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[nothinggold13]

I Love You; It's Ruining My Life

"The first reaction is denial. In this stage, individuals believe the precipitating event is somehow mistaken, and cling to a false, preferable reality. Some may also isolate themselves, avoiding others who may have accepted what is happening. This stage is usually a temporary defense."

[cxrrodedcoffin]

Rock Me - Spencer Reid

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Summary: Spencer decides to surprise Rockstar!Reader on the road after one of her tour stops, so they fuck each other’s brains out.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: I made my first custom fic header! I really wanted to capture the vibe I was picturing for this so I hope y’all like it! Decided to combine my love of music with my love for Spencer Reid, I was def picturing the vibes of The Pretty Reckless and In This Moment for the kind of band reader is the frontwoman of, reader plays the bass guitar because I always wanted to play bass when I was younger lol. Very short outro cuz I felt like it was getting a little too long lol, p.s. yes the title is a one direction song, fight me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TW: sub!spencer, mommy kink, established relationship, lots of teasing, playfully mean dom!reader, degradation, pet names, unprotected sex, penetration, afab + fem reader, slight alcohol mention, cum eating, oral sex (reader receiving), handjob, typical criminal minds level violence at the beginning.

Rating: R, 18+

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You were a force of nature. Spencer knew that from the moment the team walked into that concert venue in search of a serial killer targeting high profile rock musicians. Your voice captivated him, strong melodies reverberating inside his mind, snaking around his every thought, he was hypnotized like a sailor drawn to your siren song.

When the unsub ran on stage and held a knife to your throat, Spencer’s heart stopped, until you used the headstock of your bass to uppercut the criminal, forcing him to drop the knife and stumble back into your bandmate’s drum set. You weren’t going to wait for someone to rescue you no matter what you were ordered to do, your fate was in no one’s hands but your own.

That was the moment Spencer knew he had to have you, and he’d do whatever it took to see you as often as possible. He spent the next six months bouncing back and forth across the country, from whatever state the latest case was in to wherever your next tour stop was. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Now, as he waited anxiously on your tour bus with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand ready to surprise you, he found his mind wandering back to every dirty encounter the two of you had leading up to this. He catered to your every whim, falling to his knees to eat you out whenever you asked, in your dressing room before a show, in the bathroom on the moving tour bus, even side stage right after you’d just finished performing, smelling like smoke and sweat, ripping your fishnets so he could devour your cunt on top of an amp.

What the two of you had was utterly filthy, and he loved every second of it. You hadn’t given him the pleasure of properly fucking you yet, but that’s not to say you disregarded his pleasure all together, far from it. You loved to let him put on a show for you, sitting on the bench across from him on the bus as you watched his brow furrow, his large hand fisting his cock impossibly slowly as you talked him through masturbation, reveling in the way he whimpered when you finally gave him permission to cum, shooting a massive load all over his lightly toned stomach.

He felt free with you, like he could lull the constant noise in his head for a short while and just be whatever you wanted in the moment, whether that be a loving boyfriend who’d hold you and let you bitch to your heart's content about your in-ears malfunctioning during the show, or a mere tool for your pleasure, he was content.

But right now, he was really, really hoping you’d use him like your own personal sex toy.

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You raised your bass in the air, screaming an enthusiastic ‘goodnight!’ into your mic before running off stage, desperate to rip your clothes off and cool down after sweating your ass off under the stage lights for the last hour and a half.

You handed off your gear to the sound techs before saying congratulatory goodbyes to your band mates, making as close to an irish exit as you could, shaking off any fleeting guilt you had about it knowing you’d do the whole thing over again together in a couple days when you arrived in the next city.

You grabbed your bag from your dressing room, taking a couple snacks for the road from the basket the venue provided in accordance with your rider before heading out to the bus, ready to take a cold shower as soon as possible. You yanked open the bus door handle, climbing the short steps into the central seating area, nearly dropping your bag when you finally saw him.

“Spence!” You cheered, a little too giddy to see your boy wonder. You quickly tossed your bag aside and straddled his lap, taking his face in your hands and crashing your lips to his in an open-mouthed kiss. Your tongue danced with his, desperate to taste him after two weeks of no physical content. Spencer had sent you as many tribute videos as you’d asked for while you were apart, but it just wasn’t the same as getting to feel him.

When you pulled away, the deep red of your lipstick was smeared across his plush lips, and you would’ve giggled if the sight hadn’t turned you on so much. He really was so pretty, you absolutely understood why his teammates nicknamed him pretty boy. You kissed him one more time on the cheek, placing a perfect kiss print on his soft skin before reaching for the flowers he’d brought you. You took in the fresh floral scent, admiring the flora for a moment before thanking him and getting up to put the stems in the neck of an empty liquor bottle in lieu of a vase.

“I’ve missed you.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist as he watched your handiwork over your shoulder.

“Not more than I missed you.” You challenged, setting the makeshift floral arrangement on the small countertop. You turned to face him, your platform boots putting you right at his eyeline. He may have been taller than you but that didn’t stop the hold you had over him.

“It doesn’t have to be a competition.” He laughed, pulling you closer.

“But it does Spence, do you know how many times I got off stage and wished you were there to see the killer show we put on?” You were earnest, something only he seemed to be able to pull out of your usually headstrong facade.

“Ah, every show you put on is extraordinary, watching you is transcendent, you’re otherworldly up there, even on what you consider your bad days.” He praised, showering you with his famously flowery language. You felt a special appreciation for it, because despite the messy rocker chick stereotype, you held a life-long love of literature close to your heart.

“God, you are so whipped!” You teased, lightly pushing at his chest. Despite your deflection, the blush creeping across your cheeks showed him just how much his words meant to you.

“Maybe, but I know you love it.” He called your bluff and the back and forth was starting to stir something in you that needed attention, now.

“You know what I missed the most?” You asked, unable to keep your eyes off of his mouth.

“What?” He knew where you were going with this but needed to hear the words from your perfect lips.

“Seeing you cum all over your stomach live and in person.” Your sultry tone sent blood rushing straight to his cock, eidetic memory pulling clips of your mutual masturbation to the front of his mind.

“W-what if I came somewhere else tonight?” He stumbled over his words, having a hard time maintaining eye contact as he asked the awkwardly worded question.

“Like where?” You played dumb, exaggeratingly tilting your head and twirling your hair around your finger.

“Inside you.” He whispered, gaze locked on the wall behind you.

“Hmm I didn’t quite hear that, can you repeat it for me?”

“Inside you, I want to fuck you.” He blurted out, lipstick-stained cheeks burning bright red in embarrassment. You took his chin between your fingers, forcing him to look at you as you pondered your next move.

“I have a mountain of fan mail full of guys begging for the opportunity to fuck me, what makes you think you deserve it more than any of them?” You prompted, watching the way his features contorted in reaction to your somewhat harsh question.

“You’re being mean.” Tears started to well up in his eyes, brown irises glazing over as a lump formed in his throat. Despite how sad the thought made him, it also had his bulge straining even harder against his pants than it already had been.

“I know baby, but you’ve gotta prove how badly you want this, I’m not just going to give you the privilege without earning it.”

You could see the wheels turning in his head, no doubt debating what he could do to demonstrate his worth to you. His demeanor started to shift, holding eye contact as his shoulders straightened, practically puffing out his chest.

“I think I’ve already proven myself to you, given that you’ve cum on my tongue more times than you could count.” This sudden surge of confidence from Spencer was unexpected, but something about it had you hungrier for him than ever.

“Fair, although I do think that eidetic memory of yours gives you an unjust advantage.” You teased, a small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. You took a step forward, closing what small gap was left between the two of you before bringing your hand to graze over his bulge. He let out a breathy whimper, pupils dilating as you applied slight pressure to his almost painfully hard member.

“I’ll do whatever you want, I just need you to touch me.” He breathed, bucking into your hand. You began to undo his belt, pushing him back until he fell back onto the leather bench. You loomed over him, low cut top giving him a face full of cleavage as you worked to slide his pants down just enough to free his aching cock. You moved to straddle his lap, sitting back on his thighs to leave ample space to toy with his member.

“Can you be a good boy for me?” You purred, starting to pump your spit-covered hand up and down his shaft.

“God yes.”

“Yes, what?” You stared him down, watching his lips part with a gentle moan.

“Yes Mommy.” The groan ripped from his throat, prominent veins framing his adam's apple.

“That’s right baby, let mommy take care of you.” You kissed his cheekbone, then his jawline, admiring the way your crimson lipstick contrasted against his pale complexion as you worked your hand over his cock, feeling every curve and contour of his thick veins against your palm.

“Take off your shirt.” You ordered, your free hand skirting under his layered vest and button-up to feel his abdominal muscles flex with every shallow breath he took. He did his best to quickly undress, lifting the vest over his head before shaky hands began unbuttoning each adornment, finally shaking off the garment and exposing his bare chest.

You trailed your kisses down his neck, peppering lip prints across his chest, stopping periodically to suck and nip until dark red and purple bruises bloomed over his skin. You could tell he was holding back, front teeth biting into his bottom lip to stifle his sighs.

“Spencer, I need to hear you.” You bring your hand to a stop, waiting for him to release his lip from the bite before starting up your movements again. You brought your other hand down to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you increased your speed, rotating your wrist to maximize the stimulation against his increasingly sensitive shaft.

The moans and whimpers falling from his lips grew louder, his mind abandoning all inhibitions as his approaching orgasm clouded his judgment.

“You’re so loud, the rest of the band is in the bus right next to ours, do you want them to hear how big of a whore you’re being right now?” You teased, snapping him out of his love-drunk stupor.

“I-I thought you wanted me to-“ He stuttered out, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You’re right sweet boy, I want them to hear exactly how good I make you feel.” You cut him off, a wicked grin spread across your face as you focused your movements on the tip of his cock, your thumb smearing the pre-cum dripping from his slit all over the swollen head. His moan caught in his throat, breathing becoming increasingly labored until one final twist of your hand had him falling over the edge.

“Mommy!” He cried out, his thighs flexing as thick ropes of cum painted his stomach. You slowed your movements just slightly, milking him for all he has. You took your free hand and picked up some of his spend on your fingers before bringing them to his parted lips, prompting him to suck them clean. He does as he’s told, utterly shameless about everything he does for you.

“You’re such an obedient slut Spencer, I love it.” You praised, pulling him into another heated kiss. You pulled away, watching him catch his breath and look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky.

“I think you’re ready for me, if you’re up for it.” His eyes went wide at your proposal, his heart feeling as though it could beat right out of his chest.

“Yes, yes, I just need a minute.” He panted, his cock already semi-hard again.

“Take your time sugar, I’m gonna take a quick shower.” You patted his cheek before rising off of his lap and walking to the small bus bathroom, stripping out of your black latex mini dress and shredded fishnets to wash off the sweat and body shimmer from your time on stage tonight. You didn’t bother removing your makeup, too excited to finally have Spencer’s perfect cock inside of you to waste any time.

He didn’t need to know how badly you wanted him, the cat and mouse game the two of you played was unlike anything you’d ever had before and it beyond satisfied you to know how much power you willingly held over him, and how much pleasure you mutually received from it.

When you finished scrubbing down you made your way to your small bedroom at the back of the bus, finding Spencer ready and waiting for you on your bed. He was laying nude on top of the comforter, messy strands of hair resting against his forehead, pillow sitting in his lap as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch for you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He greeted you, watching as you rubbed body lotion over your skin. When you reached your chest, you spent a little extra time kneading the lotion into your breasts, putting on a bit of a show for him. He loved all of you, that much you were sure of, but he always had a special appreciation for your breasts.

He’d find any opportunity to lay his head on your chest while you laid in bed together on your off days, watching Doctor Who and nerding out over through lines and plot holes alike. It was days like those that had you really falling for him, your souls finding ways to both mesh with and contradict each other in a perfect harmony.

“You’re too sweet to me.” You smiled at him, rubbing the last bit of lotion into your skin before walking to the end of the bed. You reached forward, observing as his eyes went straight to your chest when you bent over to pull the pillow away from his lap. His cock stood straight up, bobbing slightly. A deep blush creeped over his cheeks, his shyness endearing, especially given that you had just had your hand wrapped around him twenty minutes ago.

“Do you want to be on top, sweetheart?” The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind, he just figured you’d be the one in control of the whole thing, but the thought of hovering over you, getting to have a perfect view of your hair all splayed out over the pillows, your face contorted in pleasure, had goosebumps rising over his skin.

“If that’s what you want.” He surrendered, always looking to please you. You nodded, climbing onto the bed to lay down, waiting for him to reposition himself between your legs. He knelt there, reaching to grab the pillow from the end of the bed, bringing it behind your thighs. You understood what he was silently requesting, lifting your hips to allow him to slide the pillow underneath.

“Where’d you learn that, wonder boy?” You giggled, propping yourself up by your elbows to watch him.

“I read that it can ease the tension on the lower back created by repeated movement during intercourse, I want you to be comfortable.” He explained, bleeding heart showing once again. You nodded, smiling at him. His fingers slid up your thigh, pausing at the apex before dipping into your folds, his digits welcomed by your warm arousal.

“Y-you’re so wet already.” The look of amazement on his face amused you, as if he was somehow completely unaware that you were, in fact, truly attracted to him.

“Spencer, believe it or not, I actually do enjoy our time together.” You teased, raising your knees to your chest to give him a better view of your cunt. His features softened, your joking easing his nerves as he prepared himself for what he was about to do.

“Can I start?” He asked, positioning his hips just above yours.

“Yes baby, go slow.” You locked eyes with him, pushing a strand of hair away from his face. He brought his cock to your cunt, rubbing the head through your folds before tapping it against your clit a few times, making absolutely positive that you were relaxed enough. He positioned his head at your entrance, slowly pushing forward until his head popped into your welcoming hole.

“Stop.” You commanded, voice firm. His eyes widened in panic, freezing his movements.

“W-what’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He rambled, fear in his tone.

“I’m okay Spencer, I just want you to stay like that until I say otherwise.” He could hear the amusement in your tone and although he was no longer concerned, confusion quickly replaced it.

“Why?” He questioned, apprehensively obeying your request.

“I’m just doing whatever I want, just like you asked me to. I want to see if you can resist your urges.” He was almost annoyed, knowing that this was another one of your power plays, but the shiver that ran up his spine told you he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

So he stayed there, wincing every time you clenched your pelvic muscles around his tip, trying to break him. You knew it wouldn’t work, he was the definition of obedient, but it was oh so fun to watch him squirm in anticipation. After a good five minutes you decided you’d had enough, ready to let him fill you.

“You are so deliciously pathetic.” You laughed lightly, pulling him down into a kiss. You felt him smile against your lips, his hand snaking up your stomach to grope your breast. Your nipple hardened against his palm, drawing a low moan from your throat.

“Move, Spencer.” You finally gave him permission, your hand tangling in his messy locks. He pushed further into you, his thick girth stretching your walls in a way that had you begging for more.

“So tight.” He moaned, pausing to just feel the way your pussy hugged him before pulling out and thrusting quickly back into you, his eyes shut tight in concentration.

“Look at me.” You moaned, needing to see the pleasure in his beautiful eyes. His eyelids fluttered open, catching your gaze as he found a steady rhythm inside of you. Each thrust of his hips made the filthiest sound, wet slapping skin mixing with both of your moans, his whines and whimpering music to your ears.

The pillow beneath you made for the perfect angle, allowing the veins on this cock to rub deliciously against your sweet spot. He grabbed the side of your face, his mouth practically devouring you as he swallowed your moans. When we pulled away, a string of spit connecting your lips fell to your chest, and without hesitation he dipped his head down to lick it up, repeating your earlier actions as me marked your chest, working his way to your breasts.

He increased his speed, pumping in and out of you at an animalistic pace, his mouth finding your nipple and sucking hungrily. You threw your head back into the pillows, your hands finding his back and your acrylics digging into his delicate skin. You scratched up his back, surely drawing blood and for a split second you worried you’d taken it too far, until he moaned loudly against your chest.

“I’m gonna cum.” He panted, shifting so his face was above yours again. He looked to you for permission, but you weren’t going to let him off that easily.

“No, not until you beg for it.” You told him, digging your nails into his back again. He slowed his pace just slightly, his free hand finding your clit and rubbing quickly over it, hoping it would soften your conviction just a little.

“Please let me cum, I need it.” He weakly pleaded, his actions growing increasingly desperate.

“Come on baby, I know you can do better than that.” You encouraged him, rocking your hips to meet his thrusts. He whimpered, hanging his head for a moment to center himself.

“Please Mommy!” He groaned, watching your tits bounce with every thrust.

“Do it, fill up Mommy’s cunt Spencer.” You finally allowed him to let go, getting in a few more hard thrusts before his hips stuttered, his cock twitching and coating your walls with his warm cum. The feeling of his warmth deep inside coupled with his hand on your clit sent you over the edge, every nerve in your body on fire as the tension in your core dispersed through your body, the pleasure washing over you in waves.

When you both came down from your highs, Spencer collapsed face down on the bed next to you, his head turned to face you.

“I love you.” He whispered, half hoping he’d said it low enough that you hadn’t heard.

“I love you too, Spence.” You returned the favor, any fear he had immediately dissipating with the mutual confession.

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[fullsandwichmiracle]

Welcome to Amsterdam | Part one: Festival

Paring: Joost Klein x female!reader 

Description: Performing at a festival with your friend and meeting a blond man who was also performing at the festival.

Warnings: None really, mostly background. 

Word count: 2,5K+

You are packing for a trip to the Netherlands, having been invited by a friend to join her on stage. You've been making music for about three years, but this will be your first festival in another country. The plan is to stay at your friend's house in Amsterdam, close to the festival venue. Excitement and nervousness blend as you double-check your equipment and personal items, ensuring you haven't forgotten anything important.

As you finish packing for the week, you hear a notification on your phone. It's a message from your friend.

Sara: How's everything going and don't forget to bring your laptop so we can make some music.

You: Thanks, I almost forgot. I'm going to the airport soon. I will update you before I fly off. 

Nice, see you soon then! <3

After packing your laptop Sara reminded you of, you then scanned the apartment to make sure you didn't miss anything else. Once satisfied, you dragged your suitcases to the elevator and ordered an Uber to take you to the airport. You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and anticipation for the adventure ahead.

Upon arrival at the airport, you quickly grabbed a cart to help with your luggage and headed to the check-in counter. Despite having a lot of luggage ,clothes for the week, a stage outfit, some clubbing outfits, and swimwear, everything went smoothly. You felt prepared for anything the week might throw at you. The buzz of the airport and the chatter of travelers around you only heightened your excitement.

After passing through security, you found a bar and sat down to enjoy a much-needed airport beer, savoring the moment and the anticipation of the journey ahead. As you sipped your drink, you checked your phone to confirm your gate and departure time, knowing your plane would be leaving in 30 minutes. You felt a mixture of excitement and calm, ready to take on whatever this trip had in store.

I'm at the airport now. Everything went smoothly and it looks like the plane is leaving as planned. 

Great. Meet you there. 

You finished your beer and headed to the gate as boarding began. Finding your seat, you settled in, ready for the flight to Amsterdam. The anticipation of the upcoming festival kept your spirits high.

The trip was quick, but you managed to squeeze in a short nap, feeling refreshed as you neared your destination.

As you exited the airport, you saw Sara waiting for you with a big smile and a welcoming hug. The excitement of seeing her and starting this adventure together made you feel even more energized for the week ahead.

"Hiiii Y/N! So nice to see you irl” 

“Hello Sara! Nice to finally meet you too.”

You both hugged before she helped you load all the luggage into her car.

The festival was three days long, and you were scheduled to play on the second day, Friday. Today was Wednesday, and you and Sara decided to take it easy, resting from your flight and gearing up for the first day of the festival. You spent the day indoors, working on a new song together. Having collaborated over the phone before, it felt natural to create music side by side. 

By the time you decided to call it quits for the day, it was close to midnight. You had completed a chorus, rough lyrics, and a basic beat. Though it wasn’t a finished song, you were both surprised and pleased with how quickly you managed to put it together.

After saying goodnight, you went to bed, excited for the first day of the festival.

Sara burst into your room, yelling, "Are you ready to rumble?" She jumped on top of you, playfully hitting you with a pillow, laughter echoing through the room.

Despite only knowing each other online until now, you and Sara had developed a strong bond, feeling more like lifelong friends than just virtual ones.

You both got dressed, looking forward to a day packed with activities. You opted for a see-through top over a black bikini, paired with a long jean skirt. Meanwhile, Sara dressed in a black bikini and oversized basketball shorts. 

You wrap yourself in the flag of your country and head out the door, ready to represent your nation proudly at the festival. The vibrant colors of the flag flutter in the breeze, catching the attention of passersby as you make your way towards the festival. 

Arriving at the festival grounds, Sara handed you two wristbands—one for guests and another for your performance tomorrow. You quickly put them on, feeling the excitement build as you headed inside. Despite the early hour, the atmosphere was already alive with bustling crowds and vibrant music echoing through the air. The anticipation of what the day held in store added an electric buzz to the scene.

You began the day by heading to the food carts with Sara to grab something to eat, both realizing in your excitement that breakfast had been forgotten. The enticing aroma of freshly cooked food and the wide variety of options made choosing difficult, but eventually, you both settled on delicious fresh sandwiches.

Walking around with your newly acquired food, you headed towards one of the stages to enjoy the music.

As the day flew by, both of you grew increasingly exhausted. Opting to head home early, you agreed not to expend all your energy, knowing you had a performance scheduled for tomorrow.

When you arrived home, both of you changed into more comfortable clothes and snuggled up on the couch. With a movie playing in the background, you resumed working on the song you started the previous day. The day filled with music had left you both inspired, eager to continue creating together. 

It was well past midnight when you finally finished the song. Though it wasn't quite ready for release, both of you agreed to play it at your set tomorrow. After practicing it once more, you headed back to bed, both of you in need of some sleep.

This day, you woke up to Sara playing one of your songs at full volume as she marched through your room, singing along enthusiastically.

"Todays the day," Sara declared as she plopped down next to you in bed, creating a dip from the new weight. 

She was always so joyful, her energy filling the room and rousing you from sleep, even though you were tired from the previous day. 

Today, you chose a laid-back ensemble: a pink hoodie adorned with your stage name, paired with shorts concealed beneath. Sara sported a similar outfit as the day before, switching her black bikini for a pink one to complement your attire. 

With your stage outfit packed in a bag, you headed back to the festival, entering through a special artist entrance. Finding Sara's trailer, you unloaded all your belongings before venturing out into the festival area.

You watched several performances before making your way back to the trailer to prepare for your own stage appearance. On the way, you and Sara sang along to songs you'd heard earlier, dancing with excitement coursing through your veins. Caught up in the moment, you spun around and accidentally bumped into someone.

"OMG, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you," you apologized, turning to face a tall, blond man with piercing blue eyes, dressed in a white tank top and black baggy jeans.

Noticing how close you were, you quickly backed up, apologizing once more.

The man chuckled. "It's fine. You seemed lost in another world."

He extended his hand towards you. "I'm Joost. And you are Y/S/N?"

You shook his hand. "That's my stage name. My real name is Y/N."

You found yourself lost in a trance staring into his eyes, until Sara stretched out her hand to greet Joost, breaking the spell.

"Hi, I'm Sara. Nice to meet you, Joost," she said with a friendly smile, shaking his hand. "But we have to get going; we're on stage in an hour." She glanced at you, her eyes full of excitement and determination for the performance ahead. She grabbed your hand and swiftly pulled you away from Joost, eager to focus on the upcoming performance. You exchanged a quick glance with Sara. 

"He was so hot," you exclaimed as soon as you stepped into the trailer, flopping down on the couch beside Sara, who chuckled knowingly. "You know, you stared into his eyes for like a whole minute," she added, making you feel a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Sara grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying your reaction. 

You got ready, changing into your stage outfit: a fluffy pink tank top paired with a matching bucket hat and a short jean skirt featuring your stage name on the back. Sara opted for the same bucket hat and a pink jersey dress adorned with her name. After doing your makeup, you both took a shot to calm your nerves before making your way to the stage.

Ten minutes before you were set to go on stage, you peeked out from behind the stage curtain at the already large crowd that had gathered, feeling a rush of excitement and nervous anticipation. The energy of the audience was palpable, adding to your eagerness to perform but also to your nerves.

One of Sara's songs began playing, and she stepped out onto the stage to cheers from the crowd. It was a song you had collaborated on with her, and as your part approached, you dashed onto the stage, eliciting an ecstatic response from the audience. Performing outside your own country, you weren't sure how the crowd would react, but their enthusiastic response fueled your excitement and calmed your nerves.

As you finished the first song, Sara screamed into the mic, "Helloooo, Netherlands! I'm Sara, and this is my amazing friend, Y/S/N!" The crowd erupted into cheers once again. "Do you guys wanna hear a new unreleased song?" Sara continued, prompting another wave of screams from the crowd. "I hope you like it!" she added before the beat kicked in.

You both ran around, energetically jumping on the stage while singing along to the new unreleased song, the crowd joining in on the chorus as it repeated. As the song reached its finale, you both sat down at the edge of the stage, singing the last part while gazing out over the crowd. While scanning the audience, you noticed Joost standing in the VIP section, attentively watching your performance. A rush of adrenaline mixed with a sense of accomplishment swept over you as you locked eyes with him, adding an unexpected thrill to the moment.

The next song was one of yours, featuring more introspective lyrics and a mellower beat. You and Sara swayed along with the music, seated at the edge of the stage, singing in harmony. The crowd joined in, swaying and singing along throughout the entire song. Throughout the song, you kept glancing over at Joost, who was also swaying and singing along with the music.  

As you finished the song, you blew a kiss into the crowd. Rising from your seats, you and Sara prepared for the next song, its upbeat tempo filling the air once more. The rest of the set proceeded smoothly, and every now and then, you stole glances to see if Joost was still watching. 

As the set drew to a close, you and Sara thanked everyone for joining, blowing kisses and waving to the cheering crowd before stepping off stage, feeling a mix of exhilaration and gratitude for the unforgettable experience. 

Heading back to your trailer, you spotted Joost in the distance, slowly making his way towards you. A smile spread across your face as you anticipated what he might say about the performance.

"You guys were amazing!" he exclaimed as he reached where you were standing next to your trailer.

"Thank you," you and Sara said in unison, smiling gratefully at Joost's compliment.

"I'm going to perform on the big stage in like an hour if you wanna watch," he said before heading into his trailer. 

You and Sara headed into your trailer, quickly chugging some water and sitting down to catch your breath. You relaxed in the trailer until Joost's set was about to begin in five minutes. Both of you jumped up and hurried to the big stage and into the VIP section still in your stage clothes.

The crowd was double the size of yours, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement as people chanted Joost's name in anticipation of his imminent appearance on stage. You and Sara found yourselves caught up in the electric energy pulsating through the air.

Joost burst onto the stage, running and jumping as the beat of one of his songs filled the air. He greeted the crowd with infectious enthusiasm before diving into his set. His energy was palpable as he danced and jumped to the rhythm, and the crowd mirrored his excitement. You and Sara joined in, singing along and dancing to his music, thoroughly enjoying the experience. His stage presence was mesmerizing, drawing everyone into his performance.

As his set ended, the crowd erupted into cheers as Joost exited the stage. Once he had left, you and Sara hurried out from the VIP section, eager to catch Joost and express how much you enjoyed his performance.

Unable to find him amidst the crowd, you and Sara decided to head back to your trailer to freshen up. Squeezing onto the couch together, you snuggled close while watching some TikTok's from the festival on your phone.

You heard a knock on the door, and Sara yelled, "It's open!" not wanting to get up. The door creaked open slowly, and Joost walked into the trailer, finding you and Sara cuddled up together.

"How cute," he remarked as he squeezed onto the edge of the couch. "I saw you during my set. What did you guys think?"

"It was amazing, the crowd loved you," you said, sitting up to make space for Joost on the couch. Sara joined in, "Yeah, you were incredible," as she also shifted to a sitting position. The three of you settled comfortably, the trailer now buzzing with a relaxed yet excited energy as you recounted your favorite moments from his set. Joost's smile widened with each compliment, and he shared some behind-the-scenes stories that had you and Sara laughing.

"I'm going to an after-party with some other performers. Do you guys want to join?" he asked casually, placing his hand on your thigh, making your body shiver.

"Yes, sounds so fun," Sara answered quickly, and you nodded along, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation.

Joost gave your thigh a gentle squeeze before standing up and handing you a piece of paper with an address and time on it. "Great, see you guys soon," he said with a smile as he headed out the door.

Once he was gone, Sara turned to you with a wide grin. "This is going to be epic," she said, her excitement palpable. You couldn't help but agree, your mind already racing with the possibilities of the night ahead.

Packing up everything and throwing on your hoodie over your stage outfit, you and Sara exited the trailer and headed home to get ready for the after-party.

Once you arrived home, you jumped into the shower to freshen up. Back in your room, you rummaged through your suitcases to find your prettiest pair of underwear, hoping you might get lucky. Sitting down on your bed, you pondered over what to wear, excitement bubbling up inside you.

You decided to stick with the same skirt from the stage since it made you feel empowered and pretty, pairing it with a pink top that showed off plenty of cleavage. You walked out to the living room where Sara sat on her phone, wearing a loose black dress. She turned around and whistled. "Damn, somebody's getting laid tonight!" You laughed, and the both of you headed out, excited for the night ahead.

To be continued…. 

Part two

[eddieslov3]

Steddie Smut

Steddie Version of my Cute Little Uniform steve x reader short fic

Eddie makes fun of him in the scoops uniform, steve makes them put it on and fucks him senseless in it.

Sub steve top Eddie filthy smut trans masc Eddie cw: eddies genitals described as Pussy, Dick and cunt probably I can't decide yet lol also oral and p in v, Eddie and Steve are switches I guess

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Eddie had just finished his shift in the cinema and craved ice cream, so that's where he went. Since he had it down really bad for one of the employees it was more than a win win.

Walking out the cinema he subconsciously fixed hair and shirt. More than glad that the cinema let you guys wear whatever as long as it was black and the guys put on the vest that is actually the whole uniform. No problem for the metalhead, his while wardrobe consisted of black shirts.

On the way Eddie encounters loads of know faces, they make a sport out of whispering. "You know, you guys suck at whispering" he says and laughes when he gets called satanist and demon. He flips them the finger and continues to go his way, unbothered.

Some people just fucking suck and Eddie could sing songs about it. He actually does, one of their songs is specifically about stupid idiots. Its also called stupid idiots.

He passes a few gossiping cheerleaders, hearing who apparently was the towns bicycle, he scoffed and rubbed his nose. Soon the scent of freshly made waffles and ice cream comes made his mouth water. Along with something else. Munson, get your head in the game. He shook himself before entering the ice cream parlor.

Scoop's Ahoy was a lovely and well lit place. Looking around you notice the bananas hanging on the doorframe that probably allows the employees to access the break or storage room. From what Eddie had heard and seen it must have been the break room.

The bell in the front rings, making Eddie turn his head to look that way.

Steve's face was stuck in an unamused grin, trying to upkeep the friendliness. But he could tell that Steve needed some help. The group of young girls semmed to be abusing the companion policy of tasting the ice cream before buying. When he saw the Sinclair girl he laughed, he'd played dnd with her a few times. "Hey Nerd" she greeted Eddie.

Quietly he waved at her and she widened her eyes. "Erica I think you we're about to go to claires, they just put up a four for two sign~" Eddie basically sang and smiled widely. Of course she nodded and left the shop with all of her friends.

"Thank you" someone sighedbehind the counter, ruffling his hair smiling at Eddie, clearly relieved. Of course Eddie knew who it was, gazes finally meeting. "She is smart, very smart..and you're too kind sometimes." He fixed his hat and smiled a little forced. That's when Eddie decided to make his day.. well worse or better. And shoot his shot finally.

"You know Harrington that little outfit really brings out your eyes" he cooed, grinning like the brat he loved to be. Especially if that meant getting laid by Steve Harrington. he might even be flirting a little bit, but ofc he'd never admit to that to be honest. He growled lowly. "Don't say that. You know how much I hate the hat." he said trying to fix his hat. "It ruins my best feature." He argued. Just making you smile widely.

"Anyway Harrington, I'd like to order one scoop of chocolate chip" you said, scanning the layout of the different ice cream flavours. "Ah, I'm sorry that was all eaten by those little monsters, you better go for… salted caramel" he suggested, knowing Eddie liked that flavor, as he'd ordered it the last time.

"Okay then that.. I actually love that one a lot." Eddie hated to admit that Harrington was right but.. steve was so handsome that he'd almost forgotten his plan.

His eyes were soft whereas his expression was a little mad. "You're still gonna pay for this.." he murmured while scooping your ball of ice cream flawlessly. Steve handed Eddie the cone and their fingers inevitably touched, sending chills down Eddies spine.

Eddie Munson was no idiot, so he acted like he hadn't heard him, sticking his tongue out at him. "You're gonna regret that" Eddie cooedsweetly winking at Steve.

Since he did work in the mall too, he had no shame in walking behind the counter. He had no shame in general but thats something different. Steve blinked a few times not sure what to say or do, since Eddie walked into the back, exchanging high fives with Robin, who pushed Steve after Eddie, winking.

"You've been in on this?" Steve asked confused and she just shrugged. "I'm a good wimgman" she just said.

"I was always curious where this room led to, not gonna lie" Eddie murmured while looking around.

He looked at the whiteboard with clearly russian words and an alphabet. "That's not important" the taller male said, looking at Eddie smiling a rather wonky smile.

"Sure.." the metalhead said sat down on the couch.

"Woah woah what do you think you're doing here?" Steve interrupted closing the door behind him.

"What does it look like? I'm Just looking around.. I've to said I've been curious what this room was." Eddie seductively licked his ice cream . "Kinda mad you didn't show me before" was what Eddie said before Steve came closer. "I didn't show you, because I didn't want you to see me in this silly uniform" he said. Eddie and Steve we're not dating.. but there definitely was chemistry between the two. It was almost disgusting, at least that's how Robin had described to Eddie a few days before.

His hot breath met Eddies face, making him bite his lip looking slightly up at him, still licking the ice cream seductively slow.

That made him growl again. "What's going on Harrington? Cute little outfit made you swallow your tounge?" he teased again. That's when he had enough. Grinning he pinned Munson to the wall licking his lips. "Well, how bout we put you in it and you decide if its so cute?" He whispered while slowly putting a hand on the others chest before dipping his head down to slowly start kissing him. Finally, Eddie thought. From little pecks to open mouthed kisses the ice cream gets forgotten and falls on the ground, Eddie grabs the others face greedily deepening the kiss with tounge which he gladly allows.

Steve let his hands both swiftly slip under Eddie's shirt, undressing him, leaving his binder on. He knew Eddie would give him access to his chest if he wanted wanted, but also take to his uniform shirt off putting it on Eddie instead.

And obviously Eddie didn't mind, he enjoyed every touch and kiss. It was better than he had ever imagined. Every touch made him whine. Harringtons calloused hands rubbing Eddies nipples, even through the binder, made himmoan. "Nhg~ Steve~ Puppy" Eddie finally moaned, causing him to twitch in his pants. "Say that again.. please" he demanded while going down on his knees unbuttoning Eddies pants slowly, lust in his eyes basically drooling at the sight of the metalhead in his uniform.

"Puppy~" he cooed laying a hand on his cheek softly squishing his face. "Mh- Fuck" he whined while dragging the pants fdown his legs. Eddie was more than ready for him to do anything, and since he seemed to be so greedy for his pussy he grinned. "Mhm yes good Puppy, so greedy for me huh?" T

Eddie asked, seeing him twitch again. By now that boy had a full on boner. Slowly he nodded, looking up at him with his big ouppy eyes. "Want to eat out this dripping pussy ?" He nodded. "Use your words."

"Yes please Sir. I wanna eat that… delicious Pussy of yours and suck on that beautiful dick" he begged while playing with the hem of your underwear. "Beg for it" Eddie fell into a haze, just like he was. Subspace Steve was something so beautiful it made Eddies mouth water, and not only his mouth. He was dripping wet for that handsome man. And in a matter of seconds his underwear pooled at his feet and the brown haired, doe eyed Steve Harrington was looking up at Eddie Munson for approval. He put a Hand in his hair and tug it lightly, making him moan. Fuck was that a beautiful noise.

"Yes?" He asked jumping onto one of the counters spreading his legs, easy access for the other, more comfortable for Eddie aswell. Slowly he stood up, discarding his underwear while licking his beautiful full lips. "Lets move this to the couch" he murmured and manhandled Eddie down from the counter, making Eddie hold onto his shoulders one hand tangled in his mullet.

The way he held Eddie made his tip tease his entrance which made the metalhead whimper. He desperately wanted him buried deep inside, but first wanted to tease him some more. Dipping down intentionally made him moan, Eddie loved that sound. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna cum" he whimpered, setting the smaller man down on the couch before kneeling in front of him. "Please let me suck your cock.. please.. Sir" he begged, eyes still huge.

Looking down at him,Eddie grinned. "Well if you ask nicely I'll think about it" he said while running his hand through his hair, spreading your legs in the process. His gaze fell on your middle, basically drooling. "Please, Sir.. Daddy I wanna taste that pretty pussy.. so pretty and dripping.. just for me" he beggeg putting his hands on your thighs holding your legs open. And that was it. You couldn't wrap your head around it but he was so fucking hot. "Go ahead pretty boy." And with that he dived in, tongue meeting your folds, your juices mixing with saliva and you moaning in pleasure.

Steve Harrington was a natural. He knew his way around bodies, especially Eddies body. "Mh you taste so good Sir" he mumbled into Eddies cunt, looking up at him with his big doe eyes. Lips glistening with Eddies juices and his own saliva. "You're such a good boy for me.. wanna make me cum?" he was eagerly nodding in response. "You want me to suck your dick.. Sir?" he asked while running a hand through his hair.

"Oh puppy, can you do that for me?", again he nodded, dazed eyes. Eddie pulled Steves hair to get him closer to his dick again. "Then make me cum." Yes Sir" he moaned into the others cunt and started sucking Eddies dick. He licked around the base, using his fingers to rub Eddies folds, dipping his fingers in every time. Then he switched. Placing his fingers on his dick, but slowly inserting the tongue in the metalheads hole, making him hold back a scream of pleasure. The curly haired muffled his moans with his own hand, careful not to cause suspicion.

"Fuck Baby.." Eddie then cooed, looking down at him, grabbing the shirt." Fuck . you're so wet.. just for me, Daddy" he moaned dipping his head into Eddies dripping heat again before he also slides his fingers into hus cunt making him squirm. "Just like that Puppy" Eddie said letting go of the shirt lacing both of his hands in his hair. Pulling on it, hard. It's making him wince but moan in unision.

"Fuck Daddy you feel and taste so good" he says, muffled by Eddies throbbing cunt. That sends Eddie over the edge making him release without warning, on his tounge, face and fingers. Eddie, quietly as possible moan his name as he cum.

That just made him lick Eddie faster, helping you riding out your high, before he finally looked up at you. Face covered in Eddies cum, eyes big and expression definitely dazed, Eddies pussy got him so drunk on his lust. "You're so handsome" these words made him stand up and sit down next to him to give you a heated kiss that quickly turned into a makeout.

Neither of them were complaining, they loved it. Besides the sexual tension had build up in the last weeks, Eddie and Steve both could swear their friends even had placed bets on how long it would take.

After a few minutes they broke the kiss for air. "Mhhh" he made, looking at eachother. "I wanna fuck you and take charge." he said grinning. Eddie wasn't complaining about this either, how long had he wanted to be fucking owned and dominated by Steve Harrington himself? Probably for some time now. Nodding he bit his lip, slowly slipping into subspace.

"Okay, Sir" he then said, which made him get into his domspace. "Fuckin good boy" he cooed, running his hand over his still sensitive core, dipping his fingers in. He pumped his fingers a few times before taking them out and putting them into his mouth. "You still taste so fucking good.." he lowly moaned in eddies ear before pulling him up on his lap.

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 31: Head Banging & Hellfire

You’re all crowding the main floor of the bar it seems to be a bit more crowded the. Eddie had said it would be but you notice a flyer under the one of corroded coffins flyer. It says “Now hosting Open mic night at the hideout” you mumble to yourself wondering how long their set is if they’re having an open mic the same night Eddie comes over to see what your reading & shrugs “Patty must be trying to pull in new customers besides our sets it’s pretty slow in here” you look around at all the different kinds of people “I’m just glad I get to see you guys play how long are your sets normally” he grabs your hand “about an hour or so depending we gotta go do sound check we have a tab so whatever you want love just let Debbie know & she’ll hook you up” you kiss his cheek thanks Ed’s good luck” he hugs you & runs to the stage with the guys while you & Robin order a sprite a Malibu rum & head over to Steve “I wonder what songs they’ll play” before you know it Eddie’s at the mic “What’s up Hawkins are you ready to having your fkn faces melted off!!” Everyone screams “okay we’re doing the usual but going to mix it up a bit a little later but until then let’s fkn rock this joint!” As the instrumentals to Black Sabbath’s paranoid blasts throughout the bar you and Robin dancing & having a ball even Steve seems to be enjoying himself. Eddie shoots you winks from time to time even leaning down & singing over top of where you stand something about the way he sings and plays his guitar is like magic gliding across the stage the epitome of sec & rock & roll. His words pure ecstasy you’re really surprised a label hasn’t scouted them out girls scream in the back towards the guys but you can’t do anything but smirk knowing Eddie is yours and yours only right when you have that thought it’s intermission the boys rehydrate & wipe the sweat from their bodies when it’s time to start back up Eddie approaches the mic “Okay Hawkins these last few are for a very special lady in here tonight I don’t know where I’d be without her or her support & love to you princess” Eddie starts to rip into the cords of the beginning of Van Halen’s Jamie’s cryin which was one he knew your mom played a lot growing up it made your heart swell with adoration you & your friends continuing to dance the night away. By the time you settle for another drink as the boys wrap up their equipment you have an idea. It’s been a long time since you’ve played any instruments & only gareth knows of your musical talents because you’re extremely shy about singing in front of people you don’t know. But since Eddie gives you a sense of security & you know he’ll support you either way you decided to say fuck it & pull gareth aside. “Hey Gareth you gotta minute?…” he looks at you face red and sweaty from playing the drums like a maniac “uh yeah sure jame just uh give me a sec let me help Eddie load up the drum kit” you nod rocking on the balls of your feet nervous about asking him & nervous about actually having the balls to do it. He heads back in thankfully Eddie isn’t back inside yet. “Okay what’s up chicken little?” A nickname you’ve had since you were small your aunt giving it to you because you were a tiny kid & didn’t become curvy until junior high. “I was wondering if they have band instruments for these open mic things I wanted to surprise Eddie but I need some help I might be a tad rusty but why not” he looks amused but excited at the same time “oh shit REALLY?! Yeah we got this hold on just uhhh hide in the back until I grab jeff I’ll tell him you went to the bathroom” you couldn’t be more happy of his help as you scurry off. Eddie’s hanging at the bar with Freak as gareth & Jeff wonder off “I wonder what those two jackasses are up to?” Freak shrugs “Dunno Gareth said Jamie had a female bathroom emergency & ran in there with Robin & he took off somewhere maybe they’re sword fighting or something” they both snickered.

The crowd whistles & cheers as Patty continues to speak. “Now to kick off our night of firsts a new comer not just to the hideout but to Hawkins let’s give it up for Jamie!!” Everyone claps as you head out to take a seat on the solo stool in the middle of the stage seeing Eddie looking completely flabbergasted jaw hanging open as if he were trying to catch flies you can see his eyes bug out of his head from where you sit legs crossed you adjust the microphone & tune the guitar a bit before beginning to play “I was made for loving you” by Kiss your voice a cross between Carole King & Cass Elliot alto sounding so sultry soft yet powerful as the lyrics begin to melt into the audience like ice on a hot summer day starting it off slow with hopes of blowing Eddie’s mind & that your voice isn’t as rusty as you think so starting off accopella 🎼”Tonight… I wanna give it all to you.. In the darkness… there’s so much I wanna do… And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet…. Cause boy I was made for you & boy you were made for me…🎼. Gareth kicks in with the drums & jeff jumps in on his spare electric guitar as the boys thankfully decide to jump & be backup vocals 🎼Do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do🎼 Eddie & freak are beside themselves watching the 3 of you light up the entire stage both taking turns looking at each other in a “are you fkn seeing this” gesture. 🎼Do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do🎼you grab the mic looking straight in Eddie’s eyes with heat & desire 🎼Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes… feel the magic, there’s something that drives me wild and tonight.. we’re gonna make it all come true… Cause boy you made for me and boy I was made for you!!… I was made for lovin you baby you were made for lovin me I can’t get enough of you baby can you get enough of me and I can give it all to you baby can you give it all to me??!!!!🎼 eyes closed your alto voice vibrating through everyone in the entire room gareth & Jeff can’t believe how fkn hard you’re hitting every note gareth sensing great pride in you as him & Jeff continue to back you gareth head thrashing with each slam of his drumsticks 🎼Do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do,do oh I can’t get enough…. Oh I was made, you were made…oh I can’t get enough no I can’t get enough !!…..🎼 gareth slams his sticks on last time before the entire room explodes & you hear the boys yell “fuck yeah!!!” You body is absolutely buzzing you see Robin and Steve In bewilderment but Steve has a look like a proud mom the moment I hop off stage being engulfed by Eddie’s arms “Babe what the.. what the fuck?!.. that was fucking so bad ass so metal how the fuck?! Where has this voice been hiding?! Does corroded coffin now have a new member what’s happening?!” You shut him up by slamming your lips against his then giggle “I love you even though you’re such a spaz” hooking your arm with his as you head over to your friends for a few more drinks before it gets too late.

[mattybraps10]

He Could Be The One | Trevor Zegras x Reader

Summary: After a long day of travelling, y/n and the guys settle in to watch a movie.

Word Count: ~916

By: M

part one | part three

PART TWO: Dinner and a Movie

Trevor's room is the complete opposite of what I was expecting. Instead of piles of dirty clothes and the occasional empty water bottle thrown on the ground, everything was neatly put in its place, freshly cleaned clothes folded on the edge of the pristinely made bed, waiting to be put away. I put my bag on the floor and start unpacking the essentials. I walk into the bathroom, surprised to see that Trevor does not in fact use a 9-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash, etc. Instead, he has a variety of products, ranging from shampoo and conditioner to a step-by-step skin care routine. I placed my dopp kit on the counter next to the sink, carefully arranging my skin care products beside his. I then placed my hairbrush on the counter alongside my toothbrush and toothpaste, humming Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift to myself. I look up into the mirror, surprised to see Trevor leaning on the door frame behind me.

"Oh! How long have you been there?" I ask, completely startled. 

"Not long at all actually... I was just going to ask if you wanted to come down for dinner. Jamie and Jack ordered pizza." He smiles, stepping back to let me through the door.

"Yeah! That sounds great thanks!" I say, starting down the stairs, looking over my shoulder to see him following close behind me.

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"Thanks for getting my favorite pizza!" I say to Jack, helping him load the dishwasher. 

"Of course y/n. I know how picky you are." He laughs, shoving me playfully with his shoulder. 

I laugh, throwing my head back and once again noticing Trevor staring at me over the back of the couch.

"Guys. Time for a movie!" He calls, when he realizes I've noticed his stare. 

"Ugh... Fine. But, I am not watching Parent Trap with you again." Jack says, addressing me.

My favorite movie has been The Parent Trap with Lindsay Lohan from before I can remember. Every time we sit down to watch a movie, it's the first suggestion I bring to the table. I remember when Jack finally gave in and let us watch it, only to become annoyed when he realized I had the whole thing memorized. Naturally, I quoted the movie back to him as we watched. 

"Ok whatever." I reply rolling my eyes and walking over to take my place beside Jamie on the couch. 

Before I can sit down, however, Jack rushes in front of me practically throwing himself onto the couch. 

"Sorry! This seat's taken!" Jack says, looking up at me as if he didn't just steal my spot. 

He turns towards the empty spot on the couch between Trevor and Jamie. I laugh to myself thinking there's no way Jack's gonna leave me to sit with Trevor, but, he makes no move to stand, and instead starts laughing at me. I roll my eyes at him, taking my seat next to Trevor and scooting way too close to Jamie.

"Ok, since you got to pick your seat, I get to pick the movie..." I start.

"Um- No. Actually I get to pick the movie, since I have to room with you." Trevor sneers, cutting me off.

"Well, actually... I think that's a great idea." I nod to him, deciding to be nice for once.

"You... What?" He says, shocked that I could say such a thing.

"You heard me." I reply with a smirk on my face.

After a long debate between Trevor and Jamie over who gets to actually use the remote to turn on the movie, Trevor wins and picks 10 Things I Hate About You.

The opening credits start, and as Kat's song starts blasting from her car drowning out the girls next to her, I turn to Trevor curious as to why he picked one of my favorite romantic comedies of all time.

"Trevor... Why did you pick this movie? It doesn't really strike me as something you would watch..."

"Oh? What? Because I play hockey I can't like romantic movies? You're so stereotypical." He rolls his eyes, turning back to the movie and muttering about something I can't quite hear. 

We all watch the movie in silence, laughing when appropriate. By the time Kat is dancing on the table at Bogey Lowenstein's party, my eyes have become heavy. After a long day of travelling, I find myself drifting off to sleep leaning my head on the thing closest to me, which just so happens to be the shoulder of an unsuspecting Trevor Zegras. He jumps a bit, but, I am so tired that I don't really care. I nestle my head into his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me, pulling me close. I drift in and out of consciousness for the rest of the movie, tuning into snippets of conversations between Jamie, Jack, and Trevor.

"Trevor. Did you really pick 10 Things I Hate About You because you like it?" Jack asks curious to know why the movie was chosen.

"I- Uh- Well... No. I actually chose it because I remember watching it with y/n for her 15th birthday..." He sighs.

"OH MY GOD DUDE!" Jamie wheezes. "YOU-" I drift off again.

I wake up to a strong set of arms carrying me upstairs. All I feel is the warmth of a chest, and I nestle in, taking in the familiar scent.

"Ok, n/n. Time for bed." The voice says, gently placing my head against a soft pillow, and tucking me under the blanket. I drift off to sleep happy to be in a comfortable bed surrounded by a sweet honey-filled scent. 

[skerplesc]

wanna take a bit to talk about the lingering will fights from the perspective of someone just finishing kh2 without having the context from bbs. (very long post warning)

i personally only was able to play the main games in order after 1.5 + 2.5 was released. the viewpoint that i'm working off of here is that of a person who knows that there is more context, but does not know what that context is.

so let's take it from the top here. you are [PLAYER NAME] and you have just kicked good 'ol Mansex's ass into double nothingness. you boot up your save, it's a kingdom hearts game so obviously there's going to be wild shit, but the info you get is that something is up in disney castle, of all places. adding to that you also know that's where the cornerstone is. you know. the thing that doinked you back into the goddamn '20s. so you decide to check it out. load into the hall of the cornerstone and you find a portal. cool! where does it lead?

fucking nowhere!!! :D

it's worthy of pointing out that everything has gone dead silent, save for an ominous blowing wind a cloud of dust kicks up in front you, and within it resides a man in armor with a keyblade you've never seen before (note that this is before the point in the franchise before you learn that they used to hand the things out like candy). this man starts "talking" to you incredibly slowly, and i say "talking" because he's just making noises like the goddamn Skyrim perk screen.

he starts out by naming two other folks by the names of "Aqua" and "Ven", and for anyone who knows their classical elements this should immediately set off massive red flags because that's the same name scheme that Sora and Co. work off of. at first he thinks he's met you, but then corrects himself, saying "you're not the one i chose". before you have time to question ANY of this shit, he's accusing you of being the Big Man himself, Xehanort and gets his ass up.

what ensues is a world record speedrun in throwing your head to the pavement. hard.

whatever happened here was SERIOUSLY not good, and clearly ended with the result of this guy, at the very least, letting Xehanort get away. the dude that just made you eat a full serving of dirt is AT MOST equal to Xehanort in power, and could very well be weaker than him. you have no idea if this happened in the past, or that portal just took you here. hell, maybe the reason why the cornerstone took you here is because this hasn't even happened yet and you're going to have to stop it. the armor certainly looks more advanced than anything you've seen so far and he's got attacks where his keyblade transforms into a massive cannon like some Iron Man shit.

so, having just experienced that, you get to the grind. you hit level 99. you take care of the Absent Silhouettes. you take care of Mushroom XIII. you take care of Sephiroth. hell, you potentially even take care of the entire Data Organization, and this guy is still probably kicking your ass.

here's where i want to stop talking about the fight itself being and start talking about the music. Rage Awakened, the song that plays in the fight against the man who you will come to know as The Lingering Will, is. fucking. ballin'. maybe the only theme to a fight that i like more is Dismiss, but that's an essay for another day. It obviously captures the typical sense of grandiosity that songs that Yoko Shimomura is known for, but unlike, say, A Fight to the Death (the song that plays in the fight against the mech that Xemnas summons and the subsequent Armored Controller forms), Rage Awakened is sadder. look, i'm not a music guy, i don't know literally anything about musical theory, but all the string instruments used in it almost make it sound like the song itself is crying. I'm also not sure if it's intentional or not (it isn't mentioned in the khwiki article), but to me at least it sounds similar to the motif from Dearly Beloved. i'm not great at making audio comparisons, but take a listen:

and this is why i wanted to bother making this long-winded essay in the first place: it's no deep analysis to get any of this. the design of the game itself, in the aspects of the gameplay, the writing, and the music, convey all of the prior 729 words i have written here without you even really consciously realizing it. it's so meticulously planned and designed to convey the idea that something awful happened, and it happen to a group of friends clearly not unlike your own. you can immediately sympathize with whatever this guy went through without knowing so much as a lick of it. and knowing that it's the product of the very same guy that tried to do the very same shit to your own friend group is the icing on the cake. there's a fantastic sense of solidarity between the different eras. it feels like a lived-in universe with things going on everywhere all the time. you're not alone in the experience you've been through and you're not alone in experiencing the same conviction to protect your friends. tl;dr, kingdom hearts game design good :)

[psychelis-new]

hi is it possible to tell if there is a spirit attached to an item? I have bought to beautiful porcelean dolls off ebay, one supposedly haunted and the other was just a normal doll that I liked. I have a few other vintage items like a sewing machine and also a chair that my step grandpa had passed away on but again havent experienced anything remotely unusual :/

I had been reading about this and watching videos of youtubers who have "haunted" items, I dont know if I 100% believe it as I havent experienced anything paranormal bar a few times in my younger years but thats about it. Im quite interested in the topic of life after death even if it seems morbid lol. hope ur doing well and thanks in advance if u can reply!

Hello!

Hmm okay. Let's start from the beginning: do you believe in spirituality? In the existance of a spirit world around you at this moment, guiding you and protecting you and all, or not? Cause it all starts from there imo. What I mean is: there's no really need to think about life after death, if there are already spirits/souls around you at this time in the 5d (which doesn't mean they cannot interact with you in the 3d)... or I am just seeing this differently from you? And I don't mean this in a way "I am wrong you are right" or viceversa, it's just about what you believe inside of you. We have no scientific proofs about this so it all is up to what each one of us believes. And maybe about our personal experiences too, and what reasons we give to those experiences (coincidences, fate, spirits...).

It also depends on your definition of paranormal. What is paranormal to you? Again, I think it depends on each of us and what we believe, that's why I am asking you. For me, a paranormal experience can just be thinking about a song I haven't been listening in ages and then having Spotify suddenly playing it for me; or flickering lights/my computer glitching around me when I channel something or my pendulum moving to give me answers; or smelling something specific... I could give you loads of examples. But maybe for you all this is not paranormal, this is just coincidences or electricity stuff or whatever else, and you only define paranormal an object moving with no one around. Or seeing a ghost, idk.

Now: the fact that you haven't experienced anything paranormal (according on your definition of paranormal -let's suppose is the second-) or only having had a couple of experiences in your life for you means that paranormal is not real or that can it be real anyway? Do you need to experience something (and also something specific like Idk that doll moving her eyes, or seeing your granpa on that chair, eg.) to affirm it can be possible or you can believe it anyway? Do you need to have constant displays or not? And of which kind they need to be (if you need them)?

After having analyzed all this, and decided if according to you there's a chance for spirits to exist at this time and act around you in any way (and what you can define paranormal), then you can go on and ask yourself if you can possibly believe that a spirit may be attached to an item (or if there's a chance for this to happen). I wouldn't trust that much youtubers on this (at least not all), cause you know when it comes to those entertainment platforms, people can make up things just to gain from views. And trust me if I say that many of those people can do anything in order to get as many views as possible and gain from others (and there are tricks too, in case they need to make a point). For what I believe and what I am getting, there's a chance for a spirit or someone's souls to be attached to an item. It doesn't have to be an old item though, it can also be recent. It depends both on the value it had for that soul during their 3d life, and also on if something (or someone) connected them to the item in any way. I personally don't like porcelain dolls, they make me very uncomfortable for the way they look, but it doesn't mean that all of them are haunted or possessed. And as for a way of saying with certainty if an item is possessed or not, it's probably best not to know, even more if it's not your grandpa's chair we're talking about but a random object you decided to buy online. You never know the nature of the spirit attached to them and why it got attached, if it got attached ofc (given that you believe in spirituality and what it is all about, ofc). So yeah, it depends on what you believe and what you want to believe too: nobody can say that you're stupid for believing in life after death or in the fact that a spirit is living in your doll. And just know that if anything is supposed to show up to you, it will anyway. It's just better to not force it.

Take care, have a good day/night!

[laffy-taffy-creations]

INFO DUMP NOW

PART 1 OF THE OV INFODUMP!

The Timeloop!

Tag list: @athenswrites @lili-loves-whump (ask to be added/removed for this 'mini' series)

Okay so the first thing you need to know about OV is that they exist in the base world of My Hero Academia as my own personal fan character. The second thing you need to know about them is that they are a loaded character.

The third thing you need to know about them is that they are in a timeloop. Before all else, I’m going to establish the timeloop and it’s functions so that way we have a foundation for everything else, and nobody is confused on certain aspects like ‘well why do they have insert thing so early at this point in insert timeline?’

It was caused in their first life (no duh) as part of a human experimentation project they were part of (more on that later) and is what makes them so fun to play around with. After their first death, the actual timeloop functions started working, kicked off in a way, triggered by the death and sent them into a pocket dimension caused by the timeloop. This is a place of rest, a place that they are able to access from every point onward but needed to be initially opened and unlocked. Anything that they put in there will stay there, everything inside the space of rest is protected from any and all resets.

This is also an area where they can access all previous memories via an interface, it acts as the ultimate data bank, a place where they can store memories, can save certain files and songs and whatever else ‘digital’ that they dont want to lose/cant go into the next timeline with, the actual space space acting as the safe area for anything physical.

For things like quirks, these are preserved through the timelines via a manifestation at the earliest point they ever got each quirk, so in the second timeline they have all the same quirks past the point they would’ve manifested in the first timeline without ever having gone through the experimentation.

This applies to things that affect them physically, things that make sense to suddenly show up, their quirks, tattoos, and strength/power is something that will show up for them in every single loop, however their scars won since they aren’t something artificial that has happened to them, the tattoos are the result of something foreign in their body, an ink that isnt there naturally, the quirks are caused by essentially the same thing, the strength and power build-up over time is something that just feels right to me as the writer, something tied into this function of the timeloop but not entirely caused by the same thing (we in the writer’s sphere refer to this as ‘it’s my story and I’ll do what I damn want’).

Their strength/power build up is another small point on it’s own, I’ll talk about that when it’s time for their abilities.

Now OV can remember everything from their past lives, however there are times where they can choose to leave certain memories behind, purposefully removing them from their brain and locking them away from themselves because it feels right, it wouldn’t be fair otherwise, any number of reasons. They are the only one who can remember these things, unless I, the writer, decide that it would be interesting if for one timeline there was the tiniest ever glitch in the system that allowed someone else access to some sparing memories really late in the timeline.

Within the timeloop’s functions is the ability to alter their own past/backstory. Because they’re an MHA oc and MHA takes place in Japan, there are plenty of timelines where they have decided they want to grow up in Japan, so before starting a new loop they can use the interface to alter some events that specifically pertain to them and their parents and that alone in order to alter their backstory. I should also mention every time the timeline is reset, they start over again at the age of 4 years old, the day after whatever the current day was when they died/decided the timeline had gone to shit and there was no choice but reseting early. This helps me as the writer with dates and ensures their birthday is 100% still their actal birthday even with all the timeloop shenanigans accounted for.

The purpose of this function of the timeloop is my own personal fun, I mean, how exactly would everyone else in the story react if they were actual royalty, had ties to the crown in a different country, and has personal relations to many high-up government officials and access to really high-class information?

* We take a small break so the author doesn’t write temselves to death. If you have any questions about this section please ask them now before we continue.

[sequinsonyourashtray]

Rewind to the exam day...

The level of my nervousness can be felt with increased heart beat, higher levels of uncertainty and a need to force a cool mindset. I was convincing myself to chillax and not overthink and was eventually successful in doing so. From past few months, ive been receiving loads of best wishes and blessings from everyone. The fate of the exam lied in my hands alone.

I wake up at 7:20am, an hour and 20 minutes late than what I had decided. I took a deep breath, stretched my body and casually reminded myself that it's 7th May, the date that would indirectly decide the entire course of my life. After drinking coffee, i started revising biology. It was a wise decision. I read the topics that were confusing and tricky for me to remember. As we had to leave early, i didn't read much and just ate my brunch and got ready. I had to wear some of the simplest clothes ever, so that saved time.

We reached the exam centre ten minutes earlier than anticipated and found a crowd of people (mostly parents) outside the school gate. There was no clarity on what the students can carry with themselves and what they can't. Finally i went inside the school gate for frisking and registration procedures. Every time a wave of anxious and self-doubt feeling hit me, i would start singing Tom's Diner by AnnenMayKantereit and The Giant Rooks in my mind. Two days before the exam, i found this awesome German band on YouTube through The Giant Rooks; and I'm thankful for that. I was through the screening process smoothly except that I had forgotten an extra copy of my photograph. This problem was also solved. I saw two of my coaching friends there too! I'm relieved that i didn't face any issues related to documents.

There was still one and a half hour left for the exam to begin. I went to the classroom that I was alloted with. I effortlessly searched my seat which was right on the first bench and awkwardly sat in it. Almost all the students were there. The invigilator checked my papers. For the next one and a half hour, my brain was going through a ton of emotions, however i made sure that none of them hit any worst case scenario. Meanwhile i revised whatever i could remember. I got the paper on time and took a look at all the subjects in order to decide which one to solve first. I completed the biology section within 35 minutes, followed by chem and physics. This was followed by round two and three of solving the unattempted ones in which i solved majority of the calculative questions. I also managed to make zero errors in filling the omr bubbles. Overall i was able to execute my methodology to a great extent.

At 5:20pm sharp, i bubbled my last question and submitted the paper. It took 30 minutes of waiting after that for the invigilators to wind up their procedures and waiting for our class's turn to leave the school campus. We were escorted down to the gate by one of the invigilators. As I walk out of the gate, I see a crowd of parents peeping to see if their kid has come. I make my way through the people and saw my parents. Mum knew me better than anyone else. She was ready with a chilled latte in her hand and i was feeling relieved. On my way home, i enjoyed some edm Hindi songs in the car and slowly started realising the fact that i had faced the endgame and i finally gave the exam for which I've been preparing for 20 months! Still awaiting the result, but I'm still nervous cuz i belong to the General Category.

[avictimofthejazz]

@bonnie-barstow-of-flag

//Muse: Templeton ‘Faceman’ Peck. Drabbles about memories triggered by scents 

Peppermint He needed to get Murdock more gum. Face stared down at the paste he smeared on his toothbrush, committing the random observation to memory. It was hard for Murdock to get gum at the VA—something about rules or choking hazards or people sticking the candy under the tables and leaving it on the floor. All things he never had to worry about with his best friend. Murdock was far too much of a gentleman to do anything except throw his gum away in the trash when he was done, or swallow it. At least in California, Face could just nip down to the corner grocery and pick up a few packs. In Vietnam, he had to jump through a million different hoops to get his hands on the stuff. Murdock needed it though—still needed it honestly—when he flew. Having something to chew on gave him an outlet for the excess energy buzzing through his system so he could focus on his flying. Deciding not to trust his occasionally shaky memory, Face stuck his toothbrush in his mouth, bit down on it so it would not fall out and splatter paste all over the marble bathroom, and fished his notebook out of his pocket. Get gum for Murdock, he scrawled quicky. Thinking for another second, he pressed the pencil against the sheet of paper and added, make sure I have emergency backup packs. As the team supply officer, it was his job to prepare for all contingencies.  

= = = = = Smoke Slumping down in the front seat of the Vette, Face irritably drummed his fingers along the steering wheel, idly keeping tempo with the song on the radio. Traffic jams were as inevitable in Los Angeles as rain was in Seattle. Hannibal would probably pitch a fit when Face rolled in late to the meeting, but flashing red lights in the distance warned him that law enforcement personal were nearby. His safest bet was to behave himself, act the part of a model citizen, and hope the cops were too distracted with whatever had snagged up the Friday commute to notice him. His eyes fell on his car phone, and then he glanced up again. He could always call the van… BA would probably be near it at any rate, and he could leave a message with the mechanic. But did he really want to deal with the grumbling from his friend too? Caught in the eternal debate, Face sniffed and then glanced toward the front of the snarl when the wind shifted. A stream of smoke started blowing down the row of parked cars. A brush fire… another LA inevitability, especially during a hot, dry summer. No wonder it was mostly red lights instead of red and blue… the fire department had been called out. His stroll along perfectly mundane thoughts took, without any warning, a sudden detour. Vegetation burning… the crackle of fire as it licked along the jungle canopy and ate away at any hiding places the VietCong could find… the warnings on the radio to evacuate an area because they were sending in a Napalm drop… The one time a very green Lieutenant thought no one had picked up his calls, his pleas, to hold off the Napalm until he could get a loaded medical chopper up, and find a safe zone for the rest of the guys following him. Having to pull a sidearm on his best friend and order him to lift off in the chopper, leaving Face and the other guys behind. Face sucked in a breath, hands tightening on the steering wheel as he squeezed his eyes shut. The Napalm Incident, as he and Murdock quietly dubbed it, had not been discussed in years. Not even Hannibal knew—it had happened when Face still served under General Westmoreland, before the Colonel poached him for the specialized team.   He had to shove it away, lock it back in its box before he made the meeting tonight. Letting out his breath slowly, Face pulled in another deep one and counted this time. Exhaling a few seconds longer, he tried to ignore the smoke filling the air, and focus on the sensation of the air in his lungs. Desensitize… think past the smoke… past the fire… focus on the numbers. Inhale… one… two… three… four… five. Exhale… one… two… three… four… five… six… seven. Blessedly, the direction of the wind changed again, and the smoke began blowing away from the highway entirely, out toward the city. At the same time, the cars around him started moving. Opening his eyes, Face took in the situation at a glance. The police up ahead began funneling everyone into a single row, using the lane he already sat in. All he had to do was let a few cars slide in ahead of him. Pulling up the Vette’s roof, extra protection against any eagle-eyed officers, Face sighed tiredly. He would need to get a cup of coffee before he met with the guys. The panic response, even a brief one, drained him. If he showed up looking haggard, questions might get asked, the kind he did not want to answer right now. The Napalm Incident had to remain classified between Murdock and himself. It was a nightmare he would wish on no one else.

Pine Camping had never really been Face’s forte, despite the fact that he was fully trained and very proficient at outdoor survival skills in all kinds of environments. It was part of the Green Beret curriculum. As he often pointed out to Hannibal though, being able to do something and wanting to do something were two different categories. There were many things he could do that he avoided doing as a simple matter of preference. Going on a camping trip for the jollies was not one of his preferred hobbies. BA’s threatening glare, while he explained he needed another adult male chaperone for the community center kids, had been very persuasive though. Despite their differences, Face knew he was the only friend BA could turn too—Hannibal could be a chaotic influence on the kids and BA would never ask Murdock, judging the man too crazy to focus on the important task. That left Face who, prompted by the glare, quickly produced an unimpeachable resume for the woman who ran the center, and glowing testimonies from Father O’Malley and Sister Gwenny. The kids were asleep by now, and most of the adults had gone off to chat. BA went with them.  Face promised he would catch up in a bit. Staying by the lake, his nose twitched as he tried to identify the scents he rarely ran across in LA. The lake had its own smell—slightly stale water on the edges and a whiff of decaying vegetation warred with the scent of fresh water rolling in on the breeze and growing plants feeding off the muck in a kind of natural cannibalism. The whole scent smelled green to him—maybe Murdock was rubbing off, but he could think of no other way to describe it. Pine trees ringed the lake—they had a peppery scent almost. They reminded him of Christmas… one of the Christmas Tree lots near the orphanage was run by a Catholic gentleman. He always gave the priests two trees for free as part of his holiday donation, and they were not the scrappy leftovers. Taking a note from the Bible, he always picked out two of his best ones and dropped them off shortly after Thanksgiving. A faint smile turned Face’s lips upwards. If he tried, he could probably still cut paper doves, stars, candles, angels, and snowflakes with his eyes closed, or arrange the paper chains that they used as garland. The kids would gather in the common room after school and make hundreds of the decorations, the older kids being put in charge of the scissors, and the little ones in charge of the paper supplies. Then the Sisters would bring out the crayons, and allow the children to color their creations. He could still see some of the artistically inclined older girls painstakingly recreating stained glass window patterns on angels, while the littlest ones just grabbed colors, and scrawled with reckless abandon. Christmases at the orphanage had been hard… the older the kids got, the more they knew that. Most of the gifts came in the shape of donated clothes and toys—and too many well-off people thought ‘donation’ meant ‘get rid of the clothes too worn out for their kids to wear’. Sister Gwenny would go through each bag, sorting and organizing… he knew far too many of the pieces ended up being cut down into cleaning cloths because they were too ratty to give to the orphans. Still, there had been bright spots. One of the wonders of human nature was that they could be handed the most miserable of circumstances… and someone in the group would inevitably still have a match in their pockets and remember all the words to a popular song. Hope had a contagious quality. “Hey, Faceman, you gonna sit out here all night?” BA’s gruff voice came from the edge of the trail. Face shifted, surprised but not unduly alarmed as he turned toward his friend’s voice. All he had to do really was look for the glint of gold chains in the moonlight and from BA’s low-pointed flashlight. “You know BA, those chains are terrible for camouflage.” He observed wryly. BA shrugged—at least Face thought he did by the way the chains moved. “Ain’t nothing I gotta hide from out here. Now come on in—Miss Milly’s asking after you.” BA named the elderly spitfire who had organized this trip for the children. Face laughed but stood up. “Oh, if only it had been Miss Silvia…” He referenced Milly’s granddaughter, a gorgeous redhead just a year or two younger then Face. “Don’t even try it, man.” BA warned but with no real anger in his voice. “She’s going out with a police officer—one of the SWAT suckers. It ain’t worth the risk.” Face scrunched up his nose but sighed dramatically as he joined BA on the trail. “Well… if you say so… but with a body like that, a man might want to take the chance.” Shaking his head, BA started hiking back up the trail. “You as crazy as that Fool Murdock, you know that?” Face just laughed quietly, jogging to catch up with BA and his flashlight.

= = = = =

Cigar “Hey Hannibal—” Face turned and abruptly cut himself off when he found himself looking at a stranger, who was returning an equally quizzical stare.  “Sorry—I thought you were someone else.” The stranger shrugged dismissively, the movement almost knocking a large amount of ash off his cigar and onto the floor. As he walked away, Face sighed. He had never liked cigars when he was a kid. Even as a grown man, it took the Colonel years to convince him to try one. He later learned his aversion partially came from the fact that he usually purchased the cheapest ones he could find for his cons, saving the better-quality ones for his boss. Admittedly, his aversion likely also came from knowing Mr. Cotswell, the banker who owned several buildings around the orphanage. The man was always trying to buy the space from the diocese so he could complete his purchases. The bishop never heard him out, so he usually came around to futility bully the priests and sisters. Face’s memory quickly produced an image of the man, a lean man in expensive black suits, over six feet tall. He had a gleaming pocket watch that he would fiddle with, and spectacles too small for his face. He always had a little cigarillo clasped in between skeletal fingers and he would gesture with it… Face never recalled seeing the man smoke it, but it was always burning. Whenever he came to the orphanage for one of his ‘chats’, Father Magill’s office reeked of the smoke for hours afterwards. As a child, Face identified Mr. Cotswell as an enemy—someone trying to take away the only home he had ever known. With the clear, unclouded mind of a child, he decided that he hated the banker and wanted nothing to do with him. Face glanced down at his Armani suit, unable to hide a slightly ironic smile. While seven-year-old Alvin had decided that cigars, nice watches, and expensive suits were the marks of an interloper, Templeton realized they were merely the rewards of monetary success. Still… little Alvin might be horrified to see what he grew up into… hopefully the child would be more forgiving once he learned that his adult self made most of his money taking out slugs like Cotswell, rather than playing their games. “You having a divine revelation, Face?” Hannibal came to a stop at his Lieutenant’s elbow, quizzically staring at the pensive young man. “Or trying to remember if you double-parked the Vette?” “Neither.” Face recovered quickly, pulling his sincerely charming grin back into place. “I’m just trying to figure out the best way to tackle that list you gave me. Do you have any idea how long it'll take me to find some of this stuff?” “That’s why you’re the Supply Officer, and I’m the Colonel.” Hannibal reminded him cheerfully, grinning around his cigar. “I’ll leave it up to your expertise.” Face rolled his eyes and shook his head, “Then my first step is to get you back to the Aquamanic set so I can go to work too. Got the sealant you needed?” “Yeah.” Hannibal held up a small bag. “The guy at the counter better be right about this fixing the leaks—the wardrobe guys are already at a loss.” Face’s grin grew decidedly impish. “Cheer up Colonel. It’s just the price of fame.” “Apparently that price is $2.27 with tax. Come on, Kid.” Being able to turn the Colonel’s line back on him had made Face’s month… still smirking, he fished his car keys out of his pocket and followed his boss back outside.

[the-firebird69]

Monaco Billionaire Lifestyle (motivation 42) #shorts #motivation #billio...

My husband said you're a surface dweller and you don't get it and he says my stuff is nothing deep all of us and we're having a shallow fight and it's seen and my husband says you're always going to be in the shallows and he says this is a wicked lesson and they said where's the deep and they start looking and they're in trouble and they do make songs and they complain about it and this is our time to go deep and they decided it's very deep and they don't go past about 500 miles usually some of them have been to a thousand but that's about it these creatures are below that and they're complaining but that's what it is so who's out there screwing around and you may have some people capture to it turned into Giants and doesn't last long and they don't make it and they end up hurt or gone and the Brain is without a body so it's kind of one of these plans but I'm kind of disgusted with this guy for whatever reason you're doing there you're sitting there trying to rub it into my husband's face over and over and trying to rip people off there. It's not right to leave the sky next door to him to my husband's my husband is suffering

Hera

They're trying to get him out of there and we mean the idiot and they are resisting solidly the sacrificing their entire army for him to just sit there being a jerk and that's what they're up to and it's not very nice okay really freaky people for doing it and really don't know what to say they're wrong. were trying to fix it. We have several other things going on about this what I mean is we have three things we're trying to move him out with what is one of them is we are pushing for decision by the powers to be here to get him out, the second is we are trying to apply direct pressure and that is to move them out by making the situation not possible for them to stay here and it doesn't seem to affect that much they're here illegally and they're pressure to leave by practically everybody who has a say in it, the third say yes we're hitting all those people and hitting the people here and killing them and wholesale and taking his territory and his stuff and he was loaded up then the empire had a lot to do with that and we are emptying out and it looks like it's a pain in the neck to have him here at this time and I guess the empire would want that... We're moving on stuff to make him a week and it's taking forever

Thor Freya

I understand all that but we need to put a lot more effort in and I mean it just is just disgusting and we need to do it now and he's been piling things on this idiot and he's weakly and weekly and for crying around nobody should be able to withstand that kind of weight it's really just awful and sometimes I feel that we might have ability to side yes or no and really I need I need someone to say get him out and we've been saying it and we need it this is terrible this person next door is a horrible person and he should have been arrested for putting a rubber ducky on his feet it's a threat rvip and it's a serious threat the guy should be disembodied you should be drawn in quartered for doing these things and I hear what you're saying he gets disobodied for it and he gets ripped apart so I'll stay tuned and we'll keep doing it and yeah I want to send something the people here are not laughing with it and this guy's a fool their part is holding him here and it's probably the empire in order to use Trump to threaten my husband because he wants to hang on everything and they're using it to pull all the stuff out of the stashes and Cassius that makes a lot of sense it's a huge problem that the idiot is being used against himself

Hera

[missmeinyourbones]

“Sometimes you just don’t know the answer 'til someone’s on their knees and asks you.” + modern!reiner pls??? 💚💚🖤🖤

reiner braun x “‘til someone’s on their knees and asks you”

based on lyrics from this prompt :3

“Would you marry me?” Reiner asks, a little abruptly for a Sunday morning between bites of bacon and fruit.

It’s a normal day for the two of you—at least it was until he uttered those four words. Sitting at your kitchen table with a coffee mug in hand, your eyes meet his, attempting to get a read on his reasoning for asking such a heavy question this early in the day.

“Huh,” you tease, “That’s kind of a loaded question for,” you glance at the stovetop clock, “10:30 in the morning, don’t you think?”

You watch him shrink into his chair a little bit—it’s the smallest bit funny, watching a man as big and broad as him try to take up as little space as possible.

He hides his face behind a mug of his own, a bit embarrassed as he grumbles out a, “I’ll take that as a no, then.”

“It's not a no,” you quickly reassure him, “It’s just a big question—with a lot to think about.”

You sit in silence for a few more minutes. The air fills with a tiny bit of tension, not angry or brooding, but still tension nonetheless. Reiner stirs his coffee around, a weak attempt to busy his hands, eyes, and thoughts from your words.

“I don’t know,” your truthful answer breaks the silence that’s enveloped the two of you. “I know that I love you—more than I can even comprehend. But I also know that we’re young. I—I don’t know. I don’t have an answer right now.”

Your truth doesn’t hurt him, as he knows it’s not malicious or insensitive—but still, it’s not the answer he wanted.

“What would you need from me in order to have an answer? Preferably for that answer to be a yes?” he tries to recollect himself, to do better.

“I don’t know, maybe if you beg for it--” you're about to tease him when suddenly, within a second, he’s on his knees. 

Not one, like a traditional proposal, but both—like he’s begging, pleading you, to be forever his. To never leave him. If this is what a proposal for eternity feels like, it’s not as scary as you thought it’d be. It feels like him.

“Baby,” he begins, voice shaking as he rambles, “I don’t have a ring right now—obviously I would get you a ring, the prettiest diamond in the world, or whatever you’d want—“ He cuts himself off, nervously fumbling on his own words. After all this time, you still make him nervous. It’s a good thing, he decides. “I haven't thought about the ring, honestly. What I have thought about is spending the rest of my life with you. So, please, will you—”

“Yes.”

Reiner nearly chokes on his own spit as he swallows where he kneels. His eyes widen, like he’s questioning you, daring you, to say that you’re joking—but your punchline never comes. You mean it.

“What happened to not knowing the answer?” he nervously challenges.

“Sometimes you just don’t know the answer 'til someone’s on their knees and asks you.” you shrug. It’s a simple answer, for a simple love, paired with a simple proposal. 

His lips are on yours in a matter of seconds—sweet declarations of I love you’s dripping from one another’s lips. The kind of kisses that are all teeth, giddy with excitement, butterflies inhabiting your stomachs. Once you both come down from the high, you’re pulled to sitting on his lap. Playing with his hands, your coffees are cold and long forgotten, but they’re the only things cold about the home you two have made together.

“Did we just get engaged?” Reiner murmurs into your shoulder, feeling like he’s just awoken from the best dream ever.

“…Yeah. Yeah, I think we did.”

NOTE: this is such a sad lyric in such a sad song lol but i tried to challenge myself by turning it into something nice and fluffy :D i hope you enjoy it 

[scorchedhearth]

1 or 12 (w/ anyone u think works!) for the prompts to shake things up? :)

I’ve been on a guy kick lately, so you’re very much welcome for this. Guy signing but not well is very dear to my heart

12. oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and I heard you- nevermind,

shaking things up

Warriors is quiet when Kyle walks in, but not silent, which is surprising. Guy’s last mission didn’t go well, new Lanterns that he couldn’t reach in time and lives were lost and ruined with him as the only one left to answer to this tragedy. He kept the bar closed an entire week when he came back, enough for him to deliver the news to the Lanterns’ families, and when they did reopen he let Kyle handle the room on his own, busying himself in the kitchen and with the paperwork and orders. It’s the first time since he came back that Kyle isn’t the first in the bar.

He carefully makes his way inside, navigating around the tables and reaching the counter to find the source of the noise. Guy’s in the kitchen, turning on appliances and preparing whatever he decided will be on the menu today, slamming doors open and close, mumbling to himself as he walks through the steps of his routine. Kyle stands there for a second, spying on the normalcy of it all, enjoying the warm feeling in his chest at seeing Guy more alive than he’s been all week, before backing away and getting into his own routine, setting out glasses and drinks and readying the bar.

It’s not until his round around the tables, checking that there are no broken chairs from last night's roughhousing, that he realizes he’s been tapping his fingers on a rythm, on lyrics coming from the back. He stops, letting silence blanket the room around him to listen as Guy sings. True, honest singing, deep and loud, as yet another door is slammed shut. Kyle doesn’t recognize the song, something about a road and some woman, but it's lively enough to be enjoyable. He abandons his task to come closer and rest his elbows on the counter, staring at the kitchen’s door, smiling to himself.

Before he can do anything about it though, the door crashes open and Guy stumbles through it, arms full of boxes and a startled look on his face. He stops net in his track and lets a construct pick his load and carry it to the storeroom.

“Kyle! Whatcha doing here?” He greets him with a bump of his shoulder against his.

“I came in early, I wanted to check the furniture after last night's fight.”

“That’s what got you grinning like an idiot?” He asks with his usual tack, and Kyle is in a good enough mood to not lie. 

“No further expense does that to a guy.” That gets Guy to bark out a laugh. “Nah, it’s just-” He pauses for a second, searching for the right words. “I know you make noise when you’re happy.” At Guy’s raised eyebrow he tries to explain. “You’re loud. You talk and chatter and whatnot if you’re feeling good. And it’s been really quiet here lately, and I just heard you, in the back, you were singing and-” he cuts himself off before he can go on because Guy is suddenly grinning, and Guy’s grin is a very worrying sight to witness. It can never mean anything good to whoever is on the receiving end.

“Guy.” He warns but it’s too late. Guy throws his arms out, leans away from the counter and starts braying out the lyrics to some old rock song he vaguely recognizes. It’s loud, it’s out of tune and Kyle regrets his words immediately. “Guy!” He tries again to no avail, he’s properly ignoring his complaints, too busy singing his heart out and making sure to sound as nice as nails on a board. It’s on purpose too, Kyle knows it is, he just heard him barely minutes ago.

He dodges the pads of sticky notes thrown at his head -the closest item he could reach to Kyle’s great dismay- and smirks at him. “Nevermind.” Kyle throws his hands in the air. “Forget what I said, it’s not good at all, please stop. Will you just-”

“Too laaate!” Guy croons right into his ear and sling an arm around his neck, keeping him from escaping. “You were bein’ all nice, can’t help that I’m feelin’ goood.” He tries to emulate Simone’s voice, fails miserably and on purpose and Kyle discreetly pops in earplugs, which do a good enough job at muffling the crime to art currently happening in the bar.

“Knew you cared about me,” He shakes Kyle around and despite loving him a lot, he sometimes makes it really hard to remember it.

“Keep this up and see if I do.” He grits out and Guy laughs again before releasing him, though the singing does not stop. No, it gets progressively worse throughout the day, but Kyle still can’t shrug the relief at seeing his friend back, even if it comes at the cost of his own sanity.

[mlmxreader]

There Goes My Miracle | Sierra Six x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: can i get an order of uhhhh six x m!reader with a side of uhhhh 

“Hey, hey move over, I wanna lie down”

summary: Six takes a nap on the sofa while you do some chores here and there and play some Bruce Springsteen songs. 

tws: n/a

word count: 1036

Six was tired, to say the least, and even though you were up and about doing the cleaning and the laundry and the other chores that needed to be done here and there - as it was your turn - he had somehow found it in himself to take a nap on the sofa; he could sleep anywhere, so sleeping on his side with his knees pulled up and his head resting on the arm as he crossed his arms and drifted off wasn’t exactly difficult for him. He felt safe enough that he didn’t need to worry about getting up every ten minutes, and he was more than happy when you put on a few songs he recognised as he started to doze off; a smile coming to his lips when he heard ‘Cover Me’ by Bruce Springsteen playing. He knew you only played Springsteen when you were in a really good mood, and that put him more at ease than anything else; he really didn’t need to worry about a damn thing. Snuggled up in a pair of grey pyjama bottoms and an old hoodie, he was more than content during his little nap, letting you get on with whatever you needed to do; he didn’t even stir when you put the hoover round, nor did he even shuffle around when you dragged out the clothes horses and started to load them up with the freshly done washing. No, Six was quite content as he napped while you did the housework; he wasn’t even sure how long he had been asleep for, but he dared to stir and to finally wake when he felt you gently shoving his shoulder. 

He opened one eye, glaring at you as he grumbled. “What, puppy?”

“Hey, hey move over, I wanna lie down,” you told him, and when he moved onto his back, you were quick to get on top of him. 

You settled down with your face buried against his neck, your legs slung over his as you snuggled up against him; lazily, Six threw his arm over you and closed his eyes again, starting to drift off when you mumbled for his attention. 

“Do you ever regret moving in?”

“When you talk so much, sometimes,” he muttered.

“Yeah, but I mean normally,” you started, “like, we’ve been dating for a while now, and I just… I dunno, do you ever regret it?”

“Do you?”

“No,” you pressed a sweet kiss to his neck. “I like being your boyfriend as it is, and getting to annoy you every day is just a bonus.” 

Six scoffed, shifting around a little so that he could get a little more comfortable; he realised that you had left the music playing, and he could feel a smile tugging at his lips when he heard ‘Hungry Heart’. It made him think of the times you were driving around, usually to go and grab some shopping, and how every time it played on the radio you turned it up and sang as loudly as you could; but then, you always did the same with ‘The Trooper’ by Iron Maiden - the only difference was that, when the Springsteen song played, you looked at him with such a fondness that he almost couldn’t breathe, and he felt as if his lungs had collapsed for a couple of seconds. 

Stealing a look at you, Six hummed softly, snuggling back down as he started to doze off again; you were already sound against him, cuddled into him as if he was an anchor amongst a stormy sea, as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered. He couldn’t help it, dropping off to sleep again, more than comforted and content with the fact that you - the boyfriend he never thought he would ever deserve - were cuddled into his side with your lips pressed against his neck and your breath so soft against his skin. He had been so tired, and while it may have been easier to go to bed and to get under the duvet and to sleep on your side until he was properly rested, he didn’t want to be far from you, and he had decided that the sofa was the better option for that; he could sleep anywhere, but the place he liked best was anywhere near you, anywhere close to you and where he could tell that you were present. Those were always his favourite places to sleep, they always would be. 

Six was the first to wake, as always, and he chuckled a little when he heard ‘There Goes My Miracle’ by Bruce Springsteen, realising that neither of you had gotten up to actually turn the speaker off; but then he looked at you again, still sound asleep and coiled around him, and he grumbled as he stayed put. 

“Look what we've done, ahh ahh, heartache, heartbreak, love gives, love takes, the book of love holds its rules, disobeyed by fools, disobeyed by fools, there goes my miracle walkin’ away.” 

He couldn’t find it in himself to move, he couldn’t stand or stomach the thought of moving you and possibly even waking you up, not now, not when you were so comfortable and so content and so soundly asleep, he couldn’t bring himself to do a damn thing about it, not now, he would wait until you properly woke up before he moved; so he settled back down again, wide awake and staring at the ceiling as he listened to the Bruce Springsteen songs that kept playing, daring to sneak his hand under your shirt just so he could draw little patterns into your skin as he thought about how lucky he was to have a boyfriend like you, how lucky he was that he could feel safe with you and that he could turn off the part of himself that had been trained to kill and to constantly be on guard. He laid there, thinking about how you were, basically, his miracle; he couldn’t help it, smiling a little as he closed his eyes again and sighed. 

If the entire day was going to be spent asleep, he was just glad that he could do so in your company. 

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[simkhira]

I Have 300+ Gameplay Mods?! & Yes, They All Work Together...

Yes, you read that correctly. I have over 300 gameplay mods / overrides in my game. 340 to be exact. & Yes, they all work just fine together. By that I mean hardly any last exceptions / errors. So if you are looking for ways to spice up your game - here you go, sis:

⭐ = my ultimate faves

PLEASE SEE ALL 300+ LINKS ON YOUR MOBILE DEVICE! desktop tumblr won’t let us be great.

BIG DISCLAIMER: Use these mods at your own risk! Just because all 300+ of these mods work for me, does not mean they will work for you. ALSO - when patch day comes, do not refer to this list for the most up-to-date versions of mods… I will only be updating this list when I feel like I need to.

O K A Y

let’s start with... the basics:

MC Command Center ⭐

UI Cheats Extension ⭐

More Columns in CAS ⭐

No Mosaic ⭐

CAS Background

CAS Blob Remover

CAS Immersive Lighting

CAS Tidy Accessories + Details

New Loading Screens

Cube Map Remover ⭐

Into the Light (Lighting Mod)

Out of the Dark (Lighting Mod)

Twinkle Toes (Lighting Mod)

No Fade on Sims and Objects

Build/Buy Camera (Tab Mode) ⭐

Lot Trait Effects Hider

Smaller Plumbob ⭐

& then you need... realistic socialization:

Chat Pack ⭐

Whim Overhaul ⭐

Meaningful Stories ⭐

Personality Please

Better Elders

More Face to Face Conversation

Call Over Sims (Higher Distance)

Call Anytime + Chat Longer on the Phone

Unlisted Phone Numbers ⭐

Low Fun is Boring

Family Matters (Share Big News with Family Members)

Share More News ⭐

Congratulate More

Ask What Happened More

Conversation Tweaks

Chat Standing Still

No Stand Up to Greet

No Rude Intro Animation

No Flirty Animation

Apology Fix (Don’t Apologize if Your’re the Victim)

Angry Walk-style Only When VERY Angry

Less Intrusive Conversations

NPC’s Get Out of My Convo

Autonomous Parenthood Social Interactions

Autonomous Social Interactions

Reduced Idle Chatting

Know Your Coworkers / Classmates ⭐

More Away Actions

More Social Activities

Spend Weekend With

Teach Me the Rumbaism

now let’s talk about... realistic romance:

Chemistry System ⭐

Pillow Talk After Woohoo ⭐

No Shy First Kiss

No Woohoo Dance

Shower Woohoo Tweaks

No Romance for Family

Restricted Romance Interactions

Less Jealousy

Simda Dating App

Can I Come Over?

Date Night Event

Movie Night Event

Set Family Relationships ⭐

Set Extended Family Relationships ⭐

Bathroom Privacy Tweak

Bridal Shower Event

Bachelor(ette) Party Event

Auto Engagement / Wedding Ring ⭐

Vacation Weddings

Sit at Weddings

Better Wedding Presents ⭐

Honeymoon Event

Buy More Gifts from Phone

Ask for Romantic Massage

Realistic Divorce ⭐

Traumatic Divorce for Children

Improved Relationships

No Restaurant Bill When Invited ⭐

Faster Cooking at Restaurants ⭐

Better Food Quality at Restaurants

Finish Eating in Restaurants

Restaurant Guests Overhaul

Restaurant Sit Tweak

(can y’all tell that restaurants annoy me? lmao)

first comes love, then comes... pregnancy / toddler / kids / fur babies:

Ages Behavior Tweaks

Toddlers Spawn at Parks (with Parents)

More Children at Beaches

Pregnancy Overhaul

Rub Your Baby Bump (Small Pregnancy Overhaul)

Determine Baby’s Gender for All ⭐

Ultrasound Scans ⭐

Baby Shower Event

Amazing Birth (Rave About Your Delivery)

Advanced Birth Certificate ⭐

Sibling Care Tweaks

Make Less / Clean Less Mess

Auto Brush Teeth After Puking

Auto Put Activity Crafts into Inventory

Allow Toddlers to go to Services

No Call Out of High Chair

Toddler Power Nap

Better Toddler Milk

Better + Younger Nanny

Call a Babysitter ⭐

Call a Dog Walker

Shorter Dog Walks

Dog Walkers in Other Worlds

Scold All Pets

Sell Grown Up Pets

Pet Food Serving Overhaul

More Efficient Pet Brushing

Kids Can Walk Dogs

Kids Can Order Espresso

Kids Can Ride Bikes

Kids Have More Phone Interactions

Kids Can Cook

Kids Can Do Retail

Kids Can Garden

Kids Can Make Flower Arrangements

Kids Can Make Robots

Kids Can Workout

Kids Can Do Spa Activities

Kids Can Play Guitars

Kids Can Play Ping Pong

Birthday Anytime

Let Friends Age Up ⭐

No Auto Put Away Toys

No Auto Put Away Pet Toys

No Puddles Under Tubs (Toddler Bath)

Has to Pee Walk-style for Kids Only

Better Homework ⭐

Better Grade School ⭐

Better High School ⭐

Preschool for Toddlers ⭐

School Projects are Fun

More School Holidays

25 School Vacation Days

Prom Night Event ⭐

Sleepover Event

Pizza Party Event

Field Trip Event

Family Reunion Event

Pool Party Event

speaking of school... university:

Less Credits for Degree ⭐

University Costs More ⭐

University Holidays Fixed

Higher Scholarships ⭐

Rejection Letter

Harder Distinguished Degree Acceptance ⭐

Degree Required for Promotions

Faster Run to University Class

Teens Jump to University

Choose Your Helmet

Choose Your Roommates ⭐

Roommate Age-Checks

Roommate Significant Other Fix

Roommates No Random Outfit Changing

Roommates No Random Item Spawning in Dorms

Roommates No Spawning Meals

Roommates No Trash

Roommates Sleep All Night

Roommates Less Music

College Org Members Are Uni Students

Faster University Homework ⭐

Faster Tutoring Class

Copy Graduation Photos and Diploma

No Bad Microwave Buffs

No Ghosts on Campus

Sports Fixes

Game Day Event

Graduation Party Event

once you graduate... careers & aspirations:

Plan Career Outfit

Better Work Actions

Enlist in War ⭐

Live in Business

Faster Retail Actions

Faster Record / Edit Videos on Video Station⭐

Higher Acting Gig Payouts & Royalties ⭐

More Realistic Overmax Pay ⭐

Higher Payments for Paintings ⭐

Higher Royalties for Apps/Games ⭐

Higher Royalties for DJ Mixing ⭐

Higher Royalties for Lifestyle Brands ⭐

Higher Royalties for Song Lyrics ⭐

Higher Royalties for Music ⭐

Freelancer Edits are More Successful

Sketchpad No Fees

Campaign Rally Event

Visible Political Position

Watch Political Speeches at Podium

Retirement Party Event

The University Aspiration Pack ⭐

Accomplished Lady Aspiration

Family Aspiration

Grow Up Aspiration

Teacher’s Pet Aspiration

Knowledge Aspiration

Retirement Aspiration

Romance Aspiration

Famous Pastry Chef Aspiration

Twilight Years Aspiration

All-Rounder Aspiration

Programming Genius Aspiration

Travel and Culture Aspiration

Wellness Aspiration

9 to 5 Career Pack ⭐

Night Shift Career Pack ⭐

Part Time Career Pack ⭐

Fitness Career

Health and Beauty Career

Modeling Career

Journalism Career (Adult + Teen)

Trust Fund Career (Adult + Teen)

Welfare Recipient (Adult + Teen)

Saturday Jobs (Teens)

Oceanography Career (Teens)

Private Tutoring Career (Teens)

All Freelancer Careers (Teens)

Tutor (Odd Job)

Woohoo (Odd Job) - lmao

Art Show Event

hahaha... adulting sucks:

Basemental Alcohol ⭐

Happy Hour Event

SNB Realistic Bills ⭐

SNB Banking

Invest in Stocks

Lowered Thermostat Bills

Instant Thermostat ⭐

Auto Wrinkles for Adults

Life Decider 

House Warming Party (No More Fruitcake)

Door Knock Notification ⭐

Island Events Notifications ⭐

No Strangers Knocking at Your Door

Quick Showers / Baths ⭐

Shower + Bladder Reliever (don’t judge me)

Power Nap ⭐

Sleep All Night

Smarter Robot Vacuum

Functional Tide Pods

Clean Your Bedsheets

Auto Put Away Clothes

Auto Start/Dry Clothes

Laundry on Community Lots Costs

No Idle Laundry Animations / Sparkles

Don’t Prep Food Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Don’t Wash Dishes Where You Angry Poop ⭐

Eco Dishwasher

Faster Cooking ⭐

No Auto Set the Table

Ask to Cook, Bake, Grill

BBQ Event

Custom Food + Recipe’s ⭐

Custom Drinks + Recipe’s ⭐

Grannie’s Old Cookbook + Recipe’s ⭐

Bake Cupcakes in Oven

Coolers are Cooling

Advanced Fishing ⭐

Fishing Trip Event

Fish for Crabs, Lobster, & Shrimp

More Seafood Servings

More Snacks in Fridge

More Food at the Bar

More Food in the Cafe

Flea Market Every Sunday

Get to Church

just in case you... get famous:

No Fame Decay ⭐

Celebrities Never Reject Fans

Celebrities are Quarantined in Del Sol Valley ⭐

Get Famous Award Overhaul

Less Celebrity Reactions

Famous Sims Gain Followers Automatically

More Follower’s Resolution for Everyone

Free Staff (Chef, Barista, Bartender, etc.) ⭐

Gardeners and Maids on Weekends

Red Carpet Event

whatever you are... just be happy and healthy:

Fitness Controls ⭐

Balanced Calories ⭐

Go for a Walk

Hiking Increases Herbalism Skill

Power Workouts

Athletic Outfit in Winter ⭐

Healthy Drinks

Improved Meditation Stool

Improved Spa Day Tablet

Improved Yoga Mat ⭐

Craftable Pottery

Less Elder Exhaustion

Less Sickness

Longer Basketball Games

More Fun Stuff

Online Gaming with Headsets

and I can’t forget these... more gameplay mods:

NPC Controller ⭐

Improved Autonomy

Simulation Lag Fix

Simulation Timeline Unclogger

Improved Autonomy During Loading Screens ⭐

No Empty Venues When Arriving ⭐

No Temperature Deaths ⭐

No Death from Murphy Bed

No React to Stranger’s Death

Realistic Death (Mortem) ⭐

Memorial Event

Freezing Sims Don’t Turn Blue ⭐

More Club / Holiday Icons

Make Hidden Holiday Traditions Selectable

Random Holiday Traditions

Wellness Traditions

More Holiday Icons

Less Rain More Sun

Less Snow More Sun

Summer Blow-Out Event

Christmas Eve Event

New Year’s Eve Bash Event

No Ugly Rain Outfits

More Umbrella Variations in World

Open Umbrella on Rainy Days Only

No More Broken Umbrellas

Destroy Leaf Piles ⭐

Dress Code Lot Trait

Gender and More Lot Trait

Preferences Lot Trait

Add Sims to Groups During Events

No Auto Club Gathering ⭐

Flower Arrangements Slower Decay

Take Photo Overhaul (Moschino Stuff) ⭐

Snorkel Everywhere

Don’t Turn NPC’s into Spellcasters

No Role Outfits for Sages

ROM Portal Only for Spellcasters

& you also need these... much-needed overrides:

More Sponge Colors

More Sippy Cup Colors

More Dog Leash Colors

White Ice Skates

Better Food Textures (All of Them) ⭐

Hidden Bassinet ⭐

iPhone X Phone Replacement

Playing Cards Replacement

Military Salute Overhaul

Small Saucer Light ⭐

Working Medicine Cabinet ⭐

Working Alarm Clocks ⭐

Realistic Fighting Animation 

Oasis Springs + Island Living Palm Trees ⭐

special thank you to all of the wonderful mod creators! seriously, I could not play this game without you guys... (no, really.) There are way too many of you guys to name without missing someone... so if you reblog this, all I ask is that you please tag your favorite modders! (& maybe even add your favorite mods?)