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okay so i have a jeep wrangler right and its a thing among each other to wave when we pass by it's literally called the Jeep Wave and in the beginning i was like 'this is culty' and people make having a jeep their entire personality which is still true but honestly when i don't get a wave back i'm like 'well excuse tf outta me then'
Also duck duck jeep guys it’s a whole little culture it’s wild
anyway Regina George (2024) drives a jeep wrangler...(I linked pictures so you can get the whole vibe)
And when she first gets it she doesn’t realize she’s being waved at until Karen points it out one day. She thinks it’s weird and lame. Like “why do I have to acknowledge these losers?” She starts waving back when she’s alone in her car but she'd never admit it.
Eventually she starts initiating the wave out of habit and when the girls give her amused glances she says “whatever it’s just a reflex.”
Karen tries to buy her one of those fake hands to put on her dash but she shuts that down immediately because “gross Karen that’s fucking stupid.”
Suddenly she’s getting road rage when she thinks someone intentionally doesn’t wave back despite Gretchen’s very valid point. “Regina, its dark and rainy, they probably can’t see you over your high beams.” She just complains that she can't see them either but she still waved.
Another time the girls tell her all about the history of the ‘jeep wave’ and that there is a hierarchy according to their intense google search. Regina ignores them as she flips off the driver of a blue jeep instead, mumbling “bitch” under her breath.
Karen buys her a wave decal for her mirror. She lets her put it on.
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Much to Regina’s chagrin Karen learns what ducking is. “I saw Aaron and his friends covering their goalies jeep in them! So I looked it up and it this whole game-“
“Ugh Karen, no.”
“But it’s so cute, Gina look!” She’s cradling a yellow rubber duck in her hands, dressed in pink and wearing heart sunglasses, in an attempt to coax Regina into letting her duck her jeep.
“It’s very cute, babe, but you’re not putting that on my car. Also, I think you’re supposed to do it secretly…” she trails off when she sees Karen’s mouth drop open the slightest bit.
“Wait, you know about the ducks?” Her surprised expression makes Regina chuckle.
“Yes, Kare I know about the ducks. Why don’t you keep it? It’s too cutesy for me.”
“Oh, okay.”
A week goes by and she starts finding different ducks in various places on her jeep, while Karen insists it’s not her. She just smiles and throws them in her bag trying not to draw attention to it. She still thinks it’s lame but it makes Karen happy. After a year or so Karen stops ducking her jeep all together, because she just forgets about their little game but Regina is fine with it. She still has a tower of ducks in her room wearing ridiculous outfits.
But one morning at the start of senior year she finds a little surprise perched on her driver side mirror. It's a little duck, this time it’s all pink and wearing bunny ears. She feels her eyes sting with the threat of tears when she catches herself smiling. This one she puts on her dashboard for all to see.
She regrets it in the end because now the ducks have come back tenfold. She really has no where to put them but Karen, and now even Janis, are having way too much fun with it. So she keeps her mouth shut. Until one day when she starts to find mini ducks, not just in her jeep but in her house, her locker, honestly anywhere they could think of she finds a mini duck. There are hundreds and she knows this was Janis’ doing. It had to be. She keeps quiet though, slowly collecting them until she has an absurd amount. She’s sure she’ll find more but she easily has almost two hundred collected so she gives them to Janis. She had one of the girls on the robotics team rig a gift box so they would fly everywhere when said box was opened. Janis falling off her seat at lunch made it all worth it. Hearing the girl curse her under her breath while trying to save face as Karen cracked up was the icing on the cake.
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Regina also has mirror decals (also gifted by Karen). On her visor mirror it says hello gorgeous. (Or any of these. Honestly there are so many options.) Her rearview mirror says buckle up bitches. And the passenger mirror says passenger princess. For Karen.
Gretchen obviously gets the whole backseat to herself and she controls the aux cord.
Janis gets her this for the back window.
Y'all there are things called easter eggs please Janis would put one on the windshield and see how long it takes Regina to notice.
@erikahenningsen tagging a stranger person because reasons
#Regina George#mean girls nonsense#a ficlet?#i kept thinking about this at work yesterday so i had to get it out#it turned into more than just bullet points though#rejanis#kinda and also#Regina x Karen#which wasn't intentional but you can interpret that how you want#idk what else to tag this as
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I got tagged by the lovely @crownedinmarigolds! Thank you so much mate!! I'm absolutely charmed 🥰
Now my rat bastard spouse stole most of my tagging options on their post so to not double-tag I will add:
@skaerdir, @klaciate, @tzimizce and @vamp-orwave!!
If anyone who sees this wants to be an honourary tagee, then go for it XD
For those who don't know - Hi I am Alex! (He/They) and I'm a writer and an English immigrant to the USA!
3 ships: oh mate all of these are OCxOC with @c-n-i-d-a-r-i-a-n
Victor and Gloria – A Nos and his unbound Ghoulfriend. Making your touchstone one of your mission Ghouls is dangerous af but live fast love hard, lads.
Jeff and Lamb – Another of Vic's unbound Ghouls and the Thin Blood Nos that joined the Warren. Disgustingly fucking cute injected into the den of the rejected and disgruntled.
Ventan/Taakur Rig and Rozanin Rig – My and Daz's SWTOR PCs respectively. A Chiss Cipher Agent that ends up having to go hide with his Mandalorian hireling with her Clan and Roz's unrequited love becomes hella requited and suddenly Ventan/Cipher Five-now-Taakur has step kids??
I love it so much.
first ship: Oh god this takes me back to being little. Probably a Sonic one??
Shadow and Rouge if I had to take a guess??
last song: Temptation by Sean Paul! A proper bop
But honestly massive shout out to the second Nostalgia Synthwave mix by Odysseus on youtube
youtube
This thing keeps me sane, and has all the songs marked! – that opening one, Realign by Cerulean, can usually just melt my brain into peace whenever I hear it
last film: Snatch – Like VTMB it's a problematic fave that oozes style and characterisation throughout. Watched it as prep for a Setite I'm going to play in a V5 game >:D
currently reading: Altered Carbon by Richard Morgan as part of genre research. Finished The Vampyre recently too! Really I should pick AC up today, I've been working hard on my editing and outlining of my own pieces and neglecting the reading part of the craft for a few weeks >.>;
currently craving: So I'm drinking far less booze to save money whilst I'm out of work trying to get some Proper Writing done. So when I hit a good worthy milestone I'm getting a bottle of whiskey and I am ready.
fav color: Green! Sometimes purple!
relationship status: Maaarriiied to @c-n-i-d-a-r-i-a-n
last google search: I had to double check the spelling of Taakur for the ship section, so it was 'mandoa' :')
and before that I'm pretty use I searched Scryfall last night to go look at MTG cards even though I have no one to play with right now :'D (at least it's saving me money >.>)
current obsessions: Was tempted to add my own work here but I'll tag that on the very end XD
There's a lot of fandoms I don't leave – World of Darkness and Warhammer 40k predominantly as settings I always have another angle I want to see explored in!
I do however have the Magic the Gathering bug, even though I haven't really played in years and years now – but card interaction as a generation for narrative has always kind of captivated me? Like there's a couple big mean Ogre cards that make Rats more dangerous, but due to the way the systems work they also empower the Ratfolk of Kamigawa, the Nezumi, as they count as 'Rat' cards still. So big Ogre spellcasters improving Rat people as part of a contained bit of narrative kind of fascinates me as a concept.
Plus each deck presupposes a Planeswalker character who's casting those spells – and I was always intrigued by that notion and so most of my OCs are representative of decks I played (or wanted to :P) and then in turn each Planeswalker needs a Plane to come from, probably from a still existing culture on that Plane too, and so it can kind of wonderfully reverberate inspiration.
Like how every VTM Kindred OC presupposes a Sire!
BONUS ALEX SECTION
So if you want to get to know me, let me tell you about what writing I'm working on/have made recently.
Out now!
The Mutilation of Finley Reid
A short story of masculine horror, about a young man by the name of Finley who suffers in the pursuit of having his place as a man affirmed by his peers.
The world of Torranham Nights is an anachronistic reflection of England set in the coastal city state of Torranham, drawing from contemporary culture and folklore as well as the legends and reality of the cultures that came before – without being fetishistic about it like a lot of stories will.
Handle It
A short retail horror, about working the cash register of a butcher's counter, and the customer who orders increasing amounts of ground beef...
Inspired by my own work in a same spot, anyone who's done service work should get a kick out of this – plus it's free and only takes 20 minutes to read! XD
On the way!
Defector – name subject to change
A short story of grief, shame, suicidal ideation, alcoholism, and community. On the moon.
A Special Recon mech pilot, “Crash”, from Earth has defected to the Moon rebels, and now lives in Magnolia City, rotting away in her tiny apartment. Then the Provisional Government sends one of its elite commanders, a former enemy of Crash's, to pull her out.
Elhart: Arrival
The first of a short story fantasy anthology about a city of refugees at the edge of time and space, hiding from the end of the multi-planar universe. A super soldier has washed up with a near-fatal headwound and no memory, and she must learn to live in a far more peaceful world than the one her instincts suggest she came from. But who was she? And can she earn the trust of people who fear her potential to kill?
Neon Sun
A novel! Cyberpunk Vampires! If we're mutuals you can come ask about this but I'm not ready to share things too publicly for this one yet, but the outlining has gone beautifully in my opinion, and the worldbuilding is singing.
Speartip
I'm making a TTRPG!! It's a Powered by the Apocalypse engine game, about serving as the primary field agents of a faction of people who need your support and protection. Because if you're going to be a hero, who are you doing it for if not your kin?
Setting agnostic as hell, excluding some implicit need for magic in the class moves – I'm prepping to playtest this in sci-fi and fantasy settings to see how well my mechanics hold up in both swords and firearms based stories. Plus I'm going to explore a variety of perspectives of what the faction can be – from ethnic groups, to gangs, to guilds, to neighbourhoods.
I'm VERY excited about all this!!
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Jiro Yamada - Hypnosis Microphone
Heyo, how’s it going~?
Today I finally finished screenshoting this cutie uwuwu idk but he first was turning too much of a baby-maker-boy (srry, i dont want to get banned by tumblr-sama gg), but then somewhere in the middle of the process I started to make him more cutesy xD
Random data: he is very down on my list as a character, but I must admit that I like his design uwu Yeah, we know that having two jackets is... questionable xD but from a design point it looks very cool! and more memorable. Also he doesn't have anime bangs! which go more well with his very western clothes uwu
so, yeah, while making this sim I can now apreciate a little more this part of him, and that he has that idiotic/adorable tendency of sticking his tongue out xD
cc list uwu:
Skin:
https://ddarkstonee.tumblr.com/post/182864343508/angel-male-skin-hq-compatible-16-swatches by @ddarkstonee
Blush: https://blog.naver.com/PostThumbnailView.nhn?isHttpsRedirect=true&blogId=pwis0&logNo=221078328113&categoryNo=18&parentCategoryNo=10 (Ver. 2) by pwis0/nananini
Eyebags:
https://obscurus-sims.tumblr.com/post/663058529828175872/obscurus-sims-eyebags-n6-68-swatches-each (N7 Ver.) by @obscurus-sims
Moles:
https://fanaskher.tumblr.com/post/183690259961/molecular-52-mix-n-match-moles-something-that by @fanaskher
Skin details and Chin Slider:
https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/653369415716519936/face-kit-no1
https://miikocc.tumblr.com/post/648360817514971136/chin-slider
by @miikocc
Teeth:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/by9szurue96hyk1/(shendori)cc.zip?dl=0&file_subpath=/[shendori]Prince+Costume.package (the snaggletooth ones) by @shendori
Tongue, tongue sliders and custom rig ('cause yeah, sims don't have tongues :) ): https://www.redheadsims-cc.com/2021/08/au-tongue-n-001.html by @redheadsims-cc
Hair:
https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/da-eun-hair/id/1599401/ by @goamazons
Eyelashes and Eyebrows:
http://kijiko-catfood.com/3d-lashes-uncurled-eyelashes-edition/
http://kijiko-catfood.com/eyebrow-ver2/ by @kijiko-sims
Eyes:
https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-eyecolors/title/earth-eyes-n98-non-default-heterochromia/id/1441076/ by @pralinesims
Hat and top:
https://www.thesimsresource.com/members/McLayneSims/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-male-hats/title/era-caps-ii/id/1598971/
https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/joe-varsity-jacket/id/1515069/ by @micklayne (retextured by me)
Shirt tied at waist:
https://tamosim.blogspot.com/2015/05/ts4-accessory-tied-shirt-for-male-female.html by @tamo-sim
Jeans: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-male-teenadultelder-everyday/title/dustin-denim-ripped-jeans/id/1475164/ by Pinkzombiecupcakes
Sneakers: some base games sneakers retextured by me.
Rings:
https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-male-rings/title/anniversary-rings-male-version/id/1516233/ by @sugarowl
https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-male-rings/title/tanzan-rings-left-side/id/1522684/ by @suzuesims
Poses 1 and 3: https://helgatisha.tumblr.com/post/162625857207/ts4-model-poses-19-pose-pack-cas-download by @helgatisha
Pose 2: by me uwu it was my first time, so I know it is still funky xD but it was the best I could do within my capabilities and the limitations of the game/rig. Thanks also to @flowersimfactory for their guide on how to work with custom rigs uwu, here it is: https://www.patreon.com/posts/41117498, and to @katverse for general info on how to make custom poses too.
If something is missing, you can found it in my last posts, or just by simple google searchs, I will be just adding from now on things that took me a lot to find and think are helpful/will save you time.
As always, if you want some retexture/the funky pose just pm me uwu
That's all for today~, next obvs comes best boi hacker and rapper at the age of just 14 sweet years old, Sabu-chan uwu well, baaii~
#hypnosis microphone#hypmic#jiro yamada#mc mb#buster bros#ts4#sims 4#sims 4 cc#cas#reshade#sims 4 pose cc#hypmic sims
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Easy Tips to Avoid Accidentally Getting an Offensive Tattoo
Hello! Hi! I'm Ada, your friendly local tattooed person!
I'm sure by now we've all seen the posts of people getting Stranger Things number tattoos without realizing what they look like (ie the codes that the Nazis branded people with) (and for the purposes of this post I will be assuming ignorance instead of purposeful malicious intent), so today I'm here to give some tips on how to avoid accidentally getting a racist/offensive/otherwise unwise tattoo of your own! 😀
1. Research. Before getting any tattoo, use the internet to search "[tattoo idea] tattoo meaning", and read through as many results as you possibly can to make sure the design you're about to get isn't a Russian prison tattoo, or a gang symbol, or a white nationalist code-word.
IRL example, when I was an 18 year old goth kid, I thought I wanted a spider web tattoo. But then I googled "spider web tattoo meaning", and it turned out it was all three of those things! So I got a picture of my cat instead, because my cat was not involved with prisons, gangs, or racism.
2. Ask around. Draw, or pay someone else to draw, a sketch of your idea, and show it to as many other people as you can. Ask them to point out anything unintentionally offensive you might have missed. I don't expect any one person to know every possible offensive tattoo, so it's good to ask as wide a variety of people as you can. Maybe ask online, if you have a online friend group or a forum you trust.
IRL example, my coworker wanted a forearm tattoo of a sailing ship (he is an accountant, not a sailor), and found out that in many circles a tattoo of a fully rigged ship means that the person who has it has sailed 5,000 nautical miles, and was liable to get his butt kicked if the wrong people saw it and thought he was making a claim he couldn't back up. [Ultimately, he got it anyway, but on his chest, where it was less likely to be seen. Not the decision I'd have made, but at least it was an informed choice.]
3. Flash tattoos. Tattoo flash is the pre-drawn designs that you see hanging on the wall of many old-fashioned tattoo parlors, street shops, and temporary tattoo kiosks. Most are of simple, classic, or generic designs, though some artists have more elaborate flash. A lot of older flash is based on Sailor Jerry or Ed Hardy designs, and most flash tends toward American Tradition or Japanese Traditional in style. If you go to a reputable, licensed artist who has flash (and researching an artist is a whole other post), you're pretty safe picking whatever design you like and getting it immediately. No reputable artist os going to risk their reputation by offering racist flash art. (You might still want to run a Google search to avoid the Sailing Ship Butt-Kicking situation, but that's your choice.)
IRL Example: you've probably seen lots of flash tattoos without realizing it. If you've seen a tattoo of two swallows, or a heart that with a name banner, you've seen a flash tattoo.
4. No tattoos. If you don't want to do research into the meanings and associations of your potential tattoo, and you don't want a flash tattoo, the easiest way to avoid getting an offensive tattoo is to just not get a tattoo. If you have no tattoo, you have no offensive tattoo.
IRL Example: My uncle wanted a tattoo, but after 20 years working in the FBI organized crime department he decided too many things were associated with or claimed by different gangs, and just gave up on the whole idea.
Other Notes:
-Someday there might be a tattoo idea you love that you find out is offensive somehow. Do not get the tattoo. Do not think that no one will notice the connotations. Do Not end up like my OTHER coworker, who thought no one would notice the implications of the Rising Sun tattoo he got because it "looked so cool" and then had too spend twice as much money covering up when everyone asked why he had the flag of WWII Japan on his leg.
-Every tattoo is going to offend someone, but there's a big difference between getting a tattoo of slightly raunchy Hair Metal lyrics and getting a tattoo of, like, Nazi symbols. If someone tells you your tattoo idea is offensive, find out why, and do research into whether the association is something you really want to be representing. I'm not here to tell you exactly where to draw the line on how potentially offensive is too offensive, especially since it's going to vary by culture and location, but take some time to really think about what you're committing to before you do it.
Please feel free to add more! I don't know everything, so please add onto this, or correct me if I've gotten something wrong.
And please don't hesitate to ask any questions! My ask box is always open 😊
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Hey so I’m not sure if there’s a central point to this ask but what do you do when you feel more or less “outnumbered”? I stupidly searched some tags that I knew would upset me and it seems like so many people have an inherent bias against “white cis lesbians” and it seems like they throw the word white in front of it just to get away with being misogynistic and homophobic because their arguments are never about race. They’re about if someone is in the wrong for having sexual boundaries. Also, I’m not even white and those posts make me feel like a bigot for being a lesbian. Which is how I know that adding “white” is so superficial. I keep reading that my aversion to male genitalia (even the male genitalia that has been surgically restructured) makes me transphobic and that i need to unlearn that aversion but it just doesn’t make sense to me?? I look to the comments and see one or two others like myself who are genuinely confused and the most common response is “I’m not google” or “examine the root of your preferences”. But my examining is so brief because I was literally BORN THIS WAY. I think about it and it’s so clear to me that my body and brain love female bodies and are repulsed by male bodies. It all feels like mass brain washing and conversion therapy.
To make matters worse, there’s no safe way to even vent this frustration without being called a “terf”. I feel like being born a same sex attracted woman has doomed me to inevitably being labeled a terf when idek much about terfs other than being called one is a really bad thing. People are supposed to pick ideology/schools of thought. From what I’ve seen, lesbians who are vocal about their sexuality are forced into that box by other people. If that makes sense? Its almost comically absurd. I’d laugh if it weren’t so horrific and homophobic. I feel like I can’t loudly and proudly be a lesbian and it SUCKS because I spent all of high school in the closet and I just feel robbed and I feel betrayed by supposed members of my… “community” who, quite frankly, hate actual homosexuals whether they want to admit it or not. I guess I wanted to know if you think there’s hope for lesbians? Or if the game is rigged for us to be hated by both the left and right? Do you think there are many other lesbians like me who are silently fed up with being the scapegoat of so many people’s anger and insecurity? Is there anything you do to feel better about being unable want male bodies when it feels like literally every other “queer” woman online does/is willing to? I get republicans thinking I’m a freak for loving women. It truly baffles me when democrats, liberals, and fellow gay/bi people also think I’m a bad person for how I was born. It’s so horribly lonely.
Firstly, I once again apologize for being so long to answer. All your concerns are valid and I want you to know that there are absolutely many other lesbians like you who are silently fed up with this hatred against us. Make no mistake it is indeed lesbophobia, this time it's more effective because it hides in plain sight, it goes from mouth to mouth so often unchallenged because people are so afraid to be seen as ostracising and exclusionary.
No matter what these new homophobes say though, we are still unable to change who we are, and why would we want that anyway ? The atmosphere is so toxic, so intoxicating, that lesbians just existing in western supposedly progressive countries are called "terfs" and "transphobes". The ones who are not called that are lucky for now because they're either careful and lying about their real opinion on the matter (which isn't even an opinion but a fact, we are not attracted to the opposite sex) - which worsen it all for the rest of us (no "thank you" to any of you reading this, you're simply hypocritical if you are out there calling us transphobes when you damn well know you wouldn't actually like sex involving pe**s either, duh) or not involved on social media or lgbt spaces irl so they don't know what's going on (which ... I'm kind of jealous of that). The best thing you can do to put distance between this new type of lesbophobia and you is to find the actual self-loving lesbians who are not afraid to be called names if this means being true to our sexual orientation. It's okay to be solely attracted to the same-sex, it's okay to be a lesbian, lesbophobes can die mad about it. ✨
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The Matrix. [big fullstop]
lets be honest here what is going on around us?
we dont trust people nor do we socialize, everyone's suddenly an introvert, oh my god we need to wake up from the matrix. How do we wake up from the matrix even though we dont know we are trapped in it?
lets be honest what's keeping us alive rn? our phones, laptops, TV. tbh these people can ligit see everything your doing right now, yeah straight access to your camera without even knowing! they've seen everything you've done when ur on the apps of social media, everything, even while ur on the toilet and scrolling, like someone talk about invasion to privacy? [thank god my laptop's camera is rigged]
but hey its not their fault, its pretty much ours. we should have done more re-search about it, they even have every data about us. For how long we've seen 1 post, yeah for how long. Every chat of yours, every post everything is being recorded. Dw if its something flirty its all just bots stored in these huge computed somewhere in the basement of these companies [google, Instagram, facebook, youtube] Tbh if you're an Whatsapp used and you get that "not even whatsapp can access your chats" you might are being lied to or not. Tell me one fine reason why Whatsapp shouldn't have the data of the chats? I mean WhatsApps main purpose is chatting and status.
in the worlds history of humanity these social media apps are one of the BIGGEST and yeah i mean BIGGEST money making companies, imagen every darn day millions of millions users come online, get a new acc. thats real money makin going on right there.
while facebook was being created its main motive for the "like" button was for spreading positivity, hey its spreading negativity now. teenagers are getting upset when they dont get enough likes, and hence call themselves "ugly" and "unworthy" of being showed up on any individuals for you page. people here spending hours on writing and getting barley 3-4likes. even the comment section is utterly toxic. hate comments like ya'll some people can ignore it but some people take it extremally personal.
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i would love to take you up on that offer, so if you don't mind me describing it... unfortunately all ive got access to is a north facing window right now, but i've also jury rigged a plant light from an old desk lamp, so i think in general i have low light? short in height i think, since i've got one window shelf and the space above + below. less than stature or pretty flowers im looking for things that put out a lot of leaves, since i miss the feeling of a garden. i dont mind if it has trailing bits like spider plants do, but a big thing i do need is nontoxic to cats if it takes a little bite before i can train it off that... so, low light, short, leafy, and pet friendly? if thats not too much to work with lol. tyyy 💕
I know very little about cats and what's toxic to them, but it should be fairly easy for you to research once you've found a plant you like!
From what you described I have very good news for you and that's Peperomia!!!
First off I did a very quick google search and found out they're most likely safe for cats, not only that but they're also not the type of plant a cat usually likes to bite, but please look into it more yourself as I don't know my way around cat information.
There are many types of peperomias (they're my favourite). We have the standard Peperomia Obtusifolia that had big round-ish thick leaves, and it grows horizontally unless you prop it up, can have completely green levaes or leaves with yellow splashes.
There's several types of Peperomia that look pretty much like obtusifolia except with different colours, one has a pink rim and white/yellow splashes, another is dark green with a reddish rim.
There's Peperomia argyreia that grows even shorter and has round leaves that are green with silver stripes that actually glitter.
We have Peperomia hope, a trailing peperomia with small-ish round thick leaves.
We have the string of turtles, another trailing peperomia with really small round fat leaves
There's a ton of peperomias that grow similar to the argyreia, except they have different leaves, some have crinkled leaves and some have pointy leaves.
We also have peperomia dolabriformis and other similar ones that look like little trees.
Peperomias are like succulents, they want to dry out completely between thorough waterings, but not for too long, as they have thin roots that may be harmed by too much drought, this isn't a problem unless they get overwatered in combination with it. They have shallow root systems so they prefer shallow and wide pots. Peperomias prefer to be in a place that's light, like a window, but they generally don't want direct sunlight, so a window that isn't in the sun all the time is perfect! Just remember that if it's really shady the soil will dry up slower. They're a perfect beginner plant since they can withstand sun, shade, a lot of water and very little water, they're pretty hardy. If you've ever had a Crassula before, these plants are kinda similar in care to those. By the way, crassulas are also worth looking into, though they grow more like trees so they might be taller than you want.
As a general rule, the thicker a peperomias leaves and stems are, the more they can dry out between waterings, so something like a watermelon peperomia (peperomia argyreia) may need a little more care than a peperomia hope.
I hope you like any of these suggestions and definitely look into more peperomias, I absolutely love them but I have been cursed by the peperomia gods so I can't have them anymore. There are more "leafy" plants that grow kind of short but they're more finicky and not really beginner plants. Though I did see that there are peace lilys that are bred to be shorter and smaller, I've never had one so I can't guarantee it won't grow big but peace lilies are definitely also good as beginner plants that are more leafy and garden-y
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I was shocked by the feedback I received because I wasn’t confident in my idea (others have amazing product ideas and it feels like I’m taking the easy way out focusing on the social media route). That isn’t so.
I spoke to a fellow with Hidradenitis suppurativa (HS) and it totally changed my perspective on this project (I can’t in-hear his story).
After that, I knew no way in God’s name I could continue with the portrait route. Human beings have low retention span and don’t read as much e.g how many times have you read the long blurb on an Instagram post? You just look at the post, it’s caption, like or comment.
Also, this brief isn’t about displaying my talents, it’s about helping others. Social media is trending and it’s a good way to spread information and garner community.
Yet, there’s a lot of issues with social media. This is why I thought, I could change that narrative.
Some of the problems with social media
Enlightenment: Social media e.g Snapchat and Instagram sometimes offers support for superficial media, rather than enlightening people (You can get information from these platforms but need to seek it compared to Quora or reddit or even youtube). This means the topic of skin conditions are pushed back under a rug.
Representation and Community: I didn’t exactly explain it well but the algorithm is rigged. Using myself for instance, black girlis in the past got annoyed always having to type ‘black’ after a search on google or Pinterest. This is why Pinterest had a rebrand. It’s interesting how when I type braids, my mind goes to box braids, only to see French braids….. Okay, you may now assume, well I live in England and it’s mostly Caucasians. Well, as a foreigner, my search was still completely filled with Caucasian media in Nigeria. This is wrong. Even though I do explore other cultures (Spanish, Korean, Japanese,etc), from my location and most of my searches being about blackness, can’t google or even TikTok take the hint (Yes,I’m coming for TikTok too). TikTok’s algorithm is the worst because it appears to be inclusive when it’s the opposite. Back in 2021, black creators complained as they’d make a trend but on the top of the sound was Caucasian so there’s no credit given. Now, imagine the skin condition community in that retro-spect. They must do a lot of digging to find an answer to every symptom. This is because as a doctor once told Jackson Gillies about HS ‘the disease isn’t sexy enough’.
Community (again): Going back to my experience, this can be explained using, the teen girl experience (when she sees all these beautiful adults, she becomes insecure and wants to start changing her features to fit in). Another problem with social media is the individuals I see. They’ve asked for a birthday, so they certainly know my age range. I think there’s nothing wrong with admiring people older or younger than you but there’s a thin line. I just used the teenage girl experience but now, let’s talk about adults. When the algorithm doesn’t draw boundaries, this can breed predators. Yes, it’s disgusting, a crime, a choice but we need to realise when the algorithm is showing someone who’s clearly beyond their years a young audience…….. Yes, they could have pure intentions like parents BUT not all the time, that is worrying. In 2022, when TikTok faced allegations in US, it was alarming how most of the congress (old men) stated how they have little girls dancing on their ‘for you page’. TikTok users were appalled, because we all know the trend of dancing has slowly diminished. This begs the questions, why is their ‘for you page’ mostly filled with children because mine isn’t.
Human engagement: No more user engagement. There’s an obsession with getting humans to use social media. Thus, triggers like the vibrations, red circle notifications are installed in place to make people use the app. Suddenly, it’s no longer a tool but a religion.
Obsession with numerical data: Humans are obsessed with rewards such as likes and followings. This is why social media uses them. However, social media was supposed to be a tool, not a lifestyle. What’s scary is how they refuse to make changes to social media regardless of the impact. Instagram in 2019 announced it’s removing likes but never did. I believe it should have been implemented.
Solutions
These are all summarised in the presentation.
Feedback
Narrow down the target audience to a specific skin condition community.
Could also try the comic idea but the forum or anti-social media Dot called is the best. This depends on the route I want to go. I didn’t say anything truth be told but I’m leaning into the anti-social media. For the longest time, as a child, I was always inquisitive and wondered how to problem solve but I lost that zeal, focusing on only the aesthetics as my ideas never made it to the cut so I’m a lot more confident.
Research my target audience.
Re-brand likes instead of discarding it.
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Daz Artist Interview Series: MikeD’s 5th Anniversary - Daz 3D Blog
From scripts, outfits, props, and more, MikeD has been creating 3D content as a Daz Published Artist for five years! Congratulations from all of us at Daz and thank you for the interview. Sit down with us and MikeD to learn more about the person behind the products.
And if you haven’t checked out MikeD’s products in the Daz shop, go take a look at his . Plus, you’ll get 60% OFF MikeD Items for a limited time!
The Interview
MikeD, thanks for taking the time to tell everyone more about yourself! Let’s start with the basics. How did you learn about Daz 3D?
I ran into Poser in the early 2000s and used it for a while. I searched in Google for its successor or something similar in 2015, and that’s when I discovered Daz Studio. I downloaded it to my PC and I remember being so thrilled about it that I stayed awake the first night discovering its features. As you can imagine, it has been installed on my PC and laptop ever since.
That’s amazing. We’re so glad you found us! When did you become a Published Artist?
I sent my first item to Daz sometime in May 2017, but my first release was on August 22 the same year.
How did you pick your artist name?
My artist name is the abbreviation of my real name, so it is not so fancy, but it was easy to pick.
There’s nothing wrong with that — we’re big fans of keeping it simple. How did you get into design, art, and 3D modeling?
This is a long story that involves my previous job. I studied biochemistry and used to work as a high school teacher. There were a lot of circumstances where I had to show an image of a molecule, picture of a cell, or even a short animation explaining a biological mechanism. There was a lack of these kinds of materials in my native language at the high school level, so I started creating very basic 3D animations. Gradually, these animations became more complex, and the need for more accurate 3D models led me to learn more about 3D creation.
Wow, that’s incredible that the desire to better instruct your students led you here. Now that you’re not creating for high school students, where do you get your inspiration when designing products?
Most of my scripts and plugins originate from my own needs to automate procedures in my workflow, create new tools for Daz Studio, or more easily organize and manage things. As for the other assets like clothing, environments, props, and poses, I get inspiration from everyday life, books, movies, or PC games.
And what does your artistic process look like?
The process begins with a general idea I form in my mind when I get the inspiration for my project. At this stage, I make a preliminary decision about the contents of my product. I try to picture it in my renders and how it can match Daz Studio’s figures and existing items.
In the next stage, I use as many references as possible to reveal design patterns and small details I may have missed in my first approach. This really helps guide me to create realistic 3D models. The references may come from the internet, a movie, a description from a book, or from images I have taken with my camera. If I have access to the real cloth, environment, or prop, I prefer the last option, taking my own photos. This case is the most interesting because I can interact with it and use some of my images for the 3D textures as well.
The modeling and rigging procedure is more or less the same for any content creator. At this stage, if I feel the need, I add or subtract some items from the contents of my product.
In order to achieve the best texturing quality, I use software such as ZBrush, Substance Designer, and Substance Painter. At this stage, I create test renders to adjust the shader’s properties. Any dForce item is tested in this stage as well.
Making the promos tests the items to the field. I try to make scenes for my product in combination with other products from Daz’s store to see how well they blend in. Final adjustments and fine tuning take place in this stage if needed.
We appreciate you being so thorough! We’re sure others will find this helpful. Is there an artist or style that inspires you?
The truth is that there are so many talented Daz PAs who inspire me that I cannot distinguish any one of them. I’m lucky to be friends with some of these artists, chatting with them in Daz’s PA Discord channel and trading thoughts and ideas about new projects.
What’s the most difficult aspect of designing products?
There are times that, no matter what I do, the lack of inspiration is so strong that I feel that no project suits me at the time. Normally, a break for a couple of days solves this situation.
So many of us can relate to that. On the flip side, what’s the product you had the most fun creating and why?
I believe that I had the most fun creating the . I used to climb myself, so I have all this equipment in my storage room, which I remember having scattered across my living room and next to my PC, measuring and modeling each one of them. This bundle has four independent items: wearable props, clothes, an environment, and poses. Creating it was very relaxing!
That sounds fun! And now that you’ve reached your fifth anniversary creating with Daz, how would you say your work has changed since then?
Over time, I’ve been able to create better products faster and easier than before. I like investing my time in study tutorials and new techniques or different workflows that can improve my work. These tutorials also include the learning curve of some new (for me) cutting-edge software, which has definitely upgraded the quality and speed of my work. For the same reason, I have also gradually developed a lot of scripts in Daz Studio. Many of them are also available to other content creators through my site.
Daz’s PA Discord channel has been a great help as well because I can discuss and find solutions about any problem or technique with other PAs or Daz’s people.
And what should we expect from you in the future?
A lot of interesting new things, including new scripts and plugins. Some of my most recent products are based on Greek mythology, history, and culture and were featured in the Demigod Series alongside Daz’s Noa 8.1.
What’s something we might not notice or don’t know about your products?
I am a great fan of scripts. Most of my props, environments, poses, and/or clothes include visible or auto-loaded, non-visible scripts to the user end. They significantly improve the user experience and offer some very convenient one-click (or a few) solutions setting up a scene.
That’s awesome! So how do you know when a product is finished?
For my scripts and plugins, I spend a couple of weeks testing it in its beta version. It’s in this phase that I make changes and adjustments to make it as friendly as I can to the user and, at the same time, achieve its purpose of using as few clicks as possible. I consider the script finished when I feel that it blends smoothly in Daz Studio.
As for my other products, I feel that they are finished when the final renders look like the image I had in my mind.
What challenges have you overcome as you developed as an artist?
The greatest challenge I faced when I started working as a PA was splitting my time. I had to learn how to use some demanding 3D software programs, all while creating new products, working at my day job (which I left to commit to 3D creation a year after joining Daz), and enjoying some spare time all at once. Over the years, I’ve learned how to balance my time (most of the time) between all my activities.
That is definitely a challenge — one that many may not think of. As a PA who has been with us for five years, what advice would you give to someone who wants to become a PA?
Always evolve.
Wise words. And where else can we see your artwork, products, and other work?
You can find a lot of stuff, including my photo collections, 3D work, and free scripts and tutorials about creating and/or using Daz Stuido, on . You can also follow my , , and pages.
Thank you! Now, let’s move on from work-related topics to something a bit more fun. What do you like to do when you’re not making awesome products or renders?
In my spare time, I like photography, watching movies, listening to good music, playing the guitar, or playing PC games.
What advice would you give your younger self?
Become a Daz PA earlier…
We appreciate your candor! But you’ve also had such a unique journey that’s brought you to where you are today. When you were younger, what did you want to be when you grew up?
When I was a student, I wanted to become an air-force pilot. Due to my growing myopia, I couldn’t do this job, so the closest I reached to this was to fly a glider for a couple of years.
That sounds fun! And last but not least — if you could choose one superpower, what would it be and why?
I think manipulating time is the superpower I would choose. Humankind has achieved things that can be considered superpowers like flying, healing, x-raying, etc. — but not time manipulation. What if someone could turn back in time and change some choices (considering that we won’t face time paradox issues)?
I think many of us agree that it would be very useful. But thank you for the interview, MikeD, and we’re eagerly awaiting what you come up with next!
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Bucky wrung his hands a few times before knocking on your door, feeling his heart beat a little faster when he could hear the sounds of your footsteps on the other side. He'd been dreaming of a day like this for so long— the day he finally acted on this secret obsession he had, the day he stopped fantasizing and started realizing— but all this time, part of him had never really thought he'd go through with it. I mean, there's a pretty big difference between jerking off to videos of dominant women and actually getting spanked, slapped, and choked by a dominatrix after paying her an insane amount of money per hour.
But frankly, Bucky needed a big difference from what he'd been doing. He'd been alone for a little too long, he needed someone else's touch before he lost his mind. And he knew that he needed something more substantial than a hook-up, someone who wouldn't expect him to be dominant at all. Even in a kink-less, vanilla hook-up, there’s still an onus of dominance, that’s what Bucky had realised. He’s still supposed to initiate, to guide, to be fully in control… and he hates how it feels to be in control. He’s not used to it, and it doesn’t feel right, and it just makes him sure he’ll do something wrong. So here he was, standing at your door, hoping you’d take away his freedom to do something wrong.
The latch turned and you opened it.
Fuck.
You looked great. Too great, almost overwhelming. Even better than the pictures on your website.
You looked so much softer than the women he saw whenever he searched up femdom porn (yes, that was pretty much the first thing he did once he figured out google— thankfully he had also figured out incognito mode), but your presence was twice as commanding. Your eyes scanned over him quickly and your face stayed annoyingly stoic.
You invited him in; And since then, you’d had him wrapped around your finger.
Even knowing to a certain extent what he was getting into, he could’ve never prepared for how quickly he’d fall for you. Not that he was exactly new to the feeling, but he thought guilt might eat him alive: because of course he felt awful for developing real feelings for you. You were just doing your job and he was falling into the same trap that probably every dumbass client fell into.
Or maybe they actually knew what they were doing and understood how to separate fantasy from reality. He couldn’t decide which one was worse.
He spent a few hours trying to decide while staring up at his ceiling— certainly a better way to spend the time than being social or taking care of unfinished business, right?
But leave it to you to change everything with just three words. Make me yours.
He hadn’t stopped thinking about those words— or about the way you said them— since the moment you spoke them. He hadn’t stopped changing his mind on if he could really believe you were his or not. He wanted to, more than anything; and in those brief moments he did, he felt a joy that he had no idea what to do with.
He frowned as he turned his back towards the mirror, looking over his shoulder to watch his finger run over the fading scars on his back. They’d be gone for good in less than a week, but he knew you had left plenty of permanent marks on him— just unfortunately not those that anyone else could see. He liked the way these scars looked under your fingertips much more than his; he liked everything about being in your arms.
Since you’d texted him to ask if you could have a serious talk with him soon, he worried he wouldn’t get to feel that again. In fact, nothing worried him more.
He was typically antsy as he waited for you to answer the door— he had been since that very first time so long ago— but this felt entirely different: not as jittery, but a thousand times more anxious.
At first he’d been wishing you’d answer it right away, but then he heard your bolt turn and panic landed on him like a dangling anvil dropping on a cartoon character. Suddenly the last thing he wanted was for you to open that door, to be standing there looking all perfect and shit, to smile at him and greet him and invite him in. He didn’t want it; he couldn’t take it.
But you did it all anyway, though it was obviously and immediately a new situation entirely, compared to every other time you’d done it.
You were dressed differently, still formal but definitely toned down. Nothing sexual, at least not objectively. And your smile, though it still made his heart skip a beat just like always, was noticeably softer and maybe a bit sadder.
He stepped in past you, and you surprised him by sitting next to him on the couch rather than across from him on your chair. “Do you want, like, water or anything?” you asked, breaking the silence for a moment.
“No, I’m fine,” he nodded.
Bucky had gotten pretty good at silence these past few years; it didn’t bother him, in fact he barely even noticed it. But this silence made him remember why everyone else hated silence so much: it was heavy and thick and made him overcome with the need to blurt something out. “Everyone calls me Bucky,” he finally admitted. You smiled.
“Do you want me to call you that?” you asked.
He considered your question, trying to imagine you saying it. “I… I used to think it would be better, but now I like the way you say ‘James’ too much.”
“If you thought it would be better, why did you ask me to call you James?” you pressed.
“Because I didn’t want you to know who I was.”
“I know who you are,” you informed him. “I always knew.”
He swallowed as the pit formed in his gut, glancing away to hide from your gaze. “You did a good job of… of pretending you didn’t. You never seemed scared of me.”
“Because I wasn’t. And I’m not.”
He couldn’t imagine how; but then again, if there was any truly fearless woman, he figured it would be you. “I thought you’d beat me up better if you knew what I’d done,” he admitted, almost smiling but not exactly feeling very happy. “Thought you might want… revenge.”
“Surprised that didn’t make you want to tell me.”
He laughed a bit at that. “Yeah, fair enough.”
You asked him a very different question next, one that made his throat suddenly dry: "Have you ever had something that was all your own?" you spoke gently.
"Not for a long time…" he trailed off, letting his eyes unfocus as he stared down at your floor before finding the courage to look up at you again. “Is that what you wanna be?” he asked, already wishing he hadn’t said anything in case it was too presumptuous, but you just smiled back at him in a shy sort of way.
“Something like that,” you mitigated.
His eyes darted around your face— from your eyes glancing away, to your lips that you gnawed on for a moment, to the little crease between your brows— and he found himself leaning forward before he even realized it. “Can I kiss you?” he asked quietly.
You didn’t answer, you just kissed him first; he was so relieved that you did it, too, that you took control so easily and just let him melt into your kiss. As good as it felt to submit to you, he enjoyed the new freedom he had in this moment as well— the freedom to reach up and grab your waist, to brush his hand over your hair, to tilt his head and deepen the kiss further.
It was hard to define exactly where it went from innocent to sensual to sexual, but by the time you were straddling his lap and running your fingers through his hair, it was definitely sexual.
“I want you,” you breathed against his lips.
“Have me,” he offered immediately, “I’m yours. Always was.”
He breathed in sharply when you moved your hips just right to rub up against his swelling cock through his jeans, making him grip your waist a bit harder. “Good boy,” you whispered. “You’re so good, James.”
He believed you this time, finally.
For your first real date, he took you to Coney Island. Not the classiest affair, and he promised to take you somewhere really nice next, but you didn’t mind. It was jarring to see you in casual clothes for the first time, something summer-y and light which was everything opposite to how he was used to seeing you; but he liked it, and he liked knowing a secret about you as you walked through a crowd of carnival-goers that were none the wiser.
He walked you through the fair and explained how he remembered it, showed you the few things that hadn’t changed much. He bought you a hot dog and even won you a prize at one of the games; that one where you throw a baseball and it measures your pitch speed? Yeah, it’s rigged, but he pitched lefty and it seemed to even everything out. (It’s not cheating, okay? It’s beating them at their own game, literally.)
So with a massive teddy under one arm and his waist wrapped in your other, you two walked through the winding pier, under twinkling lights and over walkways towering over the ocean below. And then you fooled around a bit on the ferris wheel. It was the ideal Coney Island experience, for sure.
Bucky didn’t have a ton of friends, per se, but he was excited for you to meet them. Meeting friends was certainly a step, though; hopefully a step you were willing to take, but he didn’t want to ask you to do it without at least having a title to introduce you with.
“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he finally told you.
“I kinda thought I already was,” you laughed.
And so, with more pride than he might have ever had for anything before, Bucky finally got to take you to meet everyone (‘everyone’ being a mix of his friends and his coworkers, who may or may not be his friends because he couldn’t always tell) and say “I want you guys to meet my girlfriend.”
Of course you were amazing with all of them; you continued that tactful “I know who you are but I’m pretending I don’t to be nice” thing that you’d started with him, and everyone seemed to appreciate it. You cracked a couple jokes, everyone laughed.
You lied about how you and Bucky met, or at least answered very strategically. Everyone at least pretended to believe you.
Afterwards, they all said something about how great you were or about how lucky he was. The only thing he ever said back was “I know.”
Now that he could kiss you without breaking any rules, he never wanted to stop. He hardly ever did, actually. He kissed you basically whenever he could get the chance; you two didn’t even go out much anymore because he wasn’t very good at keeping his hands to himself, but you weren’t exactly complaining about staying in. You were too busy kissing him back, and teasing him mercilessly while you were at it, to do that.
You had already found the fastest way to get him needy and begging, not that any way took very long. If you kissed him while you straddled his lap, wrapping your arms around him and slowly grinding against him, he lost it in minutes. And you really seemed to get a kick out of watching him lose it, just as much as always.
It made him realize that the way you looked at him before, in sessions and scenes together, was a lot less of an act than he’d assumed at the time. He just thought you were a really good actress, or that he was really whipped; and maybe the first was true, and the second was absolutely true, but regardless it had become clear that you had it almost as bad as he did from the beginning. It gave him even more respect for how well you controlled yourself, he certainly hadn’t had much self-control at the time— after all the whole ordeal was about losing control, and occasionally about trying to gain it back.
He didn’t ask you to quit your job. He didn’t want or expect you to; but you did cut down your hours, which gave the two of you more time together.
To be totally honest, part of him got a bit titillated to imagine you with your other clients. He didn’t like the idea of other men touching you, but he smirked at the thought of them begging to touch you and being denied; he liked knowing that you didn’t do with them even half of the stuff you’d done with him when he was your client.
But he wasn’t your client anymore. He was your boyfriend, and he wanted the world to know it.
six months later...
He let you struggle to reach the top shelf for a moment, just because you looked cute on your tip-toes with the tip of your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth, before he finally relented and helped you grab the bottle of rice wine vinegar.
“Thanks,” you smiled as he set it in the cart.
After that you let him grab everything, content to stand on the end of the cart and push you around as you reminded him what else you needed.
“We’re out of Captain Crunch!” you remembered as he passed the cereal aisle, pointing to try to get him to turn.
“Yes, and we need to stay that way,” Bucky explained sternly, “that shit is addictive. Only way to avoid it is to not have it in the house.”
You frowned but accepted that he was absolutely right, though you groaned when he took you to the refrigerated section to stock up on chicken breasts. “I swear, you would eat these for breakfast if you didn’t think I’d judge you for it,” you joked.
“What’s wrong with chicken breasts?”
“They’re just so… bland!”
“Not if you season them right,” he corrected.
“Which you don’t,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on, at least splurge on some chicken thighs. They’re basically the same but so much more flavorful.”
“Fine, but no more making fun of my cooking,” Bucky decided, placing the breasts back on the shelf and grabbing two packs of thighs instead. “I’m still adapting to 21st century sensibilities.”
“Right,” you nodded, though he caught your smile in the corner of his eye— you knew he couldn’t exactly claim to still be as conservative as he was raised to be in every way.
Like any well-planned grocery run, it ended at the frozen section where you got some fruit bars and frozen vegetables (you had this theory that frozen vegetables tasted better in fried rice than fresh ones, and so far you’d proven him right) and he got a pizza to have for dinner in a pinch. When shopping alone before, he always did self-checkout to avoid being seen anymore than he had to… he still did it with you, but he didn’t even think about who might be looking at him, because all he saw was you.
You drove for this trip, and he always felt oddly soothed by riding passenger with you at the wheel. He liked to close his eyes and lean back a bit, or occasionally look over at you (but if he did it too much you complained that he was being creepy and distracting you). It shouldn’t be too much of a surprise that he enjoyed the feeling of you taking control, considering everything, but it was one of those little ways that he hadn’t expected. He just felt so comfortable, so safe with you, and never he felt like he was a burden for asking you to take the lead when he didn’t trust himself with it. And that applied to everything— driving, cooking, speaking up in crowds, all those little things that sometimes made him anxious.
There were some things he didn’t have any trouble being dominant about, though. He was very protective of you, for example, and tended to be uptight about how late you went out for walks or where you should be going alone. And he didn’t struggle to ask you for what he wanted— he was getting a lot better at asking for help, specifically.
He used to ask you to say that you loved him, instead of just saying ‘I love you’ himself, because for some reason it was easier to make you do it first. It started as something he’d beg for in the throes of passion, fingers digging into your skin as his eyes watered (as they often did in intimate moments): please, say you love me— jus’ need to hear you say it, please? And you were always sweet about it in return, of course I love you, James, my good boy, I love you so so much. But then he’d ask you to say it whenever he felt like it— he’d come up behind you while you were reading or cooking or something and kiss the top of your head or the shell of your ear and try to act nonchalant as he asked you love me, right?
You’d laugh and roll your eyes before you answered, but it was, thankfully, always a ‘yes.’ Eventually you figured out how often you needed to say it to make him stop asking all the time, which was probably a little too often.
“I love you,” you blurted out randomly as you turned on your signal and leaned a bit to make sure it was safe to make a left— case in point.
“I love you too,” he answered back with a smile.
“I don’t mind saying it so often,” you added, “but you know that I love you even when I’m not saying it, right? I love you all the time.”
It was a simple question, probably mostly rhetorical, but it hit him harder than he expected. “Yeah, I know,” he managed to get out evenly enough that you didn’t notice he was tearing up a bit.
He put the groceries away while you took the trash out; you liked to keep the fridge pretty organized, and it was an adjustment at first, but by now Bucky had it down pat. Before you, he hadn’t even considered that the contents of a refrigerator could be aesthetically pleasing.
Dinner was leftovers in front of the TV— you two were almost done with Frasier, but after that you had ten seasons of Friends to get through. You had tried to encourage him to watch more challenging stuff— you know, True Detective, Hannibal, dark cerebral stuff with arguably more artistic merit than classic sitcoms— but Bucky had had enough darkness in his life that he didn’t need it in his fiction. Maybe he’d find the time to catch up on the last 80 years of dramas and murder mysteries after he caught up on the last 80 years of comedy.
After dinner you were going to do yoga and Bucky, not in the mood to embarrass himself with that, retired to the bedroom a bit early to read his book— he’d heard a lot about this Harry Potter guy and now that he was on the fourth book and could hardly put it down, he understood the hype. He related a bit to the unwilling war hero in its protagonist; most of the time the series enthralled him, but occasionally something would hit too deep and he’d have to put it away for a couple days. At the moment, though, he was in one of the easy parts where it was just about schoolwork and childhood antics.
He instinctively glanced at the door when he heard you open it— he wasn’t sure how long it had been time-wise, but he’d gotten through quite a few pages— but he only quickly looked up at you as you shut the door behind you, before returning his attention to the book he was reading. “So, Bucky…” you began.
“Yeah?” he mumbled.
“James.”
It wasn’t any one thing that got his attention— not just the tone of your voice or the way it got a bit deeper, not just the look you gave him, not just the way the air of the room seemed to shift all at once. It was everything about you that made his body react instantly. He shut the book and set it aside, sitting up straight to look at you expectantly.
And you seemed to notice his instinctual obedience, considering you just barely smirked at him, raising an eyebrow as he spoke his reply: “Yes, Mistress?”
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Oasis-Chic Living - Outdoor Wicker Living Set with 18 Objects
This set has been in the making for a long time. It was originally supposed to be started when I did the speed mesh of the Wicker Throne chair, but couldn't get inspired for the other items. That finally changed and I came up with a design I loved, and wanted to make. So here it is, and I feel i need to make more wicker furniture now.
What you need to know:
The seating doesn't have patted backs as it is designed to be used with the pillows. You need to freely place the pillows using 1/4 tile placement (crtl+F) and free movement off the grid (hold alt) to make that easier.
the lounger is slightly higher then standard so i had to adjust the rigging height. When sims get off and stand momentarily, they may float, but once they walk away they will return to the ground.
the heat lamp actually warms sims up
the brazier is a fireplace so you can't sit around it like the Maxis fire pits
Updates:
The Build/Buy items feature:
basegame compatibility
non-default
18 meshes in total with between 4 and 40 colour/style options:
find items easily using phrase "Oasis-Chic Living" in search bar (try this tutorial to easily find my sets)
style (found under "patio" tag) and colour filter compatible
custom thumbnails
Pricing and polycount as follows:
Sofa ($465, 1688 polys)
Loveseat ($370, 1580 polys)
Armchair ($320, 1324 polys)
Wicker Throne ($525, 2185 polys)*
Pouffe ($175, 735 polys)
Lounger ($450, 1284 polys)
Side Table ($95, 738 polys)
Round Coffee Table ($215, 1150 polys)
Alocasia ($195, 2156 polys)*
Vriesia ($80, 890 polys)
Fern ($120, 594 polys)
Cordyline ($175, 1043 polys)
Square Pillow ($32, 240 polys)
Oblong Pillow ($32, 194 polys)
Tabletop Fire pit ($135, 400 polys)
Heatlamp ($280, 1014 polys)
Brazier ($600, 1281 polys)
Pergola ($1500, 1218 polys)
*This content is considered high poly so use in moderation, or if you don't think your computer can handle it, best to take these items out.
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There are 2 download links, one for a merged package, and another with all packages separate within a folder in a RAR archive. To install, extract the archive using WINZip/WinRAR/7Zip/Unarchiver and place the folder or package files in your mods folder, then look for them in your game. If you are having issues check out my Installing Content help page.
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HIYA CHILLAY buckle up this is gonna be long ok basically. yesterday was election day. the 2 main presidential candidates are the son of a dictator and a woman who is Not the child of a dictator (lol ill explain more later)
the dictator implemented martial law back in the 70s and ruled for like 2 or 3 decades, stole BILLIONS worth of dollars and left our country in debt. in 1986 there was a peaceful revolution called EDSA People Power (u can google that) and then he was exiled to hawaii and then he died there i think. his son, whos running for pres now, had every opportunity to pay back all the debt but hasnt, paid people to attend his campaign rallies, and is rly just a bad person all around woohoo (also he didnt even go to college LL)
the other candidate is a human rights lawyer, and is also currently vice president. she's a critic of our incumbent president and early into her term she was removed from some cabinet positions solely cause she spoke up against him. even if she had limited funds and resources, the office of the vp was able to accomplish a LOT esp in the pandemic. soo yes
now the whole other thing is that our elections in general are a shitshow, son-of-a-dictator basically rigged the whole thing (like there are ballots prepared so that they enter as votes for him no matter what u put) AND. AND. 2000+ vote counting machines across the country have been sabotaged, or at any rate are not working, so there are ppl who lined up for literal hours to vote and then it turned out the machine was broken 💀 so mainly they were told to leave their ballots w staff to be entered as soon as the machines were fixed, obviously presenting a big chance to invalidate the ballots if a certain candidate isnt on it.
theres also video evidence of ppl being paid to vote for the son-of-the-dictator, and despite the evidence our comission of elections has done nOTHINGG to stop it also a lot of the people in comelec (comission of elections) are very close to son-of-a-dictator and/or are being bribed
ALSO son-of-a-dictator is alr acting like he won even tho the vote counting isnt done yet 💀
according to the official vote count son-of-a-dictator is leading by like. 10mil votes? which doesnt even make sense when u compare the number of votes from our previous elections to the ones now. also the 'official' vote count supposedly coming from comelec is actually from an unknown source, so most likely not real. people have volunteered to manually encode the ballots to make sure that the votes are fair.
and thats just the presidential elections; in our senatorial elections the candidate leading is a fOCKEN ACTOR with zERO political experience
its basically a shitshow circus and my only hope rn is the manual vote processing cause i highkey dont want son-of-a-dictator to win shahsfiew
also if u want to know more if ever u can search here on tumbl 'halalan2022' (thats filipino for elections2022) ppl have made a bunch of posts explaining it ahsufew
im. okay. holy fuck. thats. wh. okay. okay. wait a second. okay. holy fuck yes i think i will search up the halalan2022 tag this sounds infernal in the original sense of the word
#chillianswers#godDAMN i fucking hate rich entitled people#god#i hope a miracle happens this sounds. yeah
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Heal Me, Kill Me Ch.5 (Final Chapter)
Pairing— Kim Taehyung x female reader
Genre— Vampire!Taehyung x Vampire Hunter!reader, SMUT +18, angst
Warnings— Unprotected explicit sex, fingering, blood mentions, death, oral (f and m receiving), creampie, overstimulation
Word Count— 6.3k
Summary— You’re one of the best vampire hunters in the world. That’s to be expected when your parents are the best of the best. Your life had solely revolved around ruthlessly killing vampires, making you a cold blooded machine. However, things take a turn once you meet Kim Taehyung, your latest target.
A/N— Huge shoutout to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner! Thank you to everyone who has given this series a read. It’s very special to me and it’s bittersweet that it’s now over. Please let me know what you guys think!
“Let me get this straight, the VEC HQ is completely gone? Wiped out?” you questioned as you tried to grasp the situation.
“Apparently they were hit with a massive ambush. A huge horde of vampires led under a single commander, it seemed like. I got a call during the middle of the raid. All I could hear were screams and the caller’s laugh. I was given a time and place for a meet up,” Yoongi explained further.
“Perfect, let’s go burn the sons of bitches,” Jungkook got up energetically.
“There are only four of us,” Taehyung observed with a judgmental glance towards the young man.
“There are only THREE VEC members left. The only reason you’re still alive is because ___ insisted on it. Mark my words, one slip up, and you’re dead. Got that?” Yoongi corrected him. Taehyung solemnly nodded.
“So, what do we do? HQ is gone, but surely we can contact the other agencies around the globe,” you suggested.
“Already tried that. They saved the best for last. There is no one we can ask for help,” Jungkook shook his head.
“I can go. Alone, I mean. To the rendezvous point you were given,” Taehyung offered.
“And do what? Join forces with them?” Yoongi glared.
“An attempt at diplomacy would be ideal. Should they choose violence, then so be it. If I die, I die. But at least you will be safe,” Taehyung looked at you while he said that last sentence.
“Sounds good to me--”
“Absolutely not,” you interrupted Yoongi, “If we really are the last people qualified as vampire hunters, I say we go down swinging. I can’t just sit by knowing there are murderous vampires on the loose. We all took an oath to protect mankind. I intend to keep that oath.”
Yoongi and Jungkook exchanged looks. Jungkook was all for it, eager to let out his rage. It took a bit more to convince Yoongi, but he reluctantly agreed. He really took to heart what you said about the VEC oath.
“Here are the coordinates I was given. We have three days to get there,” Yoongi brought up the site on Google Earth.
“What the hell? That looks like an abandoned castle. That’s kind of badass. Major Castlevania vibes,” Jungkook gawked as he zoomed in closer.
“I know this place,” Taehyung said quietly.
“You do?” the remaining VEC members asked in unison.
“I believe so. And if who I think is involved truly is involved...I fear we may be in deeper trouble than I thought,” he said ominously.
“Fuckin terrific,” Yoongi grumbled.
“Thank god Yoongi brought the private jet over here,” you sighed as you watched the trees below you grow smaller and smaller.
“Thank god I have the credit card for the VEC funds. I would be remiss if we lost all that money,” Yoongi called back using the intercom.
“Flying via private jet is probably one of my favorite parts of the job. Hey, you good over there, Fangs?” Jungkook coined a nickname for his new vampire acquaintance.
You looked over to see Taehyung’s face paler than usual as he tightly gripped the armrests of his seat. He slowly looked over towards the pair of you and nodded, though he was clearly lying. You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. His fear of flying was adorable, who would’ve known that an undead creature could be scared of planes?
“I’m gonna go join Yoongi in the cockpit, I love the view from there,” Jungkook said to no one in particular as he stood up once cruising altitude was reached.
You unbuckled your seat belt and went over to comfort Taehyung, who looked queasier by the minute. You handed him a bottle of water.
“Sorry, we don’t have any blood bags on the plane,” you joked.
“I appreciate the gesture, darling,” Taehyung meekly smiled.
“I didn’t know you were scared of flying,” you said with an amused grin.
“I’ve never been a fan. People traveling in the air? It’s just not natural,” Taehyung shook his head in distaste.
“I don’t think you’re one to talk about what’s natural, but I get that. I wish there was a way I could get you to unwind. We have quite a long way to go before we reach our destination,” you straddled his lap and ran your fingers through his hair, “I can get off if you feel like you need to puke,” you quickly added.
“No, I think a distraction is exactly what I need,” Taehyung’s eyes darkened as he unbuckled his seat belt and gripped your hips.
Your hips began to move on their own as they grinded against him. You could feel his clothed erection growing under you, which only spurred you on more. Taehyung leaned forward to kiss you, and accidentally bit your lip in his excitement. He quickly lapped up the small dribble of blood that surfaced, and that alone seemed to make him more ravenous. Taehyung started to guide your hips, pushing you harder and faster against him.
“You want me?” Taehyung exhaled against your lips.
“I need you. Take off your pants, Tae,” you instructed as you climbed off of him.
“The others won’t intrude?” Tae asked with a smirk as he tugged down his pants.
“Yoongi is flying the jet, and I don’t give a fuck if Jungkook walks in on us,” you answered as you sank to your knees.
You wasted no time in taking a firm hold of Taehyung cock. Your now ice cold hand caused Taehyung to shudder, a feeling he would now have to get used to. Luckily, the friction from your quick pumping warmed him back up, and he was able to fully enjoy himself. How could he not, when he sees your eager eyes gazing up at him with your lips wrapped around his tip. Your tongue swirled around his sensitive head, making a small moan escape from his lips.
“You have to be quiet, or else I’ll stop,” you warned him. It felt good to hold somewhat of a dominant position over him, but also you would rather not be walked in on. Taehyung nodded his head and licked his lips as you returned to the task at hand.
Drool dripped down his long cock as you bobbed your head up and down. You tried to fit as much of him in your mouth as you could, but his sheer size made it damn near impossible. Taehyung couldn’t help himself as he grabbed the back of your head and shoved his dick further down your throat. You gagged as he took control of your mouth, but he stopped as soon as he saw tears welling in your eyes.
“I’m sorry darling, did I hurt you?” he asked with concern as he stroked your cheek.
“I’m fine, it’s an involuntary reaction. You’re too sweet,” you smiled as you stood up and unbuttoned your pants, “But since you made me cry I guess it’s only fair for you to make it up to me.”
You straddled over Taehyung, teasing your bare pussy over his hard cock. You wanted him to feel how wet you were before he even penetrated you. As much as you wanted to milk this moment, you really would rather for Jungkook to NOT walk in on you in the middle of getting down and dirty.
You slowly lowered yourself onto Taehyung’s dick, softly gasping as he stretched you out. You both let out a blissful sigh once you reached his base. You took your time fucking him slowly, as this was one of the few times that you had control in an intimate setting. Taehyung gripped your hips harshly; his eyes begged for you to go faster. Lust took over and you gave in. You began to ride him harder and faster, and soon it was a struggle for both of you to stay quiet.
Lewd wet sounds echoed around the cabin as you hid your face in the crook of Taehyung's neck at a poor attempt to muffle your moans. Taehyung in turn could barely hold back his deep grunts since he took control with a tight grip on your ass as he fucked upwards into you. With Taehyung drilling into your sweet spot with inhumane speed, the intensity made you clamp down on his neck hard enough to draw blood. Taehyung came quickly after you bit him, releasing his load into your ravaged pussy.
You licked at his wound, his blood only adding to the euphoria pulsing around your body. Taehyung kissed you passionately before you hopped off in search of napkins to clean yourself off with. The sound of the cockpit door opening sent you and Taehyung into a frenzy. Clothes were put back on in record time and you both were sitting properly in your respective seats when Jungkook came to rejoin you.
“You’re looking better, Fangs,” Jungkook observed.
“I just needed some time to adjust,” Taehyung said smoothly.
“You guys know we have cameras and microphones rigged around this cabin right? And it’s all viewable from the cockpit?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
Taehyung’s eyes grew large and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Neither of you could make eye contact with Jungkook, who was looking at both of you expectantly.
“This is why I do not appreciate modern technology. Personal privacy is a thing of the past,” Taehyung confessed.
Jungkook burst out into a fit of laughter, clutching at his sides as he tried to talk.
“I was fucking with you. I mean yeah there are cameras and shit but security is in the back and gets sent directly to HQ. Which no longer exists. Fuck, you guys are so horny,” Jungkook laughed.
“Fuck off Jungkook,” you rolled your eyes and turned away to hide your reddened cheeks.
“How’s it feel being part of the Mile High Club?” Jungkook slung his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders from behind.
“I am assuming that has something to do with intercourse in the sky?” Taehyung questioned. Jungkook nodded excitedly.
“In that case, I rather enjoyed it,” Taehyungn concluded thoughtfully.
“Tae! You don’t have to indulge this idiot,” you cried out.
“Thanks for being honest. Yoongi and I made a bet. He’s gonna be so pissed,” Jungkook sing songed as he walked back towards the cockpit.
You and Taehyung quietly listened as you heard Jungkook say, “Hey Yoongi, time to cough up that $200!”
“Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell ___! God dammit,” Yoongi exclaimed loud enough to be heard clearly through the door (and with your heightened sense of hearing).
The decrepit castle basked in the pale moonlight as the four of you peered at it through the bushes. The rest of the plane ride was awkward and Yoongi hadn’t been able to make eye contact with you since. He kept shooting death glares at Taehyung while Jungkook kept making funny faces at the both of you. You sighed knowing odds were that the castle was filled with bloodthirsty vampires guarding the strongest one of them all, and the only ones going up against them was your ragtag team. You suddenly made peace with dying...again.
“So what’s the plan again?” Jungkook asked.
“I can go and try to reason with them. If you hear the sounds of an altercation then that would indicate your cue to join the fight,” Taehyung offered.
“I’m not risking you turning over to their side just to screw us over,” Yoongi sneered.
“Yoongi he wouldn’t--”
“That’s reasonable. What other plan do we have then?” Taehyung interrupted your oncoming protest.
“We go all at once. A cool final last stand thing. The grand finale. I don’t want to go into hiding and spend the rest of my life trying to pick these suckers off one by one. They’re all here. Or at least, the one that matters most anyway,” Jungkook gave his input, “Oh, but you matter to me, Fangs,” he shot a smile at Taehyung, who gave him a small polite bow to show his gratitude.
“So we go in guns blazing?” you asked to sum up the plan. The men all nodded in agreement. It was now or never. Jungkook was right, this was a prime opportunity to take out the ring leader.
All of you sported long black trench coats that concealed many weapons. Guns with blessed bullets, blessed blades, and water guns filled with holy water (Jungkook’s favorite) were among the vast assortment. You subtly left out wearing crucifixes as you normally would, hoping that no one would notice. Taehyung didn’t need any fancy weaponry, but Jungkook gave him a coat so that he could “match the team in its kickassery”.
Yoongi was staring at something in his hand away from the others. You approached him slowly. You didn’t know what to say to him on the potential last night of your lives, but you hoped something would come to mind.
“Whatcha got there?” you questioned, peering over his shoulder.
“An old picture. Have you ever seen this before? Here,” Yoongi handed you the picture. It was old, and the camera quality was not the greatest. However, you were able to make out a smiling Yoongi off to the side.
“Wow you look the same,” you joked.
“This was my VEC graduation picture. See anyone else you know?” he asked. You examined the picture a second time.
“Mom and dad…” you trailed off. They were practically strangers to you. It was odd seeing them like this; young and happy, not knowing their grim future. Before you knew it, you were crying. You didn’t realize it until Yoongi called your name with concern.
“Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on,” you apologized while wiping your tears away, “I guess I just don’t want to lose you too.
“I couldn’t bear to lose you either, ___. I promise I’ll do everything I can to protect you. But knowing you, you’ll probably be the one saving my old ass,” Yoongi chuckled as he patted you on the back.
“Guys! We gotta go!” Jungkook beckoned.
If this were a movie, the scene where the main characters walk in slow motion like badasses towards the enemy would be playing. However, this was not a movie, and you were scared shitless. Sure, you technically were a vampire now, but that won’t stop them from killing you again.
“I know I said this place was cool before, but now it’s giving me the creeps,” Jungkook whispered as you all followed the rugged path that led to the stone bridge in front of the main gate.
The once grand door was now ripped off its hinges, laying a few yards away from the entryway as if it was carelessly cast aside. You took a deep breath as you followed Taehyung into the castle. Beams of moonlight illuminated the castle in rays as it shone through cracks and holes in the walls. The castle was oddly bare, most of its belongings were probably looted a long time ago. All that was left was memories of the past that no one cared about and a few rats that have lived there for decades.
Your party made it to what must have been the throne room. There was not a single sign of life. It was eerily quiet, and the only movements you saw were those of the vermin that dwelled within the decaying walls. The throne room was dark, and Jungkook led the way with a single lighter.
“What the hell? Is this place really empty--”
“Welcome, honored guests!” a loud voice boomed as braziers suddenly lit up the room.
You cowered at the sudden brightness. Once your eyes adjusted, you saw a single figure sitting in the throne at the front of the room. One of his legs was slung over an armrest as he rested his chin on his hand over the other. He depicted a spitting image of a cocky King drunk on power.
“I’m so thrilled you all could join me this evening. Oh, what’s this? An old friend? How serendipitous,” he sat up straight now as he leaned forward to get a better look at his visitors.
“Why did you summon us here?” Yoongi cut right to the chase.
“Very blunt and straight to the point are we? You must be the failed VEC’s headmaster. Min Yoongi, was it? I wanted to talk business. But I must say, this is a rather odd bunch you have here,” the man chuckled, “Are you aware that there are vampyres amongst your company?”
“Yes, this one--wait, vampires? With an ‘s’?” Yoongi’s face scrunched up in confusion.
“Oh yes, that girl over there,” the strange man gestured towards you with his chin.
“What?!” Yoongi yelled with incredulity, “Taehyung, if we get out of here alive I’m gonna murder you myself!”
“It was my decision! I asked him to do it!” you admitted while jumping in front of Taehyung to protect him from a furious Min Yoongi.
“Hah, I knew it,” Jungkook said with a devious grin.
“You know what? I’ll beat all of your asses after this,” Yoongi hissed before turning his attention back to the man on the throne, “Anyway, what do you want?”
“I simply wanted to negotiate with you Mr. Min. But I believe we’re all in for a rather interesting night,” the man licked his lips, “Tell me, how long has it been, Taehyung?”
In an instant, Taehyung was strangling the man on the throne. He was so fast that you didn’t even register his movement until you heard him yelling.
“You bastard! You ruined my life! Over and over again! Now I can finally kill you with my own hands,” he growled with a murderous look in his eyes that you have never seen before.
“Taehyung stop! You’ll have your chance with him, but for now we need answers,” you pulled Taehyung away as Jungkook put the vampire in blessed restraints.
“Ouch, that hurts,” the vampire pouted, “Still just as dramatic as ever I see, Taehyung. I like your spark though. Almost the same as the night we met, all those years ago.”
“I will kill you,” Taehyung threatened.
“What did this guy do to you, Fangs?” Jungkook asked.
“He’s the one that turned me,” Taehyung admitted.
“Can you believe that? It feels like it was just yesterday when I slaughtered your little village. How silly was it that all the men were in the tavern, drinking and fucking whores while their families were left unattended. That didn’t sit right by me, I’m a man of morals. So I killed everyone in the tavern after I had my fill of lonely housewives and innocent children. Except Taehyung. He was the only man who was ever able to put a scratch on me. I forgot I could even bleed, it was honestly a refreshing sight. In the spur of the moment, I rewarded him with eternal life. Could you believe my surprise when he said he didn’t want to be my henchman?” the detained vampire explained.
“You killed my family and everyone that I knew! Of course I wouldn’t want to be your stupid sidekick, you daft idiot,” Taehyung rebuttled in disgust.
“It was a shame. Poor sweet Maggie didn’t deserve what happened to her,” the vampire looked down at the ground somberly.
“You...you did what?” Taehyung interrogated with a shaky voice.
“I managed to catch a glimpse of you and your happy life in London. Excuse me for being a little petty about you declining my offer to be my travel buddy. I get lonely, you know. Every other vampire I turn becomes such a drag and I end up killing them myself. So I gave a little tip to the VEC and the rest is history,” the vampire shrugged.
“Hoseok you snake! You’re the scum of the Earth! I’ll tear your throat out,” Taehyung screamed as he shook off Jungkook and lunged at the captured vampire. Taehyung slashed a giant gash in the middle of Hoseok’s chest, spewing blood everywhere.
“If I die, so do they,” Hoseok said nonchalantly as Taehyung was about to sink his fangs into his jugular. That made Taehyung reluctantly pause and shrink back.
“Taehyung, you can have the honor of killing this piece of shit after I’m done talking to him,” Yoongi stated, “Your name is Hoseok?”
“Jung Hoseok, at your service. I’m thinking of J-Hope as a street name if I decide to make my dancing skills public. Not to brag, but I’m also the strongest vampire to ever live. I normally don’t bleed this much, it’s embarrassing,” Hoseok looked away bashfully as blood flowed freely from his chest.
“Why did you say that if you die we die?” Yoongi asked with urgency.
“Well because there are roughly 100 vampires who haven’t fed in a month waiting at my command. My dominion over them is the only thing keeping you safe. With me gone, they’ll be free from their invisible leashes,” Hoseok smiled.
“Nothing is stopping us from dragging your sorry ass away from here,” Jungkook snarled.
“You think they’ll idly sit by and watch their master be whisked away in shackles? I can tell who wasn’t top of their class,” Hoseok giggled.
“What was the deal you had in mind?” Yoongi kept up his stoic act.
“Total immunity. I’ll even have all 100 henchmen kill themselves as a show of good faith,” Hoseok flashed a sly smile.
“No can do, I already promised Taehyung he could kill you,” Yoongi sighed.
“Is he part of the VEC? The deal would have to last for the rest of eternity between me and the VEC. If I die in a vampire fight then that’s on me,” Hoseok tilted his head in confusion.
“Give me a minute to discuss this with my colleagues,” Yoongi said before leading you and Jungkook to the opposite side of the room, “What do we do? His offer seems too good to be true.”
“It seems fair since he said he’d kill off his henchman on his own. I’m sure Taehyung can kick his ass,” Jungkook added.
“And if Tae loses? Then we have nothing that’ll stop him from killing us. It’s too risky. I don’t trust him one bit,” you concluded.
“We can’t possibly win against him plus 100 starving vampires. We’ll be dead meat in seconds,” Yoongi argued.
Meanwhile, Taehyung looked down in disgust at Hoseok as they had their own conversation.
“I think we were fated to be together. I never thought you’d be here,” Hoseok batted his eyes at Taehyung.
“You’re lucky they’re here to stop me. Otherwise you’d regret letting me live,” Taehyung snapped.
“So why are you here? I’m guessing it has something to do with that girl. Don’t tell me, did you turn her?” Hoseok’s eyes grew large, “Wow, you’ve grown stronger than I could have hoped! If we combine our powers we can rule this world.”
“You’re delusional if you think I’d join you after all of this.”
“Then I’ll enjoy tearing apart your plaything in front of your eyes,” Hoseok smirked.
“If you lay a finger on her then I’ll--”
“We’ll accept your terms after a few more clarifications,” Yoongi interrupted, “First of all, we don’t think we can trust you. After all, you wiped out the VEC HQ. I have no doubt that the global branches have fallen as well. There’s nothing stopping you from killing us as soon as we let you free.”
“We both know that you never would have agreed to meet with me if I hadn’t done anything drastic. I needed to get rid of the grunts to get to the King, simple as that. Believe me, if I wanted you dead you all would have been slain the moment your fancy plane landed,” Hoseok shrugged.
“Then why did you let us live? Why go through the trouble?” Jungkook questioned.
“For the drama of it all, dear boy. When you get to be as old as I am, living gets boring. I’m not sure if you could tell, but I live for theatrics and thrill. Oh and I’m planning on taking over the world or whatever,” Hoseok admitted happily.
“And you think we’d let you get away with that?” Yoongi scoffed.
“I’m simply offering you a little peace offering. Of course I wouldn’t hurt you three, and you’re all welcome to kill any vampires that come across your path. It’s more of a mutual immunity actually. This benefits you people more than me. If you disagree, you’re dead anyway,” Hoseok smiled wide enough to show off his fangs.
“Fine. The VEC accepts your terms. You have my word that the VEC will never harm you,” Yoongi declared, “But first, we must see your troops fall with our own eyes.”
“Pleasure doing business with you, I knew you’d be smart. And that’s fair,” Hoseok whistled and the ground began to rumble as an army of vampires came running into the throne room.
The soldiers made orderly lines and awaited their orders. Some of them salivated at the sight of your party, but they didn’t dare move an inch without permission. They were the most ravenous vampires you’ve ever seen, and would want to avoid fighting them at all cost.
“My dear underlings. You have all served me well. You’ll be in my heart as I create a new world. I ask one last thing of you. Rip out your own heart to show your devotion to me. May your souls rest in peace,” Hoseok gave a short uninspiring speech.
You watched in horror as the army chanted “Long Live Hoseok” along with random whoops and hollers. They were extremely lively and hyped up as they plunged their own fists into their chests. Fountains of red erupted across the room as they ripped out their own hearts. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched the last soldier fall.
“That was wild,” Jungkook said with a deer in headlights expression.
“Really makes you feel something huh? A deals a deal,” Hoseok chirped up expectantly.
Hoseok was tackled to the ground as soon as he was released. Taehyung yelled with fury as he reopened the nearly healed gash he inflicted earlier. Hoseok reacted by hurling Taehyung into the opposite wall.
“I haven’t had a real fight in ages. Don’t disappoint me, Taehyung,” Hoseok laughed as he spat out blood.
A rock was hurled at incredible speed from where Taehyung landed. Hoseok was quick enough to dodge the rock, but not Taehyung. Once again, the vampires were on the ground and Taehyung was aiming for Hoseok’s throat. Jungkook shot a blessed bullet into Hoseok’s leg, causing him to howl out in pain.
Hoseok tossed Taehyung aside with newfound strength as his eyes glowed red. He set his sights on Jungkook and his lips curled up into an evil smile.
“You dare to break the contract, boy? I’m gonna make you regret that,” Hoseok warned.
Another blessed bullet lodged itself into Hoseok’s back, making him crumple to the ground. He turned in distress to see you wielding the gun with a cocky smirk plastered on your face. Yoongi kicked him onto his back, and spat in his face. With a quick motion of his arm, a wooden stake peeked out of the opening of his sleeve. With a yell, he plunged the wooden stake into Hoseok’s chest.
“Filthy liars,” Hoseok sputtered as blood dribbled down his chin.
“We agreed that the VEC would never harm you. However, you singlehandedly dismantled the company and the establishment is no more. I was the headmaster, but now I’m just a jobless son of a bitch,” Yoongi said triumphantly as he pushed the stake deeper.
“We did it Yoongles!” you cheered before you heard the sounds of bones breaking. The smile dropped from your face instantly as you zipped over to Yoongi.
“An eye for an eye. Well played, Mr. Min Yoongi,” Hoseok croaked with his hand buried in Yoongi’s chest.
Taehyung quickly decapitated Hoseok with a strong kick. Hoseok’s body turned to dust as his head rolled across the floor for a few seconds before it also reverted to nothingness.
“Yoongi! Yoongi!” you cried as you cradled him in your arms. Warm blood gushed out of his chest as he struggled to keep his eyes open. Jungkook sank to his knees beside you and held onto Yoongi’s hand.
“Taehyung, go start up the jet! We have to get him to a hospital!” you demanded with tears running down your cheeks.
“He doesn’t know how to,” Jungkook said softly, trying to comfort you.
“We have to help him!” you sobbed.
“___,” Yoongi whispered weakly.
“Shhh, you’ll be okay. Don’t speak,” you begged.
“Love...you...Be...happy…,” Yoongi rasped before gagging on his own blood.
You and Jungkook cried over Yoongi’s body for a long time after it had gone cold. Jungkook held you as you cried into his chest as you soiled his clothes with tears and snot. To be fair, his tears and snot ended up all over your hair. Taehyung wanted to comfort you, but he knew Jungkook was a better fit for this job. Afterall, Yoongi was special to both of you. He was the parent neither of you had, and always took care of you guys in his own special way.
After the sobs subsided, you and Jungkook stared blankly at the body before you. You’ve always been surrounded by death, it never bothered you. You didn’t need emotions in this line of work. You never thought you could feel pain like this.
“He was a hero. I’m sorry for your loss,” Taehyung finally spoke as he placed a hand on both of your shoulders to show his condolences.
“Thanks, Tae.”
“Thanks, Fangs,” both you and Jungkook said in unison.
Yoongi was buried outside of the castle, in the clearing where the private jet landed. There were no fancy rituals or blessings. Only a few words of gratitude uttered by both you and Jungkook. It was still too soon to say much more before either of you would start crying again. The feelings were there, and that’s all that mattered.
The sun began to rise as the three of you sat inside the private jet in silence. You were lost. The VEC was truly no more. The biggest vampire threat (that you weren’t even aware of until a few days prior) was defeated. Now what?
“What are you going to do now?” you asked Jungkook.
“No clue. I guess I’ll travel. I have nothing else to do,” he shrugged, “What about you guys?”
“I think I want to open up a flower shop,” you said absentmindedly.
“A flower shop? Like the one Yoongi set up for you?” Jungkook was confused.
“Yeah. I can either try to make that one work or start up my own elsewhere. I don’t know. I just think that would...make me happy,” you answered softly.
“Would you like some help with that?” Taehyung asked as he interlocked his fingers with yours.
“Who else is gonna teach me how to make such beautiful bouquets? Plus I don’t have a green thumb so I’ll need you to help keep the plants alive until we can sell them,” you answered and squeezed Taehyung’s hand.
“It’ll suck now that we don’t have a job but--wait,” Jungkook scrolled on his phone, “___, check your bank account.”
You stared in disbelief at the obscene amount of extra zeros that had magically appeared in your balance. Yoongi must have transferred what was left of the VEC funds to you and Jungkook at some point. Thinking about Yoongi looking out for you one final time made you tear up again.
“I’ll drop you guys off wherever you want. I’m assuming neither of you know how to fly so I’m calling dibs on the private jet,” Jungkook stood up.
“Bold of you to assume I don’t have a piloting license, but you can take it since Taehyung hates flying,” you rolled your eyes at Jungkook before continuing, “Tae do you want to go back to your estate?”
“We don’t have to. I like the idea of starting anew,” Taehyung smiled.
“How does Paris sound?” you offered.
“C’est magnifique. I’m sure we’ll find a way to start a successful flower shop there,” Taehyung nodded in agreement.
It had been five years since the VEC was destroyed. You never knew what a normal life was like, but now you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Sure, your new “normal” still technically wasn’t normal since you needed to consume blood to live and the sun was your mortal enemy, but you made it work.
Business was booming. “Min’s Blossoms” was the name of your flower shop, and every day was an adventure. Having Taehyung as your business partner proved to be more beneficial than you thought. Other than his floral expertise, his appearance is what really got the business off the ground. Apparently, rumors of a mysterious and handsome man who worked at a local flower shop were being spread around the city. Women flocked to the store to catch a glimpse of Taehyung, and soon they all started buying flowers just for a chance to talk to him. Taehyung was worried that that might upset you, but you reassured him that you were happy that the store was doing so well so early on.
Now Min’s Blossoms had become part of the Paris landscape along with all the other little fancy boutiques. Taehyung was in charge of putting together orders, while you handled most of the business side. Your teamwork was impeccable and made even the busiest days enjoyable.
“Are you happy?” Taehyung asked one morning while in bed.
“Honestly, I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy,” you rolled over to kiss his forehead.
“Do you ever miss your old life?” he prodded.
“Why so many questions today? As much as I loved brutally murdering monsters and constantly putting my life on the line, I would say no. This life is more pleasant. How ironic is it that I had to die in order to truly live,” you stared off into the distance as you uttered that last sentence.
“My apologies, I only wanted to ask since I know you tend to get pensive during this time of the year,” Taehyung stroked your cheek.
“Thanks for always being so sweet to me. I love you, Tae,” you whisper before leaning in for a kiss.
What started as an innocent kiss soon turned into something more tainted when your hand found its way to Taehyung’s already hard cock (who knew vampires can still get morning wood?). He didn’t let you take the lead as he pushed you flat on your back and pressed his thigh against your cunt. You giggled as he kissed a trail down your neck and over your collarbones as he fondled your breasts. He latched his mouth onto one of your breasts and his tongue swirled around your nipple as his free hand ripped off your panties.
Taehyung’s fingers slipped inside you easily since you were already sopping wet for him. He smirked as the curl of his fingers made you moan and squirm beneath him. Taehyung pulled away from your breast with a satisfying “pop” and slid down to face your bare pussy. He licked shallow stripes along your folds to tease you, and let out a low chuckle when you whined for more. He placed a finger on your clit and started to rub it rapidly, not giving you any time to adjust to the intense sensation. It only took a few seconds before you were moaning and shaking at his touch.
Taehyung wasn’t finished. He went back to eating you out while pumping two fingers inside of you. The overstimulation had you seeing stars. You cried out as you came again, drenching his chin with your juices. Taehyung gave you a satisfactory grin as he rose from between your legs to align his dick with your dripping pussy.
You groaned as he filled you up. He went slow at first, his eyes closed with pleasure. You gazed at him fondly while he fucked you. He was so beautiful even when your cum was on his chin and his sweaty hair was stuck to his forehead. Taehyung opened his eyes and looked down at you with a smile. He leaned forward to kiss you once more as he snapped his hips against you.
“You’re gonna make fun of me for cumming so soon. But I can’t help it when you’re wetter than usual,” he panted as his strokes became sloppier.
“I won’t complain, you already made me cum this morning, now it’s your turn,” you answered between moans. Taehyung grunted as he came inside of you, his hot semen filling you up. He gave you one final kiss before collapsing beside you.
“You know, you never told me how I saved your life,” you said after a while.
“Hmm?” Taehyung hummed.
“You mentioned it the night you turned me,” you clarified.
“Ah, yes. My life had been meaningless for a long time before you came. For a while I was contemplating on ending it myself. But you came along and rescued me. You gave me purpose again,” he explained.
“Wow. Not to be cheesy, but you did the same for me. Honestly my life was mundane before you,” you blushed.
“Surely the best vampire hunter in the world led an exciting life,” Taehyung teased.
“I suppose I did, but I would take a lifetime with you over it any day,” you smiled, “I love you, my little vampire.”
“I love you too, ___. There’s no one else I’d rather spend eternity with.”
Published December 14, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.
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On Three (Spencer Reid x Reader)
You’re strapped to a bomb and Spencer stays with you until they can get it defused.
Pairing: Spencer x Neutral Reader
Words: 5,383
Content: Angst
Warnings: Bombs/explosives
A/N: I know exactly nothing about actually defusing bombs. I did as thorough of a Google search as I could but don’t hold it against me if this isn’t totally accurate.
Masterlist
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This is the last time I ever stop and offer to help someone after I clock out, you think bitterly, cursing the engrained manners you’d been brought up with. Man, if you got the chance, you’d make sure your parents never heard the end of it. Yeah, they had a point – being polite definitely had gotten you somewhere in life, but this is not where you’d ever wanted to end up.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” Shane sighed, tightening the strap on the vest he’d just wrestled onto you. Your vision was still swimming from the hit to the head he’d given you, but fear had you blinking away the blurring and struggling to sit up.
“Then let me go,” you croaked, voice still raw from screaming as he’d dragged you through the halls of the office you both worked at. Shane tsk’d and gave a placating pat to your cheek. “I thought we were friends.”
“Yeah, [y/n], we are,” he agreed, sitting back on his haunches to study his handwork. “And this is what friends do. Help each other out.”
“Friends don’t blow each other up!” you snapped, and instantly the fear was bubbling in your chest again. Fresh tears started to fall as you look at him desperately, reigning in the panic to try and appeal to the human side of him you prayed was buried underneath the heaping pile of batshit crazy. “Please. I’ll – I’ll give you whatever you want. I have some money saved up, I can withdraw it –“
“Don’t insult me. I don’t want money,” he scoffed, shaking his head as he pushed to his feet. “I want all of you sons of bitches to pay for thinking you could fire me. Fire me. I hold this damn company together. And you see? Now it’s all gonna fall apart. Literally.”
The cold, heartless edge to his words set your stomach churning, and the sharp glint in his eye confirmed what you’d been fearing: he wasn’t letting you go.
“I didn’t fire you, Shane. What did I ever do to you?” you whispered, dropping your head back against the railing he’d chained you to. Shane simply shrugged, scooping up the duffel bag at your side and stepping over your legs as he slung it over his shoulder.
“You screwed me over, and then you stripped me of my job. Been here ten years, [y/n], and that’s what you’re gonna do to me?”
“Shane I didn’t do that. I - I’m just the secretary! I just transfer the calls and order takeout!”
“Now you can add bomb-holder to that embarrassingly short resume. For the brief time it’ll matter.” As you met his eyes, honestly not believing he could be this sadistic this effortlessly, he leaned down and hit a button on the front of the vest and instantly it started ticking. The sob tore out of your throat before you could stop it. Shane gave your shoulder one last squeeze before he started off into the shadows. “Like I said, [y/n], I’m sorry.”
You sat in petrified silence for several long, tense moments after you heard the door close down the hall. Completely alone now, desolate fear and despair began to rise up, crash over you like waves breaking relentlessly over the unsuspecting sand. With each pass they grew stronger, colder, threatening to drag you down into the dark depths they rose from.
No, no. You couldn’t let yourself sink right now. Deep breath, [y/n]. Come on. Okay, granted, you were just the secretary for a small insurance agency, and you had no idea how to diffuse a freaking bomb, but you had to do something. There was no way you were just sitting here letting yourself be a victim.
Desperately, your shaking hands tore at the vest, careful not to disturb the mechanism on front. From this angle you couldn’t see if there was a timer, couldn’t see the wires to even begin to pretend like you knew what to do if you found them… maybe the straps? Your fumbling fingers felt around your sides, and there! There was the buckle! For several moments you tried to pull it free, but it wouldn’t budge. Another few moments went to trying to twist yourself around just to see…
Your heart sunk. Shane had tampered with the buckle, managing to secure a padlock through it that, of course, connected to the chains that held you in place. You and the vest were all tied together in a pretty metallic bow. Fucking fantastic. The guy couldn’t figure out how to properly fill out his damn timecard, but he could apparently MacGyver a homemade bomb vest to you.
Okay, new plan: the vest wasn’t coming off of you, so you’d have to come off the railing with it. You could do that. Right? Experimentally you moved to the chains. Shane had connected you to the obnoxiously solid railing that lined the walkway above the first floor, looping it around your upper arms so tight you couldn’t lift them up. You tried shimming your shoulders to work them up, but with how he’d attached the chain to the vest, all you were doing was wearing yourself out.
Fine, new new plan: you’d just fucking rip yourself either out of the vest or off the rails. You couldn’t really get your feet under you for leverage, but damn if you didn’t throw yourself forward, praying the bars would bend, or the straps of the vest would break, or you’d knock loose a secret key he’d left stashed on your body he’d forgotten about…
Nothing. You weren’t budging. Seriously, couldn’t you catch a break and find a loose railing you could snap off? Maybe the lock could jimmy loose if you tugged enough, or maybe you’d find a way to untangle yourself, get free… something! Couldn’t you catch a fucking break? I mean come on, you paid your taxes! You’d switched to a reusable water bottle instead of plastic ones! You made so many donations to the zoo last year you’d earned a membership –
You stilled at the thought and slumped back against the rails, ragged breath catching in your heaving chest. Your membership. You wouldn’t get to use your membership. Out of all the things running through your mind, that’s what finally broke you. God, that membership had been something you’d been working for, something that you’d been building up to all last year. As dumb as it was, you were really looking forward to using it. You got free admission all year long, you got a free meal with every visit, you got a cool little badge you’d pinned proudly to the visor in your car…
Now it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. You would be dead before you got your official membership card in the mail. You were going to die on the floor of this godforsaken call center, chained to a fucking indestructible fence, in a jerry-rigged bomb vest, completely alone. Your sobs echoed around the empty building painfully loud, bouncing back as if they were mocking your last moments, nearly drowning out the click of a door down the hall.
Wait. Door.
DOOR.
“H-hello?” you called, voice pathetically small in the wake of your still-echoing cries. You saw a figure coming around the corner to your right and your heart leapt up. Had Shane come back?! “Shane? Is that you?”
The man that stepped into the dim light of the walkway was definitely not Shane. He crept slowly down the hall, gun held in front of him, making a slow progression towards you as he studied the surroundings. It was dark enough you were probably no more than a lump on the ground,
“I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, and I’m with the FBI,” he called to you, and instantly you struggled to sit up straighter. FBI? How the hell – “Are you alright?”
“Um, no,” you admitted, and as he started to close in on you, you realized he had no idea what he was walking towards. “Wait! No, stop, you – you should stay back. It’s a bomb.”
Dr. Reid paused just ten feet from you; the light from the lower level was just enough you could make out his features. He was admittedly handsome: short, tousled brown hair, a chiseled face with full lips and a killer jawline, all packed onto a tall, lean frame… in any other setting you’d be blushing and smiling and desperately trying to see if he was interested in drinks Friday night.
Right now, you were so relieved to see a friendly face, have someone there with you, all you could do was stare up at him as tears ran down your face.
“Is anyone else with you?” Dr. Reid asked, squinting further down the hall as he started towards you again. Had he not heard the thing about the bomb!?
“No. I’m alone,” you whispered. “Shane – he, uh, he put this on me. He went out the way you came in. Everyone else was gone for the night.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, relaxing his stance as he reached up to his vest to say quickly, “Morgan I’ve got a hostage strapped to a bomb on the second floor. We need bomb squad.”
As he tucked his gun into the holster on his hip you sniffed and repeated,
“You should get back. I – it’s been ticking for a while now. I don’t know how long it’ll be until it just –“ you cut off as another sob caught in your throat. Instead of listening to you, though, Dr. Reid closed the distance between you and sunk down onto a knee at your side.
“The bomb squad is on their way, and we’ll have you out of this soon,” he said softly. You looked up at him, tear-filled eyes flicking between his own, unable to understand why he wasn’t running the opposite direction. I mean, yeah, he was an FBI agent, but it was just the two of you. No one would know if he just turned tail and ran; you wouldn’t even hold a grudge at this point.
“If they’re on the way, you don’t need to stay. You’re in danger here with me, Dr. Reid,” you reminded again, trying to urge him to go. There was no point in letting both of you die. Dr. Reid studied you for a few moments and then asked,
“What’s your name?”
“[y/n],” you whispered; he smiled and rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently.
“You can call me Spencer, okay? And I’m not going anywhere, [y/n]. I’ll stay with you until the bomb squad gets you free, okay?” when you continued to look up him uncomprehending, he added softly, “I wouldn’t want to be strapped to a bomb all by myself, and I have a feeling you don’t want to be either.”
“No,” you admitted, another tear rolling down your cheek. “Thank you.”
Spencer quirked a smile, hand coming off your shoulder to tug a flashlight out of his pocket. He shone it on the vest as he tenderly poked and prodded the contraption Shane had activated.
After several moments of quiet investigation over the entire setup, Spencer sat back on his haunches, lips pressed together. Instantly you shifted under the chains as you struggled to sit up a little more.
“How bad is it?” you asked softly; Spencer shifted and folded his legs underneath him to sit in front of you.
“There’s no timing mechanism I can find, so I can’t say how long we’ve got,” he admitted, lips turning up into an apologetic smile. “Bomb squad should be here in a few minutes, though. We’ve just got to wait.”
“And what if it goes off before they get here?” you pressed, the knot of worry in your chest forcing the words before you could stop them. You were really trying not to be so negative, but could he blame you?
Spencer simply shrugged and said,
“We’ll deal with it if we get there.”
Despite the situation you let out a snort that dissolved into shaky giggles, rolling your eyes up; you caught a wry smile from the FBI agent in front of you.
“Sorry. That’s not funny. None of this is. I shouldn’t laugh at that,” you snickered, shaking your head. Spencer gave a toothy smile and shrugged his shoulders.
“Laughter’s a completely normal reaction under intensely stressful situations. It enhances your intake of oxygen-rich air, stimulates your heart, lungs and muscles, and increases the endorphins that are released by your brain.”
Huh, cute and smart. Okay, for your last moments, you’d gotten pretty lucky. To your surprise, Spencer gave you an apologetic smile and ducked his head.
“I’m sorry. Facts and statistics are a passion of mine and I know they’re not comforting to others like they are to me.”
“No, I liked that,” you assured quickly. “I like learning new things, and I’m not exactly doing anything else right now.”
This time is was his turn to laugh, which got another giggle out of you. As you both fell quiet again he cleared his throat.
“You asked if I was Shane. Is that who did this?” you nodded quickly. “Shane Michaels, right?”
“Yeah. How did you know?”
“My team and I, we’re the Behavior Analysis Unit within the FBI. Our job is to profile criminals in order to catch them. Shane Michaels was on the short list of suspects -”
“Wait. Were you... this is tied to the bombing at the truck driving academy, isn’t it?” you asked slowly, brow furrowing; Spencer nodded, watching you piece it together. “I’m a secretary here. We do commercial insurance for truckers mostly, Shane’s one of the sales agents. He... oh, god.”
The realization of what you’d just fallen into the middle of hit you hard enough to take your breath away. You squeezed your eyes shut, nausea and fear ebbing into your stomach, making you physically ill. A timid hand reached out and rested on your knee, getting your eyes to open.
“[y/n]?” Spencer coaxed, ducking down a hint to catch your eye.
“He uh... Shane had lost a lot of commission off of them but our agency refused to let him drop the company unless they wanted to. Or...”
“Or they were no longer in business,” Spencer finished, and you nodded as you swallowed hard. He saw the look on your face and you asked softly,
“Why’d he do this to me? I - we were friends, I thought. We’d worked here for years together. I know our boss was firing him for losing us money, but I was always nice to him. Why me?”
Spencer sighed, eyes dropping down for a moment like he was considering if he should answer you. His hand was still on your knee, and you managed to shift your arms enough to rest your fingers on top of his own to get his attention. When he lifted his gaze again, his expression softened. He could tell right now you wanted answers more than anything.
“Shane’s a classic narcissist. For him, the attempt at firing him was more than just the loss of a job. It was a direct blow to his ego, and he couldn’t let that go. Bombing the trucking company was just rage, just an outlet for his immediate anger. This agency was his main target all along. I don’t think he was specifically after you, I think you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“I helped him do his stupid timecard every day,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut. “I ordered him extra egg rolls with lunch. I - god. Instead of just walking past him tonight I stopped to help him carry his bags. I thought he was just cleaning out his desk, and then...” your eyes opened, more tears rolling down your cheeks. Spencer’s face was soft, gentle, filled with a deep understanding that somehow made you feel even less alone. He truly knew the terror you were in, the sadness, the confusion... “I should’ve just gone home. Just walked past him, driven straight home, heated up my leftovers.”
Spencer hmm’d and raised his brows.
“What’s for dinner?”
He was trying to take your mind off it all. Distract you. Keep the panic at bay as best he could when there was a chunk of explosives resting on your chest.
“This weird meatball casserole thing,” you started, the face you pulled unable to be helped at the memory of it. He laughed at the look and you explained, “I’m not the best cook, but I wanted to be creative. It’s... well, if I’m in a pinch I could probably use it to fix holes in my drywall.”
The honest, toothy smile he gave you got another unexpected giggle from you.
“I’m not that great of a cook either,” he admitted. “Usually I resort to take-out. I’m not adventurous enough to try my own creations.”
Now you were both giggling, the sound thankfully drowning out the incessant ticking for a few moments. When he met your eyes again, you found yourself admitting,
“Usually I do take-out too. I’ve been trying to save up money, though, so I’ve been getting ingredients on sale and then pretending I know what to do with them.” Spencer made a face and you nodded eagerly. “Yeah, that’s about how well it’s working out.”
“What are you saving for?” he asked, tipping his head to the side when he caught the instant embarrassment that lit up your face. “If it’s personal you don’t need to answer -”
“No, no. It’s... I like animals. A lot,” you admitted, clearing your throat. “I just earned a membership to the zoo, and... they have this program where you can sponsor an animal. Ever since I was little I really wanted to do something like that. I don’t make a ton here, so it’s been a slow process, but I almost have enough.”
To your surprise there was genuine intrigue on his face, and he studied you with what almost looked like admiration. Seriously, if you could get the eminent death device off of you, you’d really need to find out if he ever got some free time away from bombs and weird animal-obsessed insurance secretaries.
“I think that’s really neat,” he admitted, without a doubt pulling a blush out of you. “What animal do you want to sponsor?”
You gave a shrug of your shoulders and explained, “I can’t decide. Actually, I was gonna go to the zoo this weekend to look at them all. But now I...”
You cleared your throat and fell silent; the ticking seemed to get even louder just to mock you. Spencer’s hand, still on your knee, gave a gentle squeeze. You hadn’t noticed your lip was trembling until you tried to speak and only a whimper came out.
“We’ll get you out of here,” he promised, the assurance in his voice soothing the tight ache in your chest. You went to answer and without warning, the steady ticking of the bomb stopped.
You actually gasped, going completely still, eyes flicking between Spencer’s own startled gaze and the vest. The unearthly silence you’d plunged into brought on a wave of hope, and then loud, frenzied beeping began.
“What that? What’s happening?” you gasped, hands flying to the contraption on your chest in panic. Spencer was on his knees instantly, catching both your wrists in one of his hands while he leaned closer to study the vest.
“I don’t know - [y/n], hold still. Take a deep breath, okay? Let me look,” he instructed, voice gentle but commanding, putting the brakes on your alarm as you struggled to suck in a ragged breath. He was mumbling under his breath, soft brown eyes flicking over the vest, lips finally pressing together as he lifted his gaze to you.
“Please tell me,” you begged him; when he still didn’t answer, you managed to twist one of your hands over in his to squeeze his wrist. “Please.”
“The display is flashing red,” he described, leaning back a hint. “Nothing else has changed, but -”
“But this isn’t good,” you finished, fresh tears forming. Fast beeping? Flashing? It had to be about ready to go off. “Spencer, you need to leave. This is gonna go off and you’re -”
Spencer let go of your wrists, and before you could miss his warmth, his hand took firm hold of one of yours. He sunk a little lower in front of you to meet your gaze with a resolute, unwavering stare.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here with you.”
You clung to his hand, managing a nod, sucking in another shaking breath. You really didn’t want him to get hurt, but... you really didn’t want to be alone. Maybe that was selfish. I mean, this guy could die because of you, but the thought of having to sit through this alone was almost more frightening than the bomb.
Almost.
Spencer has his phone out a moment later, and he popped it onto speaker as it rang. Not a moment later it picked up and the person on the other end instantly said,
“Squads three minutes out, kid - what’s that beepin’?”
“It just started doing that,” Spencer rushed. “And it’s -”
“You’re still in there? Reid, Hotch told you to evacuate -”
Spencer’s eyes flicked to you and then back to the vest a heartbeat later; you caught sight of the headset he’d radioed in on earlier. He’d been told to leave, and he was still with you?
“Morgan, it went from ticking to beeping, and now it’s flashing red. I need you to walk me through what to do.”
“What?! No, kid, just wait for the squad. Do you know how dangerous -”
“I don’t think we have time for the squad,” he admitted, and instinctively your hand tightened on his. He met your eyes instantly and said softly to you, “Morgan’s studied how to defuse bombs and he’s the best chance we’ve got right now.”
“Spencer he’s right, you need to leave,” you begged, guilt and fear swirling inside of you. You tried to pull your hand free and his own tightened. “Just go. Why are you staying? You don’t even know me and this is gonna kill you -”
“It’s my job to protect those who need it,” he told you firmly, voice low with resolve. “I told you I’m staying, and I meant it. We’re going to figure this out together and you’re going to go to the zoo and find which animal you’re sponsoring. Okay?”
All you could manage was a whimper; Spencer squeezed your hand as he pressed,
“Okay, [y/n]?”
“Okay,” you whispered, nodding and sucking in a shaking breath. Morgan gave a heavy sigh through the phone.
“We’re really doin’ this... okay. Kid, do you see any wires?”
“Just two, both feeding into the right side of the display. It looks like they attach to the explosive packs.”
“Okay. This is really important. [y/n],” he said, and your eyes fell to the phone on the floor between you and Spencer. “Do you know if there was a remote detonator, or a manual switch?”
“He - he pressed a button before he left,” you said quickly.
“Can you show Reid where it was?”
“Um, I couldn’t see, really, but...” you shut your eyes and tried to picture where his hand had been. “Is... is there something on the upper right side?”
“Yes, two buttons. Morgan, one’s yellow, one’s black.”
“Alright. [y/n], do you know if he pushed the top or bottom one?”
“I don’t, I’m so sorry,” you rushed out. Morgan instantly said,
“Ay, that’s okay, sunshine. Kid, yellow one’s on top, right?” Spencer made a noise of confirmation. “Okay. We only got one shot at this. You sure you’re good doin’ it?”
Spencer met your eyes again, giving a small smile as his hold tightened around your hand.
“I am. Tell me what to do.”
“You’re gonna press that yellow button down and yank that top wire out. As soon as it’s out, you do the same thing with the bottom button and bottom wire.”
“That’s it?” Spencer asked in surprise.
“It’s a direct connection trigger,” he said quickly. “Disrupt the connector with the signals and it shuts itself off. As long as he matched the position of the wires with the buttons that’s all it takes.”
You hated to ask, but you needed to.
“What if he didn’t match them up?”
Spencer pressed his lips together; you already knew the answer before Morgan said softly,
“It won’t really matter past that.”
“Right,” you whispered; Spencer went to pull his hand free and you instantly tightened your hold. “I - I can press the buttons for you. Just - please don’t let go.”
Spencer gave you a soft smile and nodded. “I won’t. Here -” he shifted hands briefly and then positioned your free one against the pack, putting your pointer finger on the top button and your middle finger on the bottom button. “Alright. On the count of three.”
“On three,” you agreed. Spencer’s fingers entangled with yours in your lap as his own free hand came up to the wires.
“One,” he said softly. You took a deep breath. “Two...”
You and Spencer locked eyes, giving each other small smiles as you whispered together,
“Three.”
--
“Miss [y/l/n]?” one of the officers asked, pausing at the back of the ambulance where you were sitting. You glanced up from watching the paramedic wipe off the handful of superficial wounds along your arm as he said, “there’s someone that wanted to speak with you, if that’s okay.”
Your brow furrowed, but you nodded and sat up a bit. The paramedic, taking her cue, murmured something about checking on you in a few minutes before excusing herself into the back of the ambulance, giving you as much privacy as she could.
Curiously, you looked around the busy parking lot; it was packed with police cars, the SWAT van the bomb squad had (now unnecessarily) shown up in, and a handful of black SUV’s. As the bomb squad had escorted you out of the building, you’d locked eye with Shane in the back of one.
The fury on his face seeing you being let out of the vest was something you’d hold onto for a long, long time. His plans had been ruined, all thanks to you - and the handsome FBI agent that came around the corner of the ambulance. You were genuinely surprised to see him - moments after you’d pulled the wires out, the bomb squad had rushed the scene. Spencer as practically swept out of the way, and you’d assumed he and his team had left.
Admittedly, you were really glad he was still here. Like, really glad. With all the life-or-death peril out of the way, you hadn’t stopped thinking about all Spencer had done. He’d stayed with you, against orders, and comforted you with a ticking bomb on your chest. And, instead of taking off when it was getting ready to detonate, he put his life on the line to take a chance at saving yours.
You weren’t a romantic, but come on this was kismet. You couldn’t deny it.
Spencer’s full lips pulled into a wide, honest smile as he took in the sight of you. You couldn’t help but smile back, butterflies fluttering in your chest as he stepped closer.
“I’m glad they got the vest off with no problem,” he told you; free of his own vest he’d been clad in, you couldn’t help take in his outfit. A fitted, dark sweater vest over a dark plaid shirt, and a dark tie pulling it all together. His dress pants fit him illegally well, and the converse peeking out from under them confirmed your suspicions from earlier: he was undoubtedly attractive..
“Yeah, a few scrapes on the way out, but I’m in one piece so I’m not complaining,” you joked, and to your surprise he stepped forward. He was as close to you now as he had been earlier, but this was different. This was Spencer standing crowded up against your legs, leaning over you, hand coming out to take yours.
His fingers curled around yours for just a heartbeat as he lifted your arm, turning it over gently to study the marks. The butterflies surged at his touch, and when he lowered your arm and went to pull away, you quickly grabbed hold of his hand. Spencer’s smile faltered into an unexpected shy turn of his lips as you said softly,
“I can’t thank you enough for what you did. You didn’t have to stay, and you risked your life for me.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” he said gently, smile quirking a little more; his hand gave a squeeze and he didn’t try to pull away. The feeling of his fingers tangled with yours was a comfort you had never experienced before. Maybe it was because of the whole held-your-hand-through-a-near-death-experience thing, but Spencer was comforting.
He was a shimmer of warmth against the cold night, a breath of calm in the chaos of the last few hours. He was the boat navigating the waves, keeping you afloat, guiding you to the safety you’d been desperate to reach.
In that next breath, you felt the air shift between you and Spencer, a new intensity sparking between the two of you. His soft caramel eyes held you in an unwavering gaze; his fingers intertwined with yours and his grip tightened as he shifted minutely closer.
Normally, you weren’t one to be bold, but hell. After being strapped to a bomb, what was so hard about taking a chance?
“I’d like to try,” you said softly, eyes flicking between his as you slowly leaned forward, giving him the chance to pull away if he wanted to. Instead, Spencer shifted impossibly closer and you took your chance, leaning up and pressing your lips softly to his.
Instantly he kissed you back with a power you hadn’t expected from him. Your lips brushed slowly against one another as his free hand came up, cupping your cheek to hold you in place. Your own hand rested against his chest and he stepped into your touch.
His hand slowly slid back into your hair to pull you against him, silently asking to deepen the kiss. Your tongue swept against his lower lip and his mouth parted instantly, his own tongue darting out and brushing your own. His soft, almost imperceptible moan wasn’t lost on you and you swallowed the noise hungrily.
A horn honked across the parking lot and the two of you jumped back, staring at each other in surprise before dissolving into giggles. You felt your face turn six shades of scarlet as Spencer glanced back towards the black SUV now flashing its lights at the two of you.
“I, uh, I think it’s time to go,” he chuckled, clearing his throat as he finally stepped back and pulled his hand from yours. He was still smiling, though, and he peeked up at you hopefully as he asked, “but um, I don’t live too far from here. And if you wanted, maybe you and I could, you know...”
An idea popped into your head and reached back into the ambulance, grabbing a pen off the clipboard you’d used to fill out some paperwork. You took Spencer’s hand - reveling in the feel of it briefly - and scribbled your number on the back of it.
“If you’re not busy this weekend, I wouldn’t mind some company at the zoo,” you teased, enjoying the grin that took over his face as he nodded quickly. “You and your FBI profiling skills can help me find the animal I want to sponsor.”
“I’d really like that,” he said as he gave you a wide, honest grin, tongue pushing against his teeth as he ducked his head.
Okay, okay. So maybe your parents might’ve had a point. Turns out being polite had gotten you exactly where you wanted to be - on a date with the sweet, undeniably handsome Dr. Spencer Reid.
Next time, though, you could really do without the explosives.
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