺ Drabble by hayjeon

Summary: where he and his mate have pups to take care of and they’re quite a mischievous bunch!

➺ You Make Me Begin by yukheii

genre & warnings: just another addition to the of pacifiers and patience collection; husband!jeongguk, dad!jeongguk, fluff, [gif cr.] summary: jeongguk’s learned that starting over is as simple as that, because every day with you all feels like a new beginning; or five times jeongguk learns what it means to be a father

➺ Payback Time by krreader

pairing: jeon jeongguk x reader warnings: mentions of cheating ; language genre: crack ; angst ; fluff summary: it was time to give jeongguk a taste of his own medicine.

➺ Speeding Ticket by minstrophywife

⇢Pairing: Officer!Jungkook x Business Woman!Reader ⇢Genre: PWP ↳[smuuuuut] [crack] [fluff] ⇢Word Count: 3,456 ⇢Summary: Caught speeding to get home in time, you find yourself pulled over by a very delicious cop. Perhaps you can talk your way out of the ticket. Or, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to do a cavity search ma’am.”

➺ Have a Nice Day by lookingforluna

☾Pairing: Doctor!Jungkook x Reader ��Word Count: 2.3k ☾ Genre: smut, medical, established relationship!, doctor!au ☾Summary: With your doctor out of town you’re scheduled for a check up with a different doctor. The visit however turns into an unexpected one and you have no problem with that.

➺ It was always you by hueseok

pairing: jungkook x reader word count: 13.2k content: fluff, semi-angst, childhood friends to lovers au, pining au | ft. naval aviator!jungkook + brother’s best friend!jungkook; professor!reader + editor!reader Description: for as long as you remember, you’ve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, Jeon Jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because that’s what happens when life naturally takes it's course—you grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years. so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason he’s asking you isn’t due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks he’s doing you a big favor. or at least, that’s what you think.

{SERIES}

➺ The Third Wheel by smoljimjim

Pairing: boyfriendJJK x OC named Siri Genre: angst with happy ending Description: What do you do when you realise you're standing in the way of your partner being with their true love? Siri is faced with this predicament, and she's not sure whether to stay with Jungkook, or let him go.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 2 months ago

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Very unusual home. Apparently, the 1947 home was redesigned, inspired by Frank Lloyd Wright, but it's hard to say. Located in Houston, TX, it has 3bds, 4ba, 3,714 sq ft, $2.475m.

Very large entrance foyer with slightly angled walls.

Very interesting ceiling and columns. I like the bright colors, though.

The dining room has a very narrow shelving inset in the wall. I wonder if the large piece of art conveys.

The kitchen is very large. The island is double sized and has a decorative metal piece embedded in it.

The kitchen kind of reminds me of a diner. I think it's the windows.

Here's one of two counters. There's exposed ductwork above the beams in the ceiling.

The formal open concept living/dining room. Can you imagine how much gray paint it took to paint this ceiling and beams?

Here's a guest powder room.

The primary bedroom is quite fancy, but it's just decor, not architecture.

This is an extension of the primary bedroom, a very large sitting area.

The bath has some fascinating tile design.

This secondary bedroom is quite large.

Smaller, yet fashionable, standard 3pc. bath.

This space is used as a home gym, but it doesn't have to be. I think it's actually the 3rd bd.

This shower room has an exotic theme.

A large space used as a game room.

This is nice, it's a potting area that has greenhouse glass.

And, here's a guest suite. It has a separate entrance, and is one big room with sleeping and sitting areas, with a full kitchen.

This is very nice- the window and floor are attractive.

Lovely guest bath, too.

Covered patio outside.

They put a cover over the pergola and this is the barbecue/picnic area. I like the columns.

The gardens are very pretty.

0.45 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/57-Carolane-Trl-Houston-TX-77024/27797079_zpid/

#houses #house tours #home tour

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netmors · 3 days ago

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Two years later, I decided to rework the appearance of the main characters of my AU on "Star Wars" - Eleventh Fleet.

Karyn's appearance hasn't changed much: basically, I adjusted her facial features and changed the shape of the red arrows. But with Eli, will have to really suffer - starting with the eyes and ending with the form of the Chiss Expansion and Defense Fleet (from which it follows that concept art with them has been waiting for a year to be completed).

And so yeah… I consider the May holidays not wasted (two museums and two exhibitions + barbecue, mmm yummy…)

#star wars #eleventh fleet au #eli vanto #karyn faro #eli'van'to #thrawn trilogy #thrawn 2017 #fantasy #digital #art #my art #netmors #sketch #work in progress #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #thrawn #concept art

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msfantasy-magic · 7 months ago

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Red String Witch

Embry Call x Witch!Reader

Summary: Tired of waiting on meeting your soulmate. You use your witch powers to speed up the meeting.

The red string theory is an old Chinese theory where every person is born with an invisible red string tied to their pinky finger.

Over time the string will tighten making the journey to their soulmate more difficult, the string might get tangled and tied but never severed.

Once the string draws you both together, the red string will remain short, keeping you two together and never apart for long.

Patience was not a trait that you possessed.

Since honing your witchcraft as a teenager, your patience slowly dwindled, often opting for witchcraft to quickly resolve any obstacles in your way.

Your discipline to not use magic in your every waking moment became an extremely abstract concept. If there was one rule that you set yourself, it was to let your relationships grow and develop naturally without any magical intervention.

It would only make the adventure of life boring.

So it was then that your teenage self promised to not use magic to conjure your soulmate. It would only ruin the organic meet-cute you were destined to experience.

But your teen years have long since passed and now you sit in your cottage home as a grown adult, alone and yearning for a partner to share a life with, looking down at yet another wedding invitation. ‘Plus ones are welcomed’ the letter reads. Sighing to yourself, knowing you have no one.

It was that very moment you had forsaken your childish promise to not intervene with the natural order and just speed up the meeting already.

What’s the point in having magic if you don’t make use of it? If others could, they would too.

It’s not like you were going to use magic to manipulate your soulmate. You were just going to use magic to locate and meet your soulmate and woo them, so you can finally be together and live happily ever after.

It’s not technically cheating … right ?

Any hesitation was snuffed out when a notification rung out, your phone screen displaying pictures of a new engagement ring from another friend.

A stabbing reminder that seemingly everyone in the world had someone, and you yet remain lonesome.

Moral values be damned.

You tried doing it the right way, but your soulmate is taking his sweet ass time meeting you.

Since he took too long, you’re just going to have to take matters into your own hands.

Sitting in your safe space, you preformed a viel ceremony to enable you to visualise and see the red string tied around your pinky finger. Immediately, you see the taut red string pointing towards the west. Indicating that your soulmate is currently in a western direction.

“The worst part of having imprinted is having to convince them of the bond.” Paul states, taking a hulking bite from is plate, as the others murmur in agreement.

The roaring bondfire sizzle and crackles in the crisp night air as the Uley pack discuss the worst parts of imprinting as they feast on the evening’s barbecue.

“No the worst part of imprinting is meeting them young.” Quil argues as Jacob pats his back empathetically.

“No, the worst part has to be explaining that the supernatural is real.” Sam says, as the others murmur in agreement. “Burdening your imprint with a new and dangerous reality is heart breaking, but keeping them in the dark is a betrayal and a greater danger to their safety.”

“Please, at least all of you whiny babies have an imprint.” Leah broods.

Embry nods along in solidarity. “Can’t say I’m looking forward to any of that.” Embry agrees, stabbing his fork aimlessly at his plate. “But I agree with Leah, I’ll gladly do all of that if it means I finally get to meet my imprint.”

Paul snorts are Embry’s claim. “Sure kid, just wait and see. In fact, when you meet your imprint, and you have to convince and explain to her the bond and the supernatural, I’m gonna be sitting their and laughing my ass off.”

The window blows the tree branches unceremoniously, as if hearing Paul’s taunting challenge.

Seth stands from his comfy seat to point out a mysterious figure emerging from the tree line. “Uh, guys, who’s that?”

Your quick strides soon draw you near the group, your eyes locked onto Embry as he feels gravity moving as you become the centre of reality that holds him down and nothing else. You become his sole focus as the world fades away before he feels reality shift back to normal.

It didn’t take a single word for everyone to know the mysterious figure approaching their group was Embry’s imprint.

Paul begins to grin, his taunts playing out before his eyes.

You continue to stride silently past the others, eyes unmoving from Embry until you are just at an arms length.

“This may sound crazy, but you are my soulmate.” You utter, expecting shock, resistance, mockery or denial. But instead Embry smirks with an airy laugh.

“Funny. I was going to say the same to you.” He says, rocking on his feet excitedly. Glancing down with a cheeky grin to Paul whose mouth is left agape.

“Really? Just like that, you accept my outrageous claim?” You ask relieved but also sceptical.

Embry shrugs his shoulders. “It’s a wolf thing, you?”

“It’s a witch thing.” You begin to giggle at Embry’s widening eyes. “Come for a walk with me, we have much to discuss.” You grab his hand and begin to drag him away from the pack who remains in stunned silence.

“That’s so unfair.” Paul whines as the other grimace in the ease of Embry meeting and bypassing all of the difficult rites of imprinting.

#twilight imagine #twilight x reader #twilight x y/n #twilight x you #embry x reader #embry call x reader #Embry call imagine #x reader #werewolf x reader #x witch!reader #twilight fanfiction

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lomlkenji · 9 months ago

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༊*·˚ home | luke patterson

★ summary : after the fight luke and his mother had, he came to you. his home.

★ warnings: angst, fluff & mentions of fighting.

★ word count: 1.2k

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YOU WERE FLOODED WITH BLANKETS AS YOUR WHOLE FOCUS WAS ON THE LAPTOP PLACED ON YOUR LAP. you were watching your favourite Tangled with a pint of chocolate ice cream in your hand.

your family were passed out, tired from all the barbecue you guys had earlier. with game night accompanying it, everyone went to bed in defeat — all except your father.

while they were sound asleep, you were watching your favourite disney movie. the concept of Tangled marveled you.

you were one of those people who's into rom-coms or just plain romantic movies, but also refuse to actually be in a romantic action in real life.

it's just that every time someone has tried to set you up with a guy, you never feel comfortable enough.

also because you picked on every single flaw that they have and make it as an excuse that they're 'not the one'.

there's this one guy, who is almost perfect. so, it's hard to find his flaw, but when you see it. you immediately think that it's a huge deal.

basically he has two separate wallets, one for his large amount of credit cards, and one is for his wad of cash.

but honestly, it was just to cover your feelings for the boy that has been with you since kindergarten.

at first you didn't realise it, but you always feel all happy and giddy when he's around or when he makes eye contact with you.

at first you thought it was just a phase that maybe you will get over.

oh how wrong you were.

those feelings just grew stronger by the minute. you become more aware of your appearance when he's around and always making sure that he's okay, etc.

when you ranted to your best friend, she immediately told you that you were totally in love with him.

but with him being in a band and having a huge gig at the orpheum — his dream place to perform — you couldn't tell him everything going on.

he probably doesn't like you back and you will just bring more stress to him than what's already there.

you didn't even realise you were aggressively shoving ice cream in your mouth in a depressing manner.

it's not that you were sad, actually you were, but you brushed the feeling off telling yourself that you're just being childish.

but you were supposed to feel like this right?

an idiot in love?

or was that just propaganda?

will you ever be so called 'in love'?

the sounds of the voices in your head couldn't be tamed but that proves wrong when the song, I See The Light filled your ears.

the sound immediately brought a smile to your face as the scene where eugene and rapunzel were on the yacht.

but it was interrupted by a knock on your window.

you jumped slightly and furrowed your eyebrows, confused but alert. the only person that would be coming through your window is luke.

the boy we are crushing on? come one keep up!

but it doesn't make sense, with christmas being around the corner, shouldn't he be spending time with his family?

you put down your pint of ice cream nightstand beside your bed as you walk towards the window, opening it.

and there stood luke patterson with a bag and guitar over his shoulder.

his eyes were bloodshot red, his figure trembling as sniffles came out of his nose.

you wasted no time taking his hand pulling him in. he dropped his things and instantly wrapped his arms around you.

his face buried in the crook of your neck as sobs wracked his body.

"shh shh i'm here. it's okay, you're okay, we're okay" you softly said as you rubbed his back making him relax.

"i- i- they- we-" luke tried saying but getting his voice getting caught in his throat.

"hey, hey it's okay" you softly pulled away and put your hands on his cheeks, wiping away some of his tears.

you gave him a small smile "we have all the time in the world" you assured him.

he nodded and brought you back in a hug, but this time his arms were around your neck, and your arms were around his torso.

suddenly luke slowly moved forward which made you move backwards.

your legs hit the bed as you fall down with a yelp bringing a chuckling luke down with you.

you moved a bit, so your head met the pillows as his head rested on your stomach.

this wasn't unusual for you guys, with knowing each other since kids, you guys often cuddle and sometimes even sleep on the same bed.

your fingers continue to massage his scalp as his breathing slowed down and his body stopped shaking. his grip on your waist tightens every so often.

"you're watching Tangled again?" he softly asked as he looked at the laptop beside you, trying to distract himself.

"yep" you chuckled before continuing, "you wanna talk about it?" you softly asked the vulnerable boy.

he nodded and took a moment before opening his mouth. "me and my mom got into a fight, " he started, his voice hoarse and you can practically hear him shaking.

you rubbed your hand up and down his back, encouraging him to continue.

"she was mad, saying that i'm wasting my time on the band, and she said that it's not important and i- i-" he stuttered with sobs.

"shh shh it's okay, take your time" you encouraged him.

he took a deep breath before continuing, "i didn't know what i was thinking but i packed up my clothes and just bolted away on my bicycle. and i have nowhere to go" he sobbed, pulling you closer as if you were an anchor and the only thing that will keep him grounded.

your heart broke hearing him. "hey hey, it's okay you can stay here as long as you like" you said to him, a small smile on your lips.

"really?" he looked up to you, sad eyes making you melt and devastated at the same time.

you nodded, "of course. but promise me you'll talk to her after your performance at the orpheum" you told him. there is no way in a million years that you would let luke and his mom get into a fight and just break like that.

you know how deeply luke loves music, but he loves his mom too. emily is an amazing human being, always being so sweet and kind. their bond is not just something to be broken.

"i promise" he nodded and started to draw shapes on your side.

the action brought butterflies to your stomach, but you tried to cover your flustered state as you said to him, "it may not feel like home, but we can make it work"

"i'm always at home when i'm with you" he mumbled quietly.

your eyes widened as you stiffened. but it went unnoticed by luke as he pulled you tighter to him.

he lazily lifted his head up and kissed the corner of your lips. he didn't say anything more after that. your heart flutters with thousands of thoughts invading your head.

you feel like you can run five laps without stopping.

you feel like screaming from the top of your lungs.

but luke's snores alerted you that he's asleep and of course tired.

you beamed at the boy. "you're my home too luke" you whispered and kissed his head as you let sleep consume you with a smile on your lips.

reblog for a kiss <3

#jatp fanfiction #jatp imagine #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms imagines #jatp #luke patterson x y/n #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson #jatp x reader #luke jatp x reader #jatp netflix

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whereslynx · 7 months ago

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Hi love your stories

Could u do one where Oso and reader had a baby like 6 months and they were having a party spooky gets so crossfaded he starts flirting with the reader and just saying damn where you been all my life you got a man and just forgetting they are dating and she takes him inside and they had the crib next to their bed and he’s like shit u got a kid that coo and she’s just like that’s ur mini me WE got a kid and he’s just talking about how he hit the lotto

a/n: thank you so much! also AW HAHAHAHA THIS IS A CUTE IDEA, i had so much fun writing this :)

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The Santos party was in full swing, the backyard buzzing with life as music blared, laughter echoed, and bottles clinked together. You had spent most of the night balancing between catching up with friends and checking in on your baby girl, who was sound asleep in her crib inside the house. At just six months old, she had Oscar’s eyes, his smirk, and even that little furrow in her brow when she was determined to do something—there was no mistaking she was his mini-me.

It had been months since you’d had a proper night out with the Santos, especially now that you and Oscar were in full-on parenting mode. Tonight felt different, though—a celebration of being able to unwind, even if you couldn’t quite let go completely with your baby just a few feet away inside.

Oscar, on the other hand, had fully embraced the party spirit. He’d had a few drinks, and then a few more, and somewhere along the way, someone passed him a joint. You watched from the other side of the yard as he lounged back, clearly crossfaded, but in good spirits. He was laughing, chatting, and throwing playful comments to his homies, looking looser and lighter than he had in months.

In a sense, it was a blessing to see him letting loose. He’d been a father all his life, even before six months ago—Having to step in to raise Cesar, he’d already slightly grasped the concept of what it was to raise a child. But having your baby, it brought out a different side of him. A side that left him sleepless on some nights, his parental paranoia getting the best of him whenever your baby girl seemed to not have moved in a while—or those consuming thoughts that maybe it wasn’t normal that the baby threw up your breast milk. Heck, he was more paranoid than you. But all that ever meant was that he loved her more than he loved himself.

As the night wore on, you found yourself standing by the edge of the yard, catching a quiet moment amidst the lively party. The backyard was alive with music, laughter, and the smell of barbecue in the air, but you couldn’t help but keep an eye on Oscar. He had been posted up with the guys for the past hour, drinking and smoking, fully embracing the vibe. You could tell by the way he was leaning back in his chair, his head tipped lazily toward the sky, that the combination of alcohol and weed had settled in hard.

Then, out of nowhere, you noticed him stirring, his eyes locking onto you from across the yard. He pushed himself up from the chair, his movements slow and deliberate, almost as if he had to concentrate just to get his legs to cooperate. Despite the obvious haze clouding his senses, he still carried that familiar swagger, the one that made you fall for him in the first place, even if his steps were a little uneven.

“Damn,” he muttered once he finally reached you, his voice low and thick with a lazy kind of confidence. His eyes trailed over you in a way that felt like he was seeing you for the first time. “Where you been all my life?”

You stifled a laugh, bringing your hand to your mouth as you shook your head at him. The way he was looking at you, like you were some girl he was trying to pick up for the first time, made it impossible to hold back the grin spreading across your face. “Oscar,” you said, amusement clear in your voice, though you tried to keep your tone serious. “What are you even saying right now?”

He blinked, his brow furrowing slightly as if he was trying to focus on a particularly tricky puzzle. His head tilted a little, and his eyes narrowed, squinting at you like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “Nah, seriously,” he continued, his hand reaching out to gently grab your arm. His touch was soft, but you could feel the way his fingers barely maintained their grip, like he had to remind himself to hold on. “You got a man, chica? ‘Cause you’re lookin’ fine as hell tonight. Like, damn… where you been hiding?”

His words, slurred slightly from the mix of substances, made your grin widen. He was drunk and high enough to forget that he was your man, and here he was, trying to flirt with you like he was still trying to win you over. You couldn’t help but feel a familiar warmth bloom in your chest, both from the sheer ridiculousness of the moment and from how endearing he looked, all dazed and sweet, still trying to charm you even after everything you’d been through together.

You leaned in a little closer, teasing him just a bit. “I dunno,” you said, playing along. “Think my man’s around here somewhere.”

He paused, furrowing his brow as if trying to piece together what you meant. But the crossfaded haze made it impossible for him to put two and two together. Instead, he just let out a low whistle, clearly still in full-on flirt mode. “Man, whoever he is… he hit the jackpot.”

It took everything in you not to laugh out loud again, but the way his words slurred together made it clear he had completely forgotten that he was your man. He was too far gone to even remember, so you decided to play along for a bit, keeping the grin on your face.

You let out another laugh and tugged gently on his arm. “Come on, big guy. Let’s get you inside.”

As you led him back into the house, his movements were slow and clumsy, but he followed willingly. You guided him to the bedroom where the crib was set up beside your bed. The soft glow of the nightlight illuminated the small room, casting gentle shadows as you pulled him toward the bed.

Oscar’s eyes landed on the crib, and he froze for a second, staring at it like it was the first time he’d ever seen it. “Yo… you got a kid?” he asked, completely serious, as if this was brand new information to him. He turned to you, his expression a mix of surprise and awe. “That’s cool as hell, mamas. You’re out here with a whole baby and lookin’ this fine?”

You couldn’t hold back your laughter this time, your shoulders shaking as you gently nudged Oscar toward the bed. He stumbled a little, but still flashed you that cocky, lopsided grin that you’d fallen for long ago. “Oscar,” you said, biting your lip to keep from laughing harder as you saw the confused expression on his face. “That’s your mini-me in there,” you added, pointing toward the crib where your six-month-old was sound asleep, the soft rise and fall of their little chest the only sound cutting through the noise from the party outside. “WE got a kid. Remember?”

Oscar blinked a few times, his brow furrowing like he was trying to work out a complicated math problem. The crossfade had clearly hit him hard, and it was taking a second for your words to click. You could almost see the gears turning in his mind, slowly but surely. Then, all at once, the realization hit. His eyes widened, a look of disbelief washing over his face as he turned back to stare at the crib. “Oh, shit,” he muttered, the fog in his mind finally starting to clear just a bit. “That’s our baby?”

You nodded, still grinning at the sheer bewilderment on his face. He stared at the crib like it was some sort of miracle, and in his state, it might as well have been. His expression softened, his gaze flickering between you and the baby, and then, slowly, a wide smile began to spread across his face. The playful swagger melted away, replaced by something more genuine, something tender, as if he was seeing everything in a new light.

The moment that laid before your eyes took you back to night from the hospital, where you laid on the bed with your newborn baby in your arms—whilst Oscar stood next to you, silent, but his eyes spoke waves of love and warmth that his little family had begun.

His voice dropped, quieter now, almost reverent. “Damn,” he breathed, running a hand through his messy hair, his eyes still locked on the crib. “That’s our baby. I really hit the lotto, huh? Got you… and this lil’ one?” He shook his head, letting out a soft, incredulous laugh, his chest rising and falling with each chuckle. “I’m lucky as hell.”

You moved closer, your heart swelling with warmth as you reached out to rest your hand on his arm. He looked down at you, his gaze softened by the mix of alcohol and affection, and for a moment, it was like the whole world outside—the party, the music, the noise—faded away, leaving just the two of you and the peaceful quiet of your little family. “Yeah, you did,” you teased, leaning into him slightly, your voice filled with affection. “Now come on, let’s get you to bed before you forget all over again.”

Oscar chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest as he looped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. His touch was gentle, almost protective, as if he couldn’t bear to let you go. “Aight, baby girl,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, though still a bit slurred from the crossfade. “But for real… I couldn’t ask for more. Got my girl, got my kid. I’m good.”

You led him to the bed, helping him settle down, but even in his intoxicated state, he couldn’t stop glancing over at the crib, a look of pure contentment etched onto his face. As you tucked him in beside you, his arm draped loosely over your waist, holding you close, he kept mumbling sweet nothings, his voice trailing off into the quiet of the night. The haze of the drinks and the high was finally giving way to a deep, sleepy contentment, but even as his eyelids drooped, he still managed to mutter, “Hit the damn lotto, for real.”

You smiled, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing as he drifted off. His arm tightened around you instinctively, even in his sleep, a reminder of how deeply rooted his love for you—and your little family—really was. And as you lay there, listening to the faint sounds of the party outside and the soft breathing of your baby in the crib, you couldn’t help but feel the same. Crossfaded or not, Oscar was your person, and this life you’d built together was the jackpot you hadn’t even known you were playing for.

#omb #on my block #on my block x reader #fanfic #oneshot #spooky #spooky x reader #reader insert #cesar diaz #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz x reader

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 1 year ago

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♡ chronicle #1 : routine ♡

wc : 2544

somehow, you’ve gotten used to living with the dragon man.

the man, you later found out his name is bakugou (after some prying, the guy’s annoyingly stubborn) had been living with you for about three weeks now and has seemingly started warming up to you, you say seemingly because you’re still not so sure.

he adapts to the human lifestyle quite quickly. he ditched his tattered old clothes and you've offered him your biggest set of clothes for the time being until you’d go out shopping some other day.

you have to admit it’s entertaining to watch him interact with your household items, like your utensils, glasses, books and plants, even if they are fake.

he likes watching tv but acts like he doesn’t, claiming that human entertainment was beneath him. but you catch how he always seems to be laser focused on the tv whenever you have some kind of drama tv show on, despite him saying he’s only watching ‘to kill time.’ he’s gotten used to technology rather quickly though. he likes listening to music and choosing songs when you connect your phone to your little bluetooth speaker.

you also note he likes cooking, or he likes watching you cook. you wouldn’t have guessed by the way he pointedly glares at you but you notice he’s less focused on you than he is on the food your making. you’ve let him try using the knife more lately when you were sure he wouldn’t use it to kill you in your sleep. he’s good at cutting stuff up, (maybe from experience?) and you were pleasantly surprised to see he was actually a really good cook. pleasantly surprised, definitely not a little jealous of his ability to watch one cooking show and replicate the dish perfectly. not at all.

in a way, it’s like having a roommate..that just so happens to be a dragon.

except it’s not because he acts more like a big cat rather than a roommate or a fearsome dragon.

for some reason he’s decided to make his stay- until-he’s-fully-healed-deal insufferable for you.

he nabs your food from your plate whenever you order takeout, despite you letting him pick out what he wants from the menu every time. he growls and nips at your fingers whenever you try and reach back for your food and he snarls at you whenever you try to take your food away from his grubby grasp.

he still sticks to calling you human despite you having told him your name multiple times, all he does is stick his nose up and scoff at you. he’s also, despite his rather large presence and size, really good at sneaking around. meaning he sneaks up on you regularly and scares you shitless. he likes to pretend you’re overdramatic too, calling you a scaredy-cat for getting startled so easily though he makes no effort to hide that shit eating grin on his face whenever he’s spooked you.

he doesn’t seem to understand the concept of having job, making fun if you for 'submitting to another puny human'. you’ve tried to explain how the puny human in question is the reason you get payed and the reason he gets to eat that yakiniku he seems to love. he merely scoffs and claims he would’ve just beat the shit outta your boss. "have him know his place."

you find out through light coaxing that bakugou is a dragon shifter, they posses human forms but have the blood of great, ancient dragons coursing through their veins, is what he says. they seem quite incredible from what he’s told you and he himself seems pretty damn proud of his heritage. they age the same way humans do but their strength, stamina and quite literally everything else surpasses them greatly.

you were curious, how could you not be when a dragon man was in your house with answers to all of the fantasy questions you’d accepted would never be answered forever ago?! you ask and ask and bakugou answers, some of your questions have him scoffing offendedly ( like you asking if he uses his fire breathing as a barbecue tool, the answer is unfortunately no) some questions have him snorting and smirking to himself and some questions take a little while of thinking before he provides an answer. you notice his long, scaly red tail raises upwards the slightest little bit when you hum excitedly whenever he answers your questions, as much as he huffs about them. you decide not to comment on it.

“ what about your parents ? are they dragon shifters too ?" he stiffens at your question and you feel the vibe has changed from the one before, you don’t like it.

he lowers his head and his eyebrows furrow a little harder, you’re about to tell him he doesn’t have to divulge private information about himself but then he speaks up and claims it’s none of your business.

he’s right, it really isn’t, but you foolishly believed you’d get to know each other a bit better. you know you don’t technically need to, but you thought— you don’t really know what you thought. all you can say is that as annoying as he is, you can’t deny your intrigue of this man.

you decide to blame it on the fact that he’s a dragon for now and leave it at that.

you have more you want to ask him, but he doesn’t seem to want to talk about this subject anymore. you don’t want the conversation to end yet.

and then you remember.

“hey !” you suddenly start, causing him to raise an eyebrow at you “ how exactly did you end up blasting through my wall ? you were injured too, i never asked you about it, must’ve slipped my mind.” when he registers your question, it has him tightening his jaw in anger. fists clenched and veins popping “that fuckin’ bastard..” he growls.

“who ?”

he regains as much of his composure as he can but he still looks very pissed off.

“nothin’. it doesn’t matter.” he shrugs, looking away from you before deciding to step off your kitchen chair to flop onto the couch unceremoniously.

“wha- the reason you blasted through my wall doesn’t matter?!” you splutter, staring at him dumbfounded but he either doesn’t see you or doesn’t pay you any mind. he’s already scrolling through channels on your tv and replies with a simple “nope”.

and just like that, the conversation ends.

lately though, you’ve established somewhat of a routine with the dragon man.

he seems to enjoy binge watching tv shows rather than watching movies, you realized he was hooked on your favorite show when he growled and threatened you when you turned it off to head to bed. you didn’t mind watching your favorite show for the 50000th time and it’s always nice to see other people’s —dragons, in this case—reactions to your favorite moments.

despite his bravado, he’s ridiculously expressive. he glares and growls and groans whenever characters do something he deems stupid. he doesn’t say much when romantic moments happen, but he huffs proudly, almost like everything went according to his plan. frankly, you found it quite cute.

every time you come back from work, you chow down on some take out and watch your favorite show toghether, mixed with bakugou occasionally commenting every once in a while.

today though, you're back late.

today had been more grueling than usually, work seemed to drag on longer and it seemed that the clock in your office was frozen or broken. that, or you were stuck in some type of time vortex.

it's about 10pm when you step foot into your apartment. you instantly feel more at ease, it's warm and you smell the donburi leftovers that were confined to the fridge yesterday. you blink, then look up at your dragon roommate.

his head is perked up, the tip of his tail standing at attention, his eyes narrow into slits when he sees it's you and his shoulders sag. he huffs and a barely there pout forms on his lips.

"you're late." he grumbles. he takes another fierce bite of his donburi and shoves it in his mouth, as if to simulate biting you for the irreperable act you've commited. you hold back a snort at how ridiculous he looks trying to be intimidating with his cheeks all puffed out.

"yeah, sorry" you sigh "work ran till late" you kick off your shoes and you hear him scoffs, muttering something along the lines of why you don't just have your boss burnt to a crisp. "don't talk with your mouth full" you joke. you scold him like he's a child and he responds like one when he simply growls at you.

you're opening the frigde to grab your portion when he beats you to it " 'ts in the microwave ! " he calls loud enough for you to hear. and sure enough, you find you're bowl in the microwave waiting for you, you'd have to heat it up a bit, but not as long. you smile to yourself and turn to him, he glances at you then pointedly looks away, scoffing to himself. you're too far away to see how his ears prickle and burn as they turn a light shade of pink.

you plop yourself down next to him on the couch, food in hand,and start eating. bakugou jumps into motion. he snatches the remote without even giving you a chance to glance at it and switches to netflix like he's been living here forever. you find you don't really mind that, for some reason.

he mutters a "fuckin' finally" when he hears the iconic 'du-duummm" and the show starts where you left off yesterday. this is the episode you left off on yesterday. then it clicks.

you blink at him " you haven't watched episode 15 yet ?" you questioned. he rolls his eyes like you had asked him a stupid question "course not..." he sniffs. he wants to cut himself off but decides against it "you weren't back yet." his eyes are fixed to the tv.

you feel yourself flush involuntarily, it's such a miniscule, frankly stupid thing to be embarrassed about but you've learned to not take the dragon man's kindness (if you can call it that most of the time) for granted.

"oh" you gasp, he refuses to look at you. your eyes dart from him to the tv then back to him, and back to the tv to hide your embarrassement.

"you could've started without me, i wouldn't have minded." you whisper bashfully, you're quiet over the sound of the tv, but you know he hears you cus he scoffs at you.

"shut up." he grunts, his arm flexes where he has it draped on the back of your couch as he shuffles to sit more comfortably. " i can't do that." then, as if trying to save face, he splutters "you'd get all pissy about it..it's annoyin'".

"i wouldn't have gotten 'pissy' " you mocked hotly.

"ya did when i blasted your wall."

"that's because you blasted my wall ! "

"tch."

your banter ends there as you both quietly watch the show, you let out a few yawns and rub at your eyes, trying your hardest to fight off sleep but you feel like your losing. until bakugou speaks up again.

"you..." he starts. you lazily roll your head back from where it's propped up on the couch to blink at him sleepily, he meets your eye for a moment, only for a moment, then looks out towars your balcony window. you hum to try and coax him to continue speaking.

"you..wanted to know about my folks, right ?" he asks gruffly.

you're using the last of the strenght your sleep-riddled body has to sit up a little straighter and nod quickly, eyes slightly wider. he looks at you for a moment longer than before. a beat passes and neither of you say anything, finally he sighs for the umpteenth time today and speaks up.

“my ma’s a shifter, my old man’s a human." he confesses. you’re eyes widen, you sit up straighter “woah really ?!" you bleated. he grunts in response.

" wow, so you’re half human..?"

“all of us are, shitty human.”

" cut that out, i’ve told you my name a thousand times !"

he simply rolls his eyes at you.

"you're a human, a shitty one at that, that's all i need to know about you." he smirks when you lay down onto the couch just to kick him in the shoulder. he smiles wickedly and grabs your leg, shoving it back towards your torso. you yelp, kicking your other leg up but he's faster. he's got you in his grasp, like a hunter catching its prey. his sharp teeth on display with that nasty little grin he has on his stupidly handsome face, a mischievious glint shines in his eyes and it has your stomach tying itself into knots.

"c-cut it !" you whinge. he smiles wider at your complaints, leaning over you a little bit more until your socked feet are pressed to his chest, you try to push at him, but you stop when you feel like you'll damn near break your legs trying to cause any damage to that huge chiseled chest of his, your head spins. you resort to trying to push at him with your hands, but it feels like you're trying to push a fucking wall at this rate.

"you started it, shitty human" he cackles, pressing against you harder "gotta pay for it, now."

"y-you'll crush me, you b-big lizard !" you wheeze.

"big lizard, huh?" he guffaws, smirking down at you "got some guts talkin to me like that, human."

despite rapidly losing your breath, you find the strenght to glare up at him, puffing out your cheeks. he snickers and finally relents, pushing himself away so you can finally breathe "fine, fine" he concedes "you prey animals are all so weak, barely touched you and you almost died"

"you-!" you sit up quickly, sputtering as you catch your breath "you just tried to kill me ! how's that barely touching me?!" you shot. he simply rolls his eyes at you and you think this is the longest you've seen him with a smile on his face, albeit at the expense of your poor lungs.

" relax." he answers easily, you feel like strangling him "wasn't trying to kill ya," a dangerously mischievious glint glows in his deep carmine eyes again when he looks at you " if i was, you'd know." you can't help the chill running down your spine, you mask it with a cough and turn away from him to continue watching your neglected show, turning your nose up at him. you hear his deep chuckle in response, you want to punch him.

but there's a part of you that can't help but feel a little giddy, you've learned a little more about your dragon...co-habitant. even if it's just a little bit, you feel like he's opening up to you more, very, very slowly but surely. you smile softly to yourself.

somehow, you've gotten used to living with bakugou.

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weirdmarioenemies · 1 year ago

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Name: Legsit

Debut: Yo-Kai Watch 3

Look at this! Look at this!!! This is the little guy from emergency exit signs and stop signs and various more of our favorite signs, but this time you can BEFRIEND them! You can run all around town with this absolute icon of an icon! You can take Legsit for a walk across the crosswalk... and you can even teach it to jaywalk! A new thrill it would never dare to experience without your help!

Legsit is an incredible kind of design, the one that's so simple, barely a change from its inspiration, but the inspiration is what's so creative. Legsit is basically JUST the little guy from the sign, with only a little wispy head to differentiate it, but how many times have you seen it used as an actual character, with its origin tied to its gimmick? I have actually long ago had the idea of a Walk Sign Guy as a character (in the context of a boss that swings the sign itself as a weapon, and can call upon the red Stop hand to freeze its opponent) and it is so awesome to see this concept come to fruition in something big, and with its own flair!

By default, Legsit is in its iconic Static Running Pose, though it is not afraid to actually move around, too. It looks good doing it thanks to being tastefully cel-shaded! What if there was an animal that was cel-shaded in real life? Just one. Not even a translucent invertebrate like you might expect, but like, one particular species of vole. Pretty cool!

In terms of gameplay it's very straightforward. Its specialty is to make itself and allies faster like they gotta get outta here. I'm done talking about gameplay already, it's really about the visual novelty there. Now I will talk about its anime appearance, because yowza!

The anime reveals that inside the exit sign is a whole other world, one populated by a whole civilization of Legsit! They each take turns posing in the sign, but when not doing that, they just Hang Out. Some of them play on 3DSes, some lounge about, some play guitar, and some barbecue various meats that are most certainly radioactive! Would you eat Legsit's Famous Toxic Kebab? I sure hope not! Because they were saving it for me.

Legsit represents the creativity and wonder that can be found everywhere in the world, and NOT just if you know where to look! I can assure you that anywhere you look, you will see at LEAST a few things that are waiting for someone to appreciate them in just the right way. Maybe you will be the first to discover the potential of something overlooked, and if you're not the first, then that's great too! It means the world is full of beautiful minds!

#legsit #yo-kai watch 3 #yo-kai watch #yo-kai #not mario #mod chikako #funky friday

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mirka-pipirka · 4 months ago

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Анкета Агнес Брикс.

Agnes Brix's profile.

Внимание! Это не канон! Все, что вы прочтете дальше, является творчеством художницы Мирки и никоим образом не относится к официальному контенту!

Attention! This is not canon! Everything you read next is the work of the artist Mirka and in no way refers to the official content!

(Я пользуюсь переводчиком, поэтому, если найдёте ошибки, прошу прощения!)

(I use a translator, so if you find any mistakes, I apologize!)

Агнес Брикс – это вымышленный оригинальный персонаж по новелле «The kid at the back», созданный осенью 2024 года художником Mirka. Концепт героини взят из начальной биографии повествующего лица новеллы, однако дальнейшее развитие было пересмотрено автором из личных взглядов.

Agnes Brix is a fictional original character based on the novella "The kid at the back", created in the fall of 2024 by artist Mirka. The concept of the heroine is taken from the initial biography of the narrator of the novel, but further development was revised by the author based on personal views.

Имя и фамилия; прозвища: Агнес Брикс; Красный полицейский, Мисс протеин.

First and last name; nicknames: Agnes Brix; Red Policeman, Miss Protein.

Возраст: 22 года.

Age: 22 years old.

Рост; вес: 165 см; ≈75 кг.

Height; weight: 165 cm;≈75 kg.

Дата рождения; знак зодиака; тип личности: 1 июня; Близнецы; ENFP.

Date of birth; zodiac sign; personality type: June 1; Gemini; ENFP.

Группа крови: B.

Blood type: B.

Размер обуви: 24,5 см.

Shoe size: 24.5 cm.

Доминирующее полушарие мозга: правое (гуманитарий)

Dominant hemisphere of the brain: right (humanities)

Девиз: «Душе нужна вера в то, что все будет хорошо»

Motto: «The soul needs faith that everything will be fine»

Цвет персонажа: бордово-красный.

Character's color: maroon-red.

Животное персонажа: Олень.

Character's animal: Deer.

Состав семьи: Отец – Марк Брикс, фермер, 52 года, жив. Мать – Адила де Волье, 50 лет, жива. Известно лишь то, что она развелась с Марком по веской причине, связанной с её семьей во Франции.

Family composition: Father - Mark Brix, farmer, 52 years old, alive. Mother - Adila de Vollier, 50 years old, alive. All that is known is that she divorced Mark for a good reason related to her family in France.

Принадлежность: Titan-city, Университет Олимпия, 4 курс, факультет (???); посещает секцию бокса отдельно от университета, но числится в клубе женского бокса Олимпии, часто меняет подработку.

Affiliation: Titan City, Olympia University, 4th year, faculty (???); attends the boxing section separately from the university, but is a member of the Olympia Women's boxing Club, often changes jobs.

Ориентация: гетеро

Orientation: Heterosexual

Семейное положение: свободна, не влюблена.

Marital status: not married, not in love.

Любимая еда: барбекю (шашлык), домашнее варенье. В последнее время подсела на лапшу быстрого приготовления и на мясо по скидке из супермаркета рядом с апартаментами.

Favorite food: barbecue, homemade jam. Lately, she become addicted to instant noodles and discounted meat at the supermarket near house.

Любимая музыка: Чаще всего слушает инструментал струнных, но также любит поп и рок-музыку. Любимый трек: Not Gonna Die – Skillet. Характеризующая персонажа песня: Мой друг – Би-2; Minna no peace - Afuromania.

Favorite music: She mostly listens to instrumental strings, but also likes pop and rock music. Favorite track: Not Gonna Die – Skillet. A song describing a character: Мой друг – Би-2; Minna no peace - Afuromania.

Любимый жанр кино: БОЕВИК!

Favorite movie genre: ACTION MOVIE!

Любимый фильм: «Шоу Трумана» 1998 г.

Favorite movie: «The Truman Show» 1998

Любимое аниме: «Гуррен-Лаганн» («Всегда покрываюсь мурашками при просмотре!»)

Favorite anime: «Gurren-Lagann» («I always get goosebumps when watching!»)

Любимый цвет: голубой («Напоминает мне о детстве, когда часами могла валяться на траве и глядеть в небо»)

Favorite color: blue («Reminds me of my childhood, when I could lie on the grass for hours and stare at the sky»)

Любимое занятие/хобби/хорошие навыки: заниматься спортом, бегать, прыгать, кататься по полу, кататься на велосипеде, кататься на лошади, лазать на деревья, рубить дрова, садовничать, плавать, таскать воду, таскать тяжести, танцевать, качаться, бить грушу, бить мяч, биться, битье…стоп!нет!никакого насилия! В общем, ей нравится физическая активность больше всего на свете! Также нравится играть на гитаре, готовить, убираться, стирать, много разговаривать, узнавать что-то интересное и новое о других людях, есть вкусную еду после тяжелого дня.

Favorite activity/hobby/good skills: playing sports, running, jumping, rolling on the floor, riding a bike, riding a horse, climbing trees, chopping wood, gardening, swimming, carrying water, carrying weights, dancing, swinging, hitting a pear, hitting a ball, hitting, hitting... stop!No!No violence! In general, she likes physical activity more than anything in the world! I also like playing the guitar, cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, talking a lot, learning something interesting and new about other people, eating delicious food after a hard day.

Неожиданный навык: ходить на руках и шевелить ушами.

An unexpected skill: walking on hands and wiggling ears.

Предпочтение в одежде: «Я живу по средствам, поэтому особо выбирать не приходится, но…осознанно стала чаще носить красный верх»

Preference in clothes: «I live within my means, so I don't have to choose much, but ... I consciously began to wear a red more often»

Любимое время года: конец весны.

Favorite time of the year: late spring.

Сильные стороны, преимущества: прекрасная ориентация в лесном пространстве; оптимистичный взгляд на мир; сильная вера в себя и окружающих: этим она мотивирует и вдохновляет других; грубая психика, благодаря которой смогла справиться с большей частью своих проблем; не боится крови.

Strengths and advantages: excellent orientation in the forest; an optimistic view of the world; strong faith in herself and others: this motivates and inspires others; a rough psyche, thanks to which she was able to cope with most of her problems; she is not afraid of blood.

Фетиши: «Если я правильно поняла значение этого слова, то, наверное, глаза? Люблю смотреть людям в глаза»

Fetishes: «If I understand the meaning of the word correctly, I guess eyes? I like to look people in the eyes»

Типаж:

– Брит, скажи, а что такое «типаж»? Это мои любимые слова-паразиты или что?

– Нет, Агнес, типаж – это тот, кто бы смог тебе понравиться. Кого бы ты полюбила?

– Ну, я папу люблю…себя люблю…о! И тебя, и Джесс, и Дерила, и Гео, и Кроу и...!

– Всё, прошу, молчи.

Type:

– Brit, tell me, what is a «type»? Does it have something to do with the type of character? Sanguine, choleric, or...?

– No, Agnes, a type is someone you might like. Who would you love?

– Well, I love Dad... I love myself... oh! and you, and Jess, and Deryl, and Geo, and Crowe...!

– All right, all right, please be quiet.

Другие любимые вещи: холодный душ после тренировки; запах свежего хлеба; забавные завитки прядей у Брит; пополнение зарплатной карты; теплые носки; миленькие очки Джесс; ранний подъем; шерстяной зимний шарф; забитый гол Дерила; ужин в компании; слёзы во время фильма; анекдоты про ежиков; фейерверки; хвостики у Гео и Хьюго; кемпинг; песни у костра; душевные разговоры на кухне; жевать травинку; пуговицы на жилетке Кроу и полосатые рукава Сола.

Other favorite things: a cold shower after a workout; the smell of fresh bread; funny curls of Brit's strands; replenishment of the salary card; warm socks; cute glasses Jess; early rise; woolen winter scarf; scored a goal by Daryl; dinner in the company; tears during the movie; jokes about hedgehogs; fireworks; ponytails Geo and Hugo; camping; campfire songs; soulful conversations in the kitchen; chewing a blade of grass; buttons on Crowe's vest and striped sleeves of Sol.

Что заставляет смущаться: Агнес без комплексов. Единственное, что реально может её смутить – принаряживание. Она стесняется выглядеть слишком красиво.

What makes you feel embarrassed: Agnes has no complexes. The only thing that can really embarrass her is primping. She's embarrassed to look too pretty.

Спорное отношение (неопределенное в связи с обстоятельствами): домашний скот, судьба, религия, нетрадиционные отношения, город, своя квартира, майонез.

Controversial relationship (indefinite due to circumstances): livestock, fate, religion, non-traditional relationships, city, own apartment, mayonnaise.

Нелюбимая еда: газировка («У меня всегда от них живот крутит»), протеин с шоколадным вкусом («Меня пытаются обмануть?»). В остальном она не привередлива.

Disliked foods: sodas («They always make me sick to my stomach»), chocolate-flavored protein («Are they trying to trick me?»). Other than that, she's not picky

Нелюбимая музыка: Рэп. (Бесится, что не может его зачитывать)

Disliked music: Rap. (freaks out that she can't read it out)

Нелюбимый стиль: отсутствует, ей нравится индивидуальность людей в любом ключе. Однако сама не наденет неудобную одежду, например, что-то слишком декорированное и вычурное.

Disliked style: none, she likes people's individuality in any way. However, she herself will not wear uncomfortable clothes, for example, something too decorated and flashy.

Нелюбимый цвет: отсутствует. И все же есть цвет, который навевает ей грусть и тоску по дому – зелёный. («Скатерть в моем доме была в клеточку и мягко-зелёного оттенка…многие счастливые моменты прошлого связаны именно с ней»)

Disliked color: None. And yet there is a color that brings her sadness and homesickness - green. («The tablecloth in my house was checkered and of a soft green shade...many happy moments of the past are connected with it»)

Нелюбимое занятие: много думать, спорить, считать в уме, пользоваться мессенджерами, сидеть на месте больше двух часов (дальше – пытка!), идти домой в одиночестве, оставаться наедине со своими мыслями; чинить (бить) духовку, чтобы она включилась; лгать, отчитываться, возиться в складе ботаническ��го сада, ходить в больницы.

Disliked activities: thinking a lot, arguing, counting in my mind, using messengers, sitting still for more than two hours (beyond that - torture!), going home alone, being alone with my thoughts; fixing (beating) the oven to get it to turn on; lying, reporting, messing around in the botanical garden warehouse, going to hospitals.

Что раздражает в людях: пессимистичность, нытье, слабохарактерность, инфантилизм и неумение отстаивать свое мнение, пустые понты.

What annoys in people: pessimism, whining, weak character, infantilism and the inability to defend their opinions, empty ponty.

Слабые стороны: безрассудность; доверчивость, поиск справедливости во всем, что играет с ней злую шутку; бестактность; слишком строга к себе и окружающим; проявление лицемерия по ходу развития сюжета; неумение понимать намеки и новомодные слова, открытая глупость, громкий храп, отвратительное пение и рисование.

Weaknesses: recklessness; gullibility, seeking justice in everything, which plays a cruel joke on her; tactlessness; too hard on herself and others; displaying hypocrisy as the plot progresses; inability to understand hints and newfangled words, open stupidity, loud snoring, obnoxious singing and drawing.

Слабое место: спина

Weakness: back.

Главный страх: лишиться дома; не смотря на старания и честный труд, остаться, в итоге, ни с чем.

Main fear: she is afraid of losing her home and farm; despite her efforts and honest labor, she is afraid of being left with nothing in the end.

Другие нелюбимые вещи: бытовая техника в своей квартире, духота, приторно-сладкий запах духов, отсутствие времени на себя и друзей, не любит болеть, недосказанность, недоверие, слишком грустные сюжеты с трагичным концом, бубнеж под нос.

Other dislike things: appliances in apartment, stuffiness, sweet-sweet smell of perfume, lack of time for myself and friends, doesn't like to be sick, understatement, distrust, too sad stories with a tragic ending, muttering under nose.

Что заставляет грустить?: когда люди говорят, что совсем себя не любят; чувство одиночества, усталость, навязчивые мысли. (организм реагирует на стресс плачем – Агнес часто засыпает и просыпается в слезах)

What makes sad?: when people say they don't like themselves at all; feeling lonely, tired, obsessive thoughts. (the body reacts to stress by crying - Agnes often falls asleep and wakes up crying)

Внешность:

Агнес – девушка среднего роста, но весьма мускульного телосложения, на это повлияли сельский труд и дальнейшие силовые тренировки. Четко выраженные бицепсы и трицепсы, присутствует пресс, объемные бедра и ягодицы. Кожа сама по себе светлая, но лицо и руки чуть более загорелые. Этого не будет видно, пока не снимет одежду. Грубая кожа рук, как наждачка.

Лицо овальной формы, щеки покрыты веснушками. Глаза карие, относительно большие, обрамлены длинными ресницами. Весьма яркая мимика, что отражается на припухлых губах и относительно густых бровях.

Волосы русые, прямые, пробор волос также прямой, открытый лоб. Пряди, что у лица, закрепляет резинкой сзади. Часто завязывает волосы в высокий хвост, либо с помощью крабика в своеобразный пучок.

Не носит неудобную одежду, предпочитает что-то простое и тянущееся, чаще всего это спортивная одежда. Повседневный прикид на данный момент состоит из красной клетчатой рубашки, белой майки под низ и светло-голубые джинсы. Удивительно хорошего качества коричневая обувь – она сделана из натуральной кожи вручную сапожником, что жил недалеко от их дома с фермой.

Многие люди отмечают, что у Агнес слишком миленькое выражение лица по сравнению с телом, это правда – её лицо действительно более женственное, чем, например, те же руки. Но девушку подобное абсолютно не волнует.

Appearance:

Agnes is a girl of average height, but relatively muscular, as a result of rural labor and further strength training. She has well defined biceps and triceps, abs, voluminous thighs and buttocks. Her skin itself is a light shade, but her face and arms are slightly more tanned. This is only noticeable after removing her clothes. The rough skin of the hands resembles sandpaper.

The face is oval in shape, and the cheeks are studded with freckles. The eyes are brown, relatively large, framed by long lashes. Very bright facial expressions, which is reflected in the plump lips and relatively thick eyebrows.

The hair is russet, straight, the parting is also straight, open forehead. The strands that are near the face are secured with an elastic band in the back. Often ties her hair in a high ponytail or with the help of a crabik in a kind of bundle.

Does not wear uncomfortable clothes, prefers something simple and stretchy, most often it is sportswear. Daily attire at the moment consists of a red plaid shirt, white undershirt and light blue jeans. The brown shoes are surprisingly high quality - they are handmade from genuine leather by a cobbler who lived near their farmhouse.

Many people say that Agnes has too cute expression compared to her body, it's true - her face is really more feminine than, for example, the same hands. But the girl doesn't care about such things at all.

Характер:

Если девушку описывать тремя словами, то это будут: честность, воодушевление, усталость. Но мы разберёмся в ней более подробно, ведь так?

Агнес действительно сильный человек – к этому заключению можно прийти не только глядя на её внушающее телосложение, но и, разумеется, на поступки и принципы: они твёрдые, как скала. Например, одним из её кредо является: «Чем проще – тем лучше», при чем, оно касается чуть ли не всех аспектов в жизни, начиная от удобной кофты, заканчивая взглядом на решение проблем. Может показаться, будто таким образом она, наоборот, пытается избежать дискомфорта. О��части – да, это так, однако за этим кредо стоит также убежденность в необходимости смирения с происходящим. Принять возникшую трудность как данность, факт, и, в конце концов, сделать всё от себя зависящееся, чтобы данную проблему решить. Отсюда вытекает непоколебимая вера в себя. Вера в то, что как бы плохо не было сейчас, дальше, впереди, обязательно будет свет.

«Если в тебя не верят окружающие, стань тем, кто в тебя поверит» - фраза, которую Агнес часто повторяет себе и тем, кто абсолютно себя не любит и ценит. Ей становится от этого очень грустно.

Девушка, как вы уже поняли, эмоционально открыта: если хочет смеяться – смеётся, хочет плакать – плачет. Вот только с гневом дела обстоят несколько сложнее. Нет, я говорю не про обычную быстро вспыхнувшую злость или раздражение, а именно гнев. К сожалению, если она не будет контролировать это чувство, то последствия могут быть плачевны и для неё, и для окружающих. Поэтому в критические моменты изо всех сил старается держать себя в руках. Хотя, зная, какой порой твердолобой может быть Агнес, её не так просто по-настоящему разгневать. Обойдёмся без провокаций?

Да, эта девчонка – тупица. Многие едкие комментарии или метафоры она переворачивает с ног на голову, а потом толкует по-своему, чем часто удивляет. А про романтические намёки …лучше молчать. Честно говоря, не всегда понятно, когда она понимает происходящее, но притворяется дурочкой, а когда действительно глупит. Чаще второе.

Каким-то невероятным чудом попадает в кучу нелепых обстоятельств…дело в её комичности?

Одним из её недостатков является невоспитанность. Она часто перебивает других, громко кричит и, в целом, может вести себя вызывающе. На самом деле, весьма часто не учитывает мнение большинства, тем самым создавая лишние проблемы.

Она часто говорит другим отпустить свое прошлое и двигаться вперёд, но точно ли она сама полностью отпустила его?

В глубине души она очень уставший человек, тем не менее не позволяет себе сдаваться. Ей есть за что бороться.

Агнес сложно смутить, во многом она непоколебимая и твердолобая, и все же способ есть – накрасьте и приоденьте её! Поверьте: милее вы ничего не видели!

Намного спокойнее и гармоничнее она становится вечером, когда устала. В эти минуты с ней можно поговорить на более глубокие темы.

Как и говорилось ранее, Агнес весьма оптимистична! Даже если ей приходится вести себя таким образом, попросту чтобы не сойти с ума от нервного перенапряжения, подобное все равно достойно восхищения. По этой причине, возможно, люди и тянутся к ней. Есть что-то такое в этой девушке, из-за чего многие вдохновляются. Широкая улыбка? Уверенная стойка? Громкая, отчетливая речь? Верно, непременно. Но, пожалуй, если вы станете её другом, то поймёте, что истинная причина в желании находиться с ней рядом вовсе не в образе всесильной героини, а в умении поддержать. Создать вокруг себя атмосферу уюта и заботы, даже если у самой силы на исходе. Такой она человек.

Character:

If a girl is described in three words, they would be: honest, enthusiastic, tired. But we'll get into her in more detail, won't we?

Agnes is a really strong person - one can come to this conclusion not only by looking at her impressive physique, but also, of course, by her actions and principles: they are as solid as a rock. For example, one of her credo is: «The simpler the better», and it applies to almost every aspect of life, from a comfortable sweater to the way she looks at solving problems. It may seem as if she is trying to avoid discomfort by doing so. In part, yes, this is true, but behind this credo is also the conviction that it is necessary to come to terms with what is happening. To accept the difficulty as a given, as a fact, and, in the end, to do everything in one's power to solve the problem. From this comes an unshakeable faith in oneself. The belief that no matter how bad things are now, there will definitely be light ahead.

«If people around you don't believe in you, become someone who does» is a phrase that Agnes often repeats to herself and to those who don't like or value themselves at all. It makes her very sad.

A girl, as you have already realized, is emotionally open: if she wants to laugh - she laughs, if she wants to cry - she cries. But anger is a little more complicated. No, I'm not talking about the usual quick-flash irritation, but anger or hatred. Unfortunately, if she does not control this feeling, the consequences can be dire both for herself and for others. Therefore, at critical moments tries hard to keep herself in control. Although, knowing how hard-headed Agnes can be at times, it is not easy to make her really angry. Without provocation?

Yes, this girl is a fool. She turns many a sarcastic comment or metaphor upside down and then interprets it in her own way, which is often surprising. And about the romantic innuendos... I'd rather not say anything. Honestly, it's not always clear when she realizes what's going on but is playing dumb, and when she's really stupid. It's more often the latter.

By some unbelievable miracle she finds herself in a bunch of ridiculous circumstances.... is that because she's comical?

One of her faults is her rudeness. She often interrupts others, yells loudly, and can generally behave in a defiant manner.

In fact, quite often disregards the majority opinion, thus creating unnecessary problems.

She often tells others to let go of their past and move forward, but has she let go of it completely?

Deep down she is a very tired person, yet she does not allow herself to give up. She has a lot to fight for.

Agnes is hard to embarrass, in many ways she is unwavering and hard-headed, and yet there is a way - put some makeup on and dress her up! Believe me: you've never seen anything cuter!

Much more calm and harmonious she becomes in the evening, when she is tired. In these moments you can talk to her on deeper topics.

As said before, Agnes is very optimistic! Even if she has to behave in this way simply to avoid going crazy from nervous tension, it is still admirable. That's probably why people are drawn to her. There's something about this girl that makes many people inspired. A wide smile? A confident strut? A loud, clear speech? That's right, absolutely. But perhaps if you become her friend, you will realize that the real reason for wanting to be around her is not the image of an omnipotent heroine, but in the ability to support. To create an atmosphere of comfort and care around her, even if she herself is running out of strength. That's the kind of person she is.

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