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#navigation #masterlist #ateez fanfiction

criminalizegolf

> read library book

> it's good

Thank you library

fiercestpurpose

> read library book

> it's bad

Thank you library for saving me from buying it :)

official-library-posts

official library post

slytherinyourrpants

Reblogging while currently sat at work, which is a library

How did trying to look for specific fics become so hard to do?

Usually when you write for a character, the tags only pertain to that character not to everyone in the series.

Especially if its a "x you" or a "x reader" specific.

Either my old ass has been on here too long to see what's changing or it's becoming a problem no one can seem to correct.

#call of duty #marvel #bucky Barnes #fourth wing #tlou #the bear

prizzylicious

✧ Apples & Aftermath Masterlist 🍎

▸ PAIRING: Mechanic!James Bucky Barnes x Fem!Citygirl!Reader

▸ SUMMARY: Returning to your hometown wasn't high on your bucket list. In fact, it wasn't on any list at all. But being the dutiful daughter you are, you find yourself back home after five long years, hoping for nothing more than a quiet break from work.

Instead, you're greeted by a string of increasingly frustrating surprises—the biggest one being James Bucky Barnes.

Your childhood best friend is no longer the sweet, chubby-cheeked boy who followed you around and stole apples with you. He's grown into a stubborn, infuriatingly attractive man who seems determined to get under your skin at every opportunity. And the worst part?

You can't decide whether you want to scream at him... or kiss him.

▸ WARNINGS: NSFW 18+, reader pov, angst, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, mean reader, grumpy x grumpy, no use of y/n, lot of arguments, daddy issues, financial debt, dad steve rogers, therapy

✭ Part 1

✭ Part 2

✭ Part 3

✭ Part 4

✭ Part 5 - Coming soon!

divider by @saradika-graphics

taglist is open!

slytherinyourrpants

I am gobbling this up like it's my favorite meal! I'm very excited to continue reading their story and how it'll develop!

sleepyconfusedpotato

"What did you do?

"What I had to."

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CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE IN CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE IV (2026) REVEAL TRAILER

alchemyfreak321

"No more rules" Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 4 - Reveal Trailer

seoksoonwoo

jun as howl for svt's 11th anniversary

stargirlstabber

where the snow bleeds

0.5k words. have this thought i randomly had last night.

john taking his dogs out to the snowy woods, hearing whines and cries in the forest near his farm. the boys smell a suspicious scent, but john wants to know what caused the noise for the past hours. he tucked his scarf closer, not letting the cold through before his hands returned into his fur filled pockets.

that's how he found her. or how they found her - although simon, kyle and johnny weren't really amazed of what's in front of them. a wolf hybrid. a smaller one than the usual ones.

the foot of the poor thing was painfully stuck in a foothold trap, painting the beautiful snow in splotches of crimson.

her struggles after she noticed them did nothing but aggravate the deep wound in her flesh, desperately trying to get away from the man and his big dogs.

they were gonna end her.

he surely put up the trap.

but it was her fault.

her pack left her to fend for herself and she had to stay somewhere. and around here, it was nice. she found a tiny den, just big enough to squeeze herself in, shielding her small form from the ruthless winter weather.

sometimes she found a small handful of leftovers in a trashcan, other times some crumbs of food in cat or dog bowls that laid on porches. but mostly cat bowls, dogs were more alert and she was scared as shit of dogs.

especially after the last encounter she had with a dog some miles away few weeks ago.

remains of the fight we're still visible, healing spots on her neck and shoulders not yet covered in warming fur.

she'd been sneaking around a farm, searching for the smell that attracted her hunger driven self, happy with anything that would keep her another day from starving.

dog food. just a little bit - most dog food wasn't even enjoyable for her - but it's better than nothing at all.

crumbs from the bowl going down her throat, she heard a growl behind her. she wasn't even able to fully turn before the dogs teeth pierced her shoulder and its claws ran across her neck, ripping out tufts of fur and tearing up her skin.

and now she was here - chest heaving with breaths, eyes anxiously darting between the four of them - foot bone crushingly stuck in a trap and unable to escape.

she's sure he had set up the trap.

she's sure he's the owner of one farm she had been to, sneaking around and desperately searching for food. the man had been alerted by his dog and ran out shouting, gun raised and shots blaring, bullets flying past her as she made a run for the treeline.

fuck, now the man in front of her came closer.

stargirlstabber

should... should i encourage my brainworms to think of a part 2?

but y'all need to give feedback, yk?? just a like is- killing authors

slytherinyourrpants

Oh this little wolf has had it hard on her own 💔 this is as so beautifully written I can’t even compare

#cod x reader

ohclaire

Just because you’re an omega doesn’t mean you can’t perform at the level of the rest of the 141.

You, and various other omegas, have proven this time and time again. It was a battle to let omegas into the military, but now that you’re here it’s clear you have a lot to offer.

That doesn’t mean things aren’t different, though. Of course, every new person is going to do things slightly differently or need certain accommodations. In the way that some alphas can’t be on the same team because they’ll clash too much, or how rut leave needs to be approved. Same thing for omegas.

For you…whenever you land in a new place, you needed a moment to familiarize yourself, and if you needed to stay for a while…well you’d need a makeshift nest.

All omegas rely on nesting for regulation. Not just for themselves but also their pack. Some rely on it more than others, though.

You’re one such omega…someone who needs a nest. It was something you considered when joining the military, and something you’ve often had to suppress in yourself for the sake of the mission. It got to the point where you needed to get on scent suppressants because you’d be on mission without a nest and distress so much that the enemy could smell you.

That’s how the first mission with the 141 went. Suppressing your needs and distressing because of it, but holding it together for the mission (or trying to).

But of course they noticed. They notice everything. So they broached the topic.

“…you can nest, ‘mega.” Kyle decided to just go for it.

You stopped your pacing in front of the window of the safe house, arms folded across your chest. You turn your head to look at him to find him just…looking at you. Like he was serious. A quick glance at the others tell you no one was making a joke.

“…really?” Your arms unfold, body turning to face them completely. Still looking back and forth between them all, waiting for one of them to tell you they were kidding.

“‘Course you can. We’ll be holed up here for a few more hours. You can use our jackets.” Price verifies, tossing a hand behind him to indicate to where you all threw your jackets down. He turns back to the notebook he’s scribbling in like it’s no big deal.

You eagerly take a step forward before stopping yourself. Is this a test? Is he trying to see if you’re a liability? Omegas obviously calm down in nests and some people are of the opinion it would make them vulnerable in the field…maybe he’s trying to see if you’ll crack?

“You…don’t think it’s unprofessional?”

Price’s brows furrow and his nose scrunches up like he just smelled something bad, “what’re you on about? ‘S natural.”

“Bug, did someone tell ya you couldn’t nest in the field?” Soap leans forward, forearms resting in his knees. He caught on immediately.

“I—“ you’re confused now, “I thought…that was protocol?”

That gets everyone to look at you. It’s silent for a moment before they all start talking at once, overlapping voices talking about how that was not true and omegas need to nest and the scent you’ll release during the nesting will make them all more alert.

“What dumb fuck told you that?” Ghost speaks up.

It shuts everyone up. They want to know too.

“My old captain…” you meekly admit.

They don’t respond again. You see Price’s jaw tick like he’s offended at how your previous captain conducted himself.

“Use the jackets.” Simon shuts down the conversation. “You can relax. We got you.” He leaves no room for argument.

You believe him…that they’d protect you if it came down to it.

So you resume your walk to the pile, feeling a bit confused still about why your two captains were so different. And a bit bad about commandeering everyone’s jackets. It was…intimate…to make a nest from their scents. Especially considering this was your first mission together. But you didn’t exactly have any other material, and you suppose you’ll need to familiarize yourself with them eventually. So you get to work.

Again…there isn’t much to work with, but you end up shoving the jackets together on the rickety sofa along with a pillow you scrounged up and one of the threadbare blankets from a long-abandoned linen closet. It’s…not good but it’s something. And even just the act of putting a nest together is soothing you. And…you do like their scents.

“Good job, ‘mega.” Comes Simon’s low tone, meant just for you.

You suppress a smile and happy hum. That shouldn’t make you as satisfied as it does—him complimenting your fucked up, makeshift nest that is objectively the worst nest you’ve ever made—but it does.

You relax fast. Calm, happy scent flooding the room, making the rest of the pack team more calm and alert too.

When it’s time to go, they bring you out of your trance gently. Kyle crouching down next to you and whispering your name, giving your shoulder a little shake. You pack up quick, giving everyone’s jackets back. They try to be subtle about how they inhale your scent off of them.

You finish the rest of the mission like normal, but not before Price asks for the name of your old captain.

You’re used to it now, and so are they. Any mission where you’re out on the field for an extended period, you’ll nest with whatever you can get your hands on. More often than not, that involves a lot of their clothes. It’s far better than ignoring your instincts, and you know that they’re capable enough to mean you aren’t a liability. Maybe you can convince one of them to nest with you next time…

#call of duty