#NSB Group

[shawsimmer]

finally using the bowling pack after ignoring it for years 😎

[seokolat]

« You’re the only friends I need »

[grimm-haven]

Getting bubble tea while shopping for prom dresses, except Marshall is just here for the bubble tea and for someone else, too.

Beginning of Rose Gen // Previous // Next

[plasma-janes]

Gavin: When you found us together, it wasn't something brand new.

June: I'm feeling so much better. Thank you so much Gavin.

Gavin: I'm sorry, that came out wrong. What I'm trying to say is that J didn't want to come out as bi. He was afraid everyone would look at him different.

January: Still failing to see the point here, Gavin.

Gavin: What I mean to say is that J and I had been together for a long time, before June and J ever even met.

June: Wait, so J was-

Gavin: J strung both of us along for longer than he ever should have.

June: And now you have nowhere to live?

Gavin: I was hoping, maybe, I could stay here for bit? At least until I can find my own place.

January, to June: He could help with the baby . . .

[leafsimming]

Year 2, Summer, Day 6/14

teenage sweethearts

okayyy lukey dont hurt em now

[ghostiiess]

“you’re my red string”

synopsis: because ni-ki called you ‘bro’, you decided to tease him back with a silent treatment.

warnings: petnames (babe and baby), mention of kisses on the cheek and on your hand, i think that's all? let me know if there's more!

type: fluff (ni-ki’s imagines will always be sfw!!)

wc: around 1k

member: ni-ki from enhypen x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used to describe y/n)

reblogs and likes are really appreciated! not too sure about the end, but lmk if you liked it :D

english's not my main tongue. sorry if i made any mistakes!

permanent taglist: @nsb-rkive @firebenderwolf @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7

It's been about three hours since your boyfriend jokingly called you “bro”. He knew you didn't really like the nickname, but he liked teasing you. For him, seeing your cute reaction and your smile was probably the highlights of his day. That's probably one of the many reasons why he deliberately teased you…

You weren't exactly the kind of person who would use the silent treatment to get what you wanted, but you were curious to see his reaction. After all, you also liked to see him smile.

- I'm home! he exclaimed.

You smiled a little, then waited. This was going to be fun.

Not hearing your voice, Ni-Ki repeated the sentence he had just spoken:

- Babe? Are you there?

Your boyfriend and you shared an apartment, and let's just say that the times he uttered the phrase "I'm home" were pretty rare... He always came home late because of his hard work, and he had a lot of practice. It wasn't part of your ritual not to greet him when you were both in the apartment. The rare moments you had together that weren't during the night when you were asleep, you usually played video games with him and listened to him talk about his upcoming concerts and projects with his music group.

Still not hearing you, you could hear a sigh from him. He knew you were there: your shoes were in the hall. You heard him walk from the front door to the living room, where he found you on your phone, no headphones, no videos playing in the background, your ears perfectly tuned to hear him greet you a few minutes earlier.

- Hi.

You didn't even look at him.

- Are you deaf? he laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. I was waiting for your hug...

Whenever he came home, you always put your arms around Ni-Ki's shoulders. You knew he didn't like that kind of attention from people he didn't know very well, but from you? He loved it. He loved the gentle attention you gave him, the loving names you called him, the cuddling time he spent with you... He loved it, but he would never dare to say it to your face.

- Are you okay? Do you sleep with your eyes open now?

You moved to let him know you weren't sleeping, to let him know what you were doing: a silent treatment.

- Oh, I see what you're doing, Y/N...

He gave you a faint smile.

- It's because I called you bro, isn't it?

You didn't answer, which confirmed that he was right.

- You know I said that just to tease you, right? I didn't mean it. And if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're my best bro.

You obviously didn't answer.

- So you won't talk? All right, then I'll have to make you talk.

Without letting you react, Ni-Ki took your hand and gave it a simple kiss, hoping it would work.

- Do you want to talk now?

Seeing your resistance, your boyfriend approached you, then gave you a kiss on the cheek and a small smile:

- No reaction? That's strange, you always smile when I kiss your cheek...

Sighing, he rested on the back of the sofa.

- It's not easy to make you talk...

Then he had an idea.

- If I can't make you react physically, I'll make you react verbally.

You looked at him and immediately regretted it: he was way too cute.

- I'll tell you what I like about you, and I'll stop when you're tired of me.

He cleared his throat, then began:

- First of all, I love your eyes. I could get lost in them for years and never get tired of it.

Hoping you would answer, he sighed. He missed you, your words, your affection.

- Second, I love your hands. They're so soft…, he added, taking one of your hands and kissing the top of it.

He crossed his fingers with yours and gave you a small smile.

- I love your smile. You always light up the room with yours and every time you smile I think it couldn't be more beautiful, but I'm wrong every time.

You had to bite your lips to hide your smile. You knew you weren't subtle, but you couldn't control your desire to smile.

- Is that a smile I see? Does that mean I can live with a real person again and not a statue? he laughed.

Running a hand through his hair, he continued:

- Should I continue?

Still without an answer, Ni-Ki took the opportunity to continue.

- I like your personality. Actually, I don't think the word "like" is strong enough. I love your personality... You're probably one of the people who means the most to me. You always greet me with a smile on your face and you are always understanding about my schedule and my practices.

While playing with your fingers, he went on:

- You're always there for me, trying to make me smile and feel good, and I really appreciate that.

Your lips hurt. You couldn't stop smiling. You tried to hide it, but it was no use: Ni-Ki would always manage to make you smile.

He sighed:

- And I want you to know that even if you're giving me the silent treatment, I will always love you. Even if I don't show it sometimes, I appreciate you and you're one of the people I care about most.

Seeing your smile gradually spreading, he added:

- And if I may say so, I think you're my red string... I don't really believe in signs and myths or anything like that, but I think this is true. At least I think it is for us.

The Japanese myth of the red string: the one you were passionate about. Ni-Ki and you thought it was cute to know that everyone had a string around them that was attached to someone else.

You couldn't go on any longer. You smiled and put your hands in front of your face.

- I can't go on, you're too cute!

He chuckled slightly:

- You're just obsessed with me, admit it.

- Keep telling yourself that.

He smiled, then kissed you gently on the lip before letting you speak:

- Did you mean any of those things?

He rolled his eyes, then smiled.

- Of course, I did, you silly.

[herecirmsims]

Graveyard Visit

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Five group poses for two adults and two infants, plus all-in-ones. There is a small height difference between the two adults so if you use the height mod, there may be misalignments! Made with masc and femme frames and, as always, there may be clipping or floating depending on Sim body type or clothing. They were intended for a grave visiting scene, but aren't attached to any object so you can easily use them for whatever situation you like.

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[actualbird]

tot is a very funny game in many areas, but i think one thing that wouldve made it even more hilarious is if we had more stories occurring before main story 5 (i.e. when luke enters the NXX investigation team and reveals himself to be an NSB agent) and IN THAT DURATION BEFORE THAT REVEAL, the game leaned WAY MORE into luke trying and failing to pass as a regular normal civilian

luke hacks into a highly secure online database and mc is like "what how do you know how to do that" and luke laughs nervously and says "i took some online courses when i was in college!"

luke drives a car like hes in the fast and the furious franchise, fully doing vehicular maneuvers like hes a getaway driver in a high-speed chase and mc is holding onto the handlebar for dear life like "HOW DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE LIKE THIS" and luke just shrugs and says "uh, video games"

luke fully manages to beat up an entire group of assailants without breaking a sweat and mc is like "OKAY. YOU ARE NOT NORMAL. WHAT. HOW. WHY????" and luke is like "self defense classes!" and shes like "you were fighting like a one man army, i do NOT believe you" and luke is silent for a moment before adding "....they were...advanced self defense classes?"

luke is a horrible liar and mc does not believe him but she also did not have enough of a wild ass imagination to jump to the conclusion that the truth is that hes a SECRET AGENT

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

The Rift - Chapter Four

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Marcus Acacius x Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Rating: Chapter is T, overall fic is E (18+ only, explicit smut)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: ridiculous dialogue, pining between so many characters, unrealistic heroics technology used as plot contrivances

Summary: After the Heroics manage to close the Rift, trapping Marcus Acacius on the wrong side of time and space, the group enlists Marcus Moreno for help. The leader of the Heroics is still dealing with the fallout of the Rift, but he's fascinated by the unlikely visitor to their time... almost as much as he is interested in the FBI Agent who called him.

A/N: LOOK AT OUR LITTLE GUYS GO!!!! They're settling in nicely to their routine of talking late into the night ;)

Masterlist | Chapter Three | Next chapter>>

(Moreno)

Closing the Rift hadn’t solved all of Marcus’s problems, but then again, he should never have expected it to. Sure, the White House was much happier now that a giant crack in space was no longer glowing ominously just a few steps from the White House lawn, but the general public seemed to take any excuse to take to the streets. When the Rift had appeared, groups protested Heroics’ control of the area, despite Marcus’s repeated comments about being concerned with public safety and the general wellbeing of space and time in general. Now, predictably, people are angry that the Rift had been closed with little-to-no exploration of the phenomenon. And he gets it, really, he does. But his first priority had to be the safety of the city, not to mention the department’s accountability to the US Government. The powers that be had said “Shut the portal,” and Marcus wasn’t in any place to disobey direct orders.

He pinches the bridge of his nose again, pushing up the thick frames of his glasses as he does so, and glances at the muted plasma screen in the corner of his office. The news has been showing footage of the protests for hours now, and Marcus watches glumly as the camera zooms in on a hastily-written posterboard that reads “I WANTED TO SEE WHAT WAS IN THE LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA.”

His intercom buzzes, and Marcus angrily presses the ‘off’ button on the TV remote before answering, “Yes?” The metal stapler on his desk wobbles back and forth slightly, and the Heroic has to shake his head rapidly back and forth to force his powers back down to a low simmer.

“Someone from the FBI here to see you?”

Marcus’s stapler suddenly implodes on itself. Shit.

“Listen, will you National Security guys give it a rest?” he snaps irritably as the door opens. “We’ve got the situation under control. If I have any updates, I’ll contact you, but at the moment, consider no news is good news.”

The Agent looks surprised at the outburst. “I’m not from NSB,” he says slowly. 

“Which department is coming to yell at me, now?” Marcus deadpans.

“My name is Special Agent Pike, I’m with Art Crimes.”

“...Art Crimes?”

“And actually, I really need your help.”

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh, shit.” The Heroic paces back and forth in front of his desk taking in everything Agent Pike had just told him. This is what happens when you’re pulled in a million different directions. His own research department had been begging for access, the CIA was screaming at him every day about Homeland Security, and the fucking President called him personally to ask what he was doing to make the Rift go away.

This is how mistakes happen. Things get missed, people get hurt. He sinks, with defeat, into one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“This man, you said he’s at your apartment right now?”

“Not mine, no. My, uh… my friend’s. Actually, more of a consultant. Yeah, a consultant. She’s a curator at the National Gallery of Art,” Pike says, as if this explains everything. 

“Why involve this other person? This… museum employee?”

“I mean, she’s an expert,” the Agent says vehemently. “She’s a classical Archaeologist, was helping us with some smuggled artifacts relating to the Rift… Anyway, she’s brilliant, and I knew she’d be able to help, and sure enough, she’s speaking Latin like it’s a normal, everyday thing to do and teaching this guy English.”

“How long did you say this man has been in your custody?” Marcus asks.

“About eight hours.”

Marcus studies the Agent. He feels like being a public servant has beaten him down over the years, turning the once-optimistic superhero who wanted to save the world into the jaded, tired old man he is now. Agent Pike’s demeanor seems to indicate that he’d somehow escaped the gradual decline into pessimism. No, this was a man who loved his job wholeheartedly, and it showed. The fire in his eyes was galvanizing… and beautiful.

The Heroic stands abruptly. “I want to see him.”

(Pike)

Marcus hesitantly taps on your door, having no idea what to expect on the other side. 

Even still, when the tall, broad man who was formerly dressed in full Roman regalia and is now wearing a faded Bryn Mawr hoodie and pajama pants and holding a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch answers the door, Marcus is struck dumb. 

“Hello!” the man announces seriously.

“Hey! Sorry. We’ve been practicing.” your face pops up near his elbow, giving Marcus a little wave.

“How are you today! I am fine, how are you!” the man at the door bellows loudly.

“What the…” Marcus Moreno mutters under his breath. 

“My. Name. Is. Marcus. Acacius,” Marcus Acacius says haltingly. 

“That’s his last name!” you pipe up with a giddy smile. “He is a general in the Emperor’s army.”

“See-ree-all,” Marcus Acacius says, holding up the box before grabbing another handful of his snack. 

“That’s a tough word,” you shrug. 

“You’re feeding a Roman general processed sugar from a box,” Marcus Pike says flatly.

“I’m sorry, I’m single-handedly teaching a Roman man how to speak modern English and you are criticizing my choice of food?”

“His name is Marcus?” the Hero asks skeptically. 

“Yep,” you chirp brightly. “Marcus, meet Marcus. And you’ve already met Marcus. Hi Marcus, I don’t believe we’ve been introduced.” You hold out your hand for the newcomer to shake. 

“This is chaos,” Marcus says as he takes your hand. 

The General also offers his hand. “Hello, how are you today! I am fine, how are you!”

“I’ve barely been gone two hours,” Marcus says with a disbelieving laugh. “And he’s speaking full sentences.”

“Tee-vee is magic,” the General tells him. “I also come here by magic.”

“Pretty much,” the Agent agrees with a chuckle. “You okay?” he asks, looking at you. 

“You showed up in the middle of the night with a man who happens to come from exactly the time of my expertise and area of study,” you say, leveling a finger at him. “I’m doing… amazing! Honestly, this is the most exciting day of my life.” Sobering, you glance between your new pupil and the leader of the Heroics. “What about him? Will he be able to return home?”

“Home,” Marcus Acacius nods enthusiastically. “To Roma.”

Marcus Pike looks at the hero with discerning eyes. He can see the lines on his face, the worry etched on his forehead. A man who’s in over his head, struggling to stay afloat as the pressure threatens to pull him under. He knows that feeling well. 

The man shakes his head sadly, looking pained.

“No?” the Roman asks. “No Roma?”

“I… I don’t know,” the hero admits. 

“Nescio,” you translate, and the man looks troubled. 

The Hero glances over at Marcus, and something in his return gaze seems to spur him into action. “No, hang on,” Moreno adds. “The Heroics caused this mess. The Heroics will fix it. I’ll see to it.” 

“How will I get in touch with you?” Marcus asks as he turns for the door. Moreno pauses, and looks back. “Let me give you my direct line, okay?” 

Wordlessly, Marcus hands him his phone and watches as the man taps in his number and hands it back. He presses the ‘Call’ button, and the Hero’s own phone dings in his pocket before Marcus cancels the call. 

“Now you’ve got mine, too.”

The Heroic flushes slightly, and nods. “I’ll be in touch. Marcus. And uh, Marcus.” He nods perfunctorily at the Roman general, and leaves. 

“That was weird,” you laugh, breaking the silence that had fallen over the apartment.

“What was?”

“It was like he had a crush on you or something,” you tell Marcus. 

He snorts. “I find that hard to believe.” 

“Why? You’ve a good-looking man.”

Marcus tries to ignore the way his heart aches at your words. “Sure,” he jokes.

“What? I’m serious.”

“He’s the leader of the Heroics. He could do better.” It’s meant to be another joke, but it comes out slightly more maudlin than intended. 

“That’s your protest? That he could do better? Hang on–Marcus, are you gay?”

“No!” The protest is far too loud. “I mean, I’ve dabbled. It’s not… y’know.”

“You should go for it,” you say, shrugging your shoulders in a way that’s meant to be nonchalant, but Marcus can see the strain behind your eyes with the effort of playing it cool. 

“That’s not who I’m interested in,” he says quietly. He forces himself to look directly into your eyes as he says this, despite the pounding in his heart. 

“Oh,” you whisper, your voice shaking slightly as you flash him a cautious, shy smile. 

“Quid est?”

The question cuts through the moment, and Marcus turns to see the General holding a souvenir snow globe of the Parthenon and looking very confused. 

“Your turn,” you tell Marcus with a laugh.

(Moreno)

It takes one week for the leader of the Heroics to call.

A few metal pens clink together in the sleek black canister on Marcus’s desk as he taps on the words ‘Agent Pike’ and puts the phone to his ear. 

“This is Pike,” comes the response at the other end of the call.

“Hi–” Marcus clears his throat. “Hi. It’s Marcus. Moreno.”

“I know.” He can hear the chuckle in the man’s voice. “I hope you’ve got good news.”

“Yes, and no,” Marcus admits. 

“Can I get the ‘yes’ first?” Agent Pike jokes. 

“My team thinks they can recreate the energy blast that created the Rift without causing a massive explosion or a uh… black hole that swallows the entire planet.”

“That sounds like a positive,” the Agent says optimistically.

“The bad news is that they don’t know how long it’s going to take to invent that kind of technology from scratch. But I’ve explained the situation and the urgency behind it and I’ve got people working ‘round the clock to recreate the Rift and get Marcus Acacius back home.”

“That’s great,” the other man says cheerfully. In the background, he hears your voice cheering as well. “Sorry, I put it on speaker,” Marcus laughs. 

“How is the General, by the way?” he asks. 

“Oh, he’s fine. Learning more about modern life, has quite a few more words under his belt. We took him shopping for some new clothes the other day, that was… fun.” 

Marcus snorts, trying to imagine a person from two thousand years in the past attempting to navigate a modern mall. 

“And the two of you… you’re handling it? Keeping it quiet?”

“Oh, yeah. Haven’t told anyone else, obviously. We’ve been taking turns going to work, taking a few vacation days here and there, not raising any suspicions about our sudden odd behavior.”

“I appreciate it,” Marcus tells him sincerely. “Oh hey–I almost forgot. I have something for you. Bit of Heroics tech that might help you guys out.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Can I stop by your colleague’s apartment later today to deliver it?” 

“Yeah, of course,” the Agent answers. “We’ll see you then.”

(You)

This might be the best week of your life. 

Hiding a fugitive Roman General in your apartment probably should be stressing you out, but instead you’re having the time of your life. 

The situation, by default, has forced you into close proximity with Special Agent Pike, a man you’ve longed to know as more than just an occasional colleague from the moment you met him. At a minimum, he’s at your place every evening as soon as he can get away from work without people asking questions, but there have been several days that the both of you had called off and spent the day together with your temporary houseguest.

And then there’s Marcus Acacius. 

A brilliant man, he’s done his best to adjust to his new surroundings. He certainly cut an intimidating figure dressed in full regalia on your doorstep at three in the morning, but even in his new wardrobe, he still manages to look just as commanding. He almost looks ‘normal’ standing in your kitchen, wearing khakis and a button-up and filling a glass of water from the tap, but there’s always a hint of otherworldliness about him that no amount of modern clothing can camouflage. 

His eyes are sharp and astute, and his gaze always seems to make the heat rise to your cheeks. His presence seems to fluster Marcus as well; you notice him trip over his words on occasion, and you swear you saw the man blush when he had to help button the General’s new shirt after your little shopping trip. 

If anything, having the two of them in your home feels… cozy. 

You almost wish it didn’t have to come to an end. 

A knock at the door startles you out of your reverie. 

“Take bets, is that the pizzas or the Heroic?” Marcus chuckles from his spot on the couch. 

“It’s the pizza,” you call out when you open the door to the intoxicating smell of cheese, bread, and garlic. As you’re paying the deliverer, however, the stairwell door opens and Marcus Moreno walks hesitantly toward you. 

“Is this a bad time?” he asks. “You guys look like you’re about to have dinner.”

“Of course not! We thought maybe you’d like to stay and have some, so we got extra.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude…” he begins.

Hearing the exchange, Pike joins you at the door and beckons the man in with a little jerk of his head. “Don’t be silly. Come have dinner with us.”

Marcus Moreno hesitates for just a moment longer, and then shrugs. “Okay.”

After spending most of the week together, you, Marcus, and Marcus have settled into a dinner routine. You line up and open the pizza boxes as the Roman grabs a stack of plates from the cabinet and Marcus fills four glasses with ice and water and carries them to the table.

“Hello, how are you?” Marcus Acacius asks the Heroic politely.

“Hey,” Moreno grins. “You look like you’re settling in.”

“I am very well,” the man answers. “Pizza is a very good food.”

The Hero laughs. “You’re right about that.” 

The four of you eat dinner in companionable silence. As usual, the General eats far more than anyone else, finishing off almost an entire pizza by himself. You can’t help but wonder about his life in Rome–what he does, what he eats, where he lives. You’ve tried to ask, but the language barrier forces your conversations to be short and simple. You wish you could talk to him, really talk. He must have some incredibly interesting things to say…

After dinner, you pour four glasses of wine. The Roman grins widely at you, flashing his teeth. “Vino, excellent,” and you smile back, ducking your head a little and subconsciously glancing over at Pike. You aren’t sure what you’re worried about–jealousy, maybe?–but the Agent nods fondly and raises his glass in a silent toast. 

“Let me show you what I brought,” the Heroic announces as the four of you sit in the living room. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a couple of devices that are slightly larger and thicker than cell phones, but not by much. 

“We actually developed these to speak to aliens back when we were dealing with that situation with the Throqans several years ago. They were indispensable in helping us communicate and deescalate what could have turned into some kind of intergalactic war,” Marcus Moreno explains, switching one of the devices on. “It wasn’t until after that we realized we could program it to translate human languages. I had someone add a new function just for you. Here, say something.” He holds the device up to Marcus Pike. 

“Uh… this is me, saying something.” 

Immediately, the device emits a string of perfect Latin. The General perks up, cocking his head to the side and examining the device intently. 

“These will translate anything you say in English into Latin, or vice versa,” Moreno says, and the words are again repeated back in Latin. “You want to try?” he asks, holding the device out to Marcus Acacius, who takes it carefully in one large hand and says something into it.

“So many times every day I say to myself, ‘This thing must be magic,’ and I find I must say it once again.”

You let out a little shriek of delight. Marcus Pike laughs joyfully and claps the Heroic on the shoulder. 

“This is incredible! Marcus, thank you,” he says, his hand still on the man’s shoulder. You don’t miss how the very tips of the Hero’s ears turn pink. 

“It’s the least I could do. They all come with earpieces, too, so you can each automatically hear translations of everything that’s said.” 

The Roman speaks into the translator again. “Do you also bring news of when I might return home?”

Marcus Moreno bites his lip. “I wish I could say I did, but I don’t. The technology is still only theoretical. We’ve been running tests, but so far, nothing has been successful.”

Acacius listens to the translation, nodding slowly and looking somewhat disappointed. Suddenly, though, he brightens, and speaks again. 

“Ah well, if there are more pizza dinners in my future, then so be it.”

[novapark]

Izan's ISBIBC

So I'm still kinda in setup/build hell but I'm getting itchy to play so I thought I might do a little bachelor challenge to get my fix while I continue to build. To start let's get the general details out of the way first so you can know if this is for you or not:

This is a GAMEPLAY oriented BC. Posing will be limited to fun story things for introductions and exits.

I will play this ISBI style, meaning I ONLY control Izan. I can do group commands like "call to meal" but that's it.

I will do rounds of eliminations based on Izan's relationship with the contestants. I think it'll be every 3 days so they have some time to make their moves and maybe do an off lot activity.

I will take a maximum of seven contestants, any and all cc is fine.

It is first come, first serve and your entry isn't counted until I have the sim's files in hand.

So with the basics out of the way, let me tell you a little about Izan.

He's 23

He has three very young children.

He's a witch

He has adhd

His main traits are Adventurous, Socially Awkward, and Self-Assured

He is the youngest of six.

He is one of my main sims of my current generation so he plays a main role in most of my saves and stories. He is a prince of one of my countries in the royal sims universe, he's a townie in Rio's save in ts3, and he's Atlas' best friend in NSB. So there will be a lot of opportunity to see your sim build a life with him.

Now for what he is looking for:

Izan is pan so any gender is fine.

Occults are fine

Gotta be okay with being a step-parent.

No one perfect. Please give them at least one negative trait.

If you want to make a post to introduce them, feel free but otherwise you can just send me a message with a bit about them. I mostly need to know their gender identity so I make sure they are set right with my mods, and if possible two talents and two weaknesses I can set them up with.

Anyway, I think that's finally it. The tag for this is IzansISBIBC. Let me know if you have any questions.

[animelosers]

hey, could you make an imagine about nsb picking you up at the airport / their reactions when they see you or something like that? i love your imagines, keep it up :)

YES- omg I LOVE THIS!

Note; I have never been on a pane before so do not judge.

Warnings; fluff, spice? not sure.

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OLIVER; I start walking to the exit doors looking for my boyfriend. It has been 5 months since we have seen each other in person. I have been busy with college and he has been busy with meeting about his group.

"Y/N!" I hear my name being called from a good distance away from me. I turn my head to the right and I see Oliver, he is wearing a white shirt with baggy jeans and a red cap. I drop my bags and run to him as he opens his arms, no I am not going to jump on him. I hug him tightly as he starts kissing all around my face, I laugh at his reaction.

"I missed you," I say before kissing him, his arms grip tighter around my waist.

"I missed you too hun," He looks at me in the eyes, "Just wait for my surprise later,"

"I'm scared now," I say jokingly.

"Don't be. I know you will love it,"

SEBASTIAN; I go to pick up my luggage but then I remember who is getting me.

"You don't need to grab my luggage you know," I say as I look at my boyfriend.

"Well hello to you too baby," He says as he smiles at me while I roll my eyes jokingly before kissing him gently. Once we pulled away we walked to the car but before I knew it I felt arms around my waist, "I missed you."

"I missed you too baby," I say while closing the trunk. He doesn't let go of my waist, I feel him start kissing my neck, "Baby let's go home first."

"We will see if I can wait until we get home but no promises," He says kissing deeply.

"This is so going to be a long vacation, huh?"

"Yup," He says smirking.

JUSTIN; I finally show up to the NSB house. Ryan told me Justin hasn't been doing the best and I already knew ever since last week after a call together. So I few out to surprise him, once I entered the house the others look at me in silence shock.

"Oh my god," Regie says and hugs me.

"Yes I am here," I say hugging him back.

"Want me to call Justin down here?" Oliver asks as I nod in response while I finish hugging the others, "Justin! Come down here!"

I stand behind the wall that is connected to the stairs so he won't be able to see me.

"What bro-"

"Hi baby," I interrupt his sentence. He is wrapped in a blanket, wearing a white tank top, grey sweat pants, and his hair is messy. He drops his blanket and runs up to me.

"The love of my life is here holy shit-" He kisses me gently as everyone 'ew-ed' at us making me laugh, "Who flied you out here?"

"We did," Oliver, Ryan, and Sebastian say in sync.

"We realized that you weren't doing well so we came up with the idea to fly them out here," Sebastian explains.

"The four of us split the payment for the ticket," I say, "I know you weren't doing well especially when you aren't even playing video games."

He looks at me with a sad look and hug me tightly, "I love you."

"I love you too," I whisper to him.

RYAN; Everyone was there to pick you up so Ryan didn't really have a reaction until you guys got into the car.

Ryan and I get into the back seat as the others get my stuff into the car. I gently kiss him once we got in, knowing he isn't going to give a huge reaction when everyone is around. He slowly kisses me back as gentle as one can be.

"Missed you," I say as I pull back.

"I missed you more," He looks at me lovingly before practically cuddling me in the car. I notice the boys are still 'putting my suitcases in the car' but earlier I asked Oliver to give Ryan and I privacy for a bit before we left fully.

"Let's go the our favorite pizza place tonight," He says.

"Ugh yes! I have been really craving it," I say as he laughed.

"I love you, baby," He says as he leans in.

"And I love you," I say before we kiss once more.

KANE; "Baby!" He yells as he runs to me and hugs me. I hug back while laughing at the fact people are staring.

"Hi Honey," I say before kissing him deeply. My hear skips a beat as I feel him start to kiss deeper. I allow it for a for a bit before I pull away.

"Let me get your bags," He says immediately after. He is like a child at the playground every time he gets picks me up from the airport or a horn dog . . . sometimes both.

"Honey, you do not have t-"

"Yes I do, I am your boyfriend and most likely your future husband," I laugh and kisses his cheek. It was only two bags I had since a lot of my clothes are actually are at his place.

"Are you proposing right now?" I ask him. He smiles at me softly and kisses my forehead and looks at me lovingly.

" . . . no," he answers as I groan.

REGIE; I finally get into the house because the boys forgot I was coming into town. I enter the pin of their front door as I open it I see Regie coming down the stairs shirtless, as usual, and on his phone. A part of me is pissed but the other part is happy to see my lovely boyfriend.

"B-Baby?!?" He says once he looks up from his phone. His face in shock and red. He runs down the stairs quickly, once he gets closer to me and tires to hug me I dodge his hug. "What's wrong?"

"I was waiting at the airport for 40 minutes! I called you and Ty last night explaining my phone got messed up because of my younger siblings so it dies quickly. I tried calling you from the airport but no answer-"

"That is why I was getting calls from the airport- baby I am so sorry, we had meetings after meetings and we got so caught up. We just got home like 20 minutes ago," He explains himself as I listen to him. I know he doesn't like when I am mad at him or upset so I just let out sigh before interrupting him with a kiss.

His hand immediately go to my waist, squeezing my hips. "Watch it," I say as his hands get lower.

"Forgive me?" He whispers into my ear.

"Deserve it," Once those words left my mouth, Regie throws me over his shoulder and takes me upstairs leaving my bag next to the front door.

DARREN; Once him and I get into his car, I look over at him.

"Psstt," I say waiting for him to respond. He turns on the car and starts playing, 'This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory'.

"Remember I played this song when I asked you to be mine?" He asks me, his black hair slightly in his face as he looks over at me. I nod at his responce.

"Baby-" He interrupts me by singing the lyrics. I just smile at him, knowing the fact him and I haven't seen each other in 6 months so he is still in a bliss.

"So if you're lonely~ Darlin' you're glowing~ So if you're lonely, then come be lonely with me~" He sings, sooner or later I start singing him.

After our car karaoke, silence fell upon us, "Baby?"

"Yes, Darling?" He responds.

"I have been thinking about moving out here with you," I say.

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep. 105: Moving On and Moving In

With Luigi’s post college career on track, it was time for him to focus on fulfilling his lifelong desire to establish his own homestead in sunny Sulani.

He’d always imagined living right on the water, but none of the available waterfront properties would accommodate a stable. He refused to abandon his promise that Noemi could adopt a horse, so the couple searched further inland for their own personal slice of paradise.

Scouring openings on all the islands, they finally decided on a modest sized ranch on Lani St. Taz. It was quite close to the beach, and the large side yard called out for a sturdy stable. After walking through the lot a couple times, they decided it was perfect.

With the island ranch now officially their  home, it was time to furnish it with everything their little family needed to live comfortably.

Luigi had never worried about simoleons and spared no expense purchasing the best furniture and appliances. In the end they spent almost every penny of his savings as well as the surprisingly large nest egg Noemi and Kiana had set aside by living modestly.

Being two professionals soon to start lucrative careers, Luigi was sure they’d be making more than enough to replenish their bank account quickly.

The final step, of course, was getting all that furniture moved in and setup (not to mention paint and wallpaper!). The house they’d bought had been “move in ready” with a neutral and thoroughly boring beige interior pallet, and according to Luigi that “simply wouldn’t do”.

Noemi was glad they’d taken Dr. Valasquez’s advice to put out a call for help getting them settled. After all the house hunting, she was in absolutely no condition to do much more than lounge around and try to recover from hauling their nearly full-term baby around with them.

Luigi dropped his favorite girl off at the homestead to keep his self proclaimed “lazy” father company while he and a large group of younger family and friends spent the day setting their new home up just right.

While unpacking Luigi had time to catch up on the others lives.

Bonnie sent her husband Leroy’s regrets. He was up against a big deadline in his new job as a freelance writer, but they were doing well. She’d even brought some of the first vegetables harvested from the seeds Luigi had given her at Winterfest as a housewarming gift!

Scott reported that he and Bria had started talking about trying for a baby. His sister practically had her own basketball team, and he figured it was time for him to maybe have at least one of his own! Luigi wished the couple luck while silently shaking his head in disbelief that he’d ended up being one of the first in his friend group to have a child when he’d been so unsure of when he’d even feel ready to get started trying!

Most of his friends may have been doing well, but as soon as they’d arrived Luigi had sensed the tension between Hunter and Tess, who’d just given up their quest for a baby themselves after a string of devastating miscarriages. He’d contemplated not inviting them to help with the move to spare them having to help unpack so much infant gear, but he couldn’t bear the thought that they might feel unwelcome or abandoned.

Hunter was quiet and withdrawn, barely responding to Luigi’s gentle questions. Tess shed more light on their situation, taking advantage of a moment alone with him to confide her fears for her husband’s mental health and the difficulties she was having getting him to communicate with her.

The loss of their babies had taken a heavy toll on their relationship. Luigi told his friend how sorry he was and reminded her he was there for them if he could help in any way. He loved them both and hoped they could bounce back from their troubles without losing each other too.

At the end of the long day Peachy and Noemi arrived with a couple big bags of groceries. Taking her hand Luigi excitedly showed his girl from room to room, basking in the glow of her happy smile.

According to Noemi she’d had her fill of muted tones living with Kiana’s plain tastes in décor, preferring the bold colors and bright patterns that filled their new home. At the end of the tour, she told Luigi that her absolute favorite room was the nursery. A serene blue paradise, she just knew that the little person sleeping peacefully inside her was going to absolutely love it there someday soon.

Gathering everyone in the living room the couple offered their wholehearted thanks and invited them to stick around. It was time to party!

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[seokolat]

They say Wednesday is the new Friday after all… 🤷

(Means they literally go out ALL the time)

Elijah was created by @cherrywisp !!

[grimm-haven]

Okay, Sol did end up joining a club. Mariela Deveny was pretty persuasive. She was a genius at robotics and handiness, but she required a little more tutoring in her other subjects. Plus, Mariela promised her she'd get her into contact with a club member who was taking a gap year to intern for a software engineer at some well-known space tech company. Unfortunately, she wasn't comfortable with study groups. It was obvious enough that Mariela couldn't help but ask her multiple times throughout the night.

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The Guests Have Arrived

Bonus: Just another bump photo

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Year 2, Spring, Day 3/14

i think addie's parents might stop letting her invite livia to their fancy-ass house. every time she comes over, objects mysteriously go missing...

bonus pics of luke + addie and livia + nani becoming bffs awwee