#he doesn't have the full number of legs because I have Limits!

[ahedderick]

Nostalgia for yesteryear

Well, the Tumblr Booper-Fool's Day is very, very appropriate for the userbase. However, I more than a bit nostalgic for the crabs. Do-it-yourself it is, then!

This is a mix of top-stitching and applique techniques that might not go over very well in a formal quilt competition, but all my work is for home use only. I stitch according to my fickle heart.

Feel free to reblog and tag a friend to 'crab' them in addition to the Booping!

(He's shiiiiiiiiny,)

#april fool's day #artblr #artist #crab #time for crab #quilt #quiltblr #quilting #sewing sewblr #hexagonal decapod #he doesn't have the full number of legs because I have Limits!

[theehoneeybee]

Talking In Your Sleep. Chapter 1.

Talking in Your Sleep - Blue Monday

The new security hire doesn't realise he's in deep. There's more than just abandoned arcade games and dusty decorations at Freddy Fazbears Pizza.

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

Word count: 2.2k

a/n: I haven't written in like a year but the fnaf movie altered by brain chemistry. this series is cross posted on my ao3. lmk what you think!

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The halogen lights flickered, lighting up the black grey room, it's peeling walls covered in fake-motivational posters. Dream Big! Work Hard! What bullshit. Mike bounced his leg anxiously. Yet another job gone because of his temper. That was the third one this month. At this point, he had spent more time at the career councillors office than at an actual job. 

"Number 27," the receptionist called out drearily. 

Mike grabbed his jacket and made his way to the councillors office, already dreading the outcome. This councillor wasn't one he had met before. He swivelled around in his chair, skimming through Mike's file with a less than pleased expression plastered on his face. Amongst his cluttered desk strewn with paperwork from the hundreds of others looking for work was a black and gold name tag. Steve Raglan. 

"What is your deal Mike?" he asked, gaze not lifting from the manila folder. "What are you, some kind of headcase?"

Steve reads aloud the incident which landed Mike in his office. It was all a misunderstanding. Mike had seen a confused, lost young boy wandering through the shopping centre, so when a strange man dragged him away, he couldn't sit idle. Of course, he should have talked to the man first instead of immediately brutalising him and traumatising his poor son in the process. He knew that. But at the time, all he could think about was protecting the boy. The loss of Garrett eats away at him. Steve lists out his past jobs. One week. Terminated. Two weeks. Insubordination, terminated. 

"It's like you're not even trying, yet you sit before me asking for help," Steve sounded almost amused. "I'm just trying to figure out who you are, Mr Michael Sch-"

Steve's expression changed. He rereads the last name printed on the page, glances up at Mike, staring at him with an unreadable expression. He gets up to pour himself a cup of coffee with shaky hands and a furrowed brow. 

"I'm going to be brutally honest with you here Mike. Given your track record, your options are gonna be extremely limited." 

"I'll take anything. Any job you've got," Mike bargains but Steve insists it's not that easy. Defeated, Mike gets up to leave before Steve quickly speaks again.

"I have a job for you." Mike sits back down. "It's a security gig. Full disclosure: it's not great. But you only have to worry about one thing, keeping people out. And well, keeping the place tidy but-"

"That's two things," Mike interrupts. 

Steve shrugs. "Do you want the job or not?"

"How's the pay?"

"Not great, but the hours are worse," Steve explained with a smile.

Mike's expression fell, rubbing the back of his neck. He muttered out, "I can't do nights."

Steve chuckled. "That's such a shame." As Mike got up to leave, thanking him, Steve gave him his card.

"In case you change your mind."

-

The roads were always empty at this time of the night. Your car hummed quietly as you made your way to work. 11:48pm, the clock read. These night shifts had really messed up your sleep schedule. You yawned, pulling into the parking lot and stepping outside. The icy breeze ran straight through you, the cheap security vest doing little in the way of warmth. You hugged it tighter to yourself, eager to get inside and escape the cold. Immediately you were hit with the smell of dust and rot, something you had become familiar to over the past weeks. You navigated through the pizzeria, kicking broken glass from the many break-ins out of your way. Even with the curtains drawn shut, as you passed the animatronic show stage you could feel eyes burning into you. The whole place gave off an unsettling vibe. When you had gotten the job, they explained to you the owner was sentimental which is why he kept the place up, rather than demolishing it. You couldn't understand why. As you entered the security office, you grabbed a chair and wedged it under the door handle. It had become routine. Doors would randomly open and more nights than not, footsteps could be heard down the hallway. Yet, you never saw anyone there. You sat down in the cracked leather chair, booting up the monitors to begin yet another long shift. 

You swivelled around in your chair, trying to entertain yourself. Every room in the pizzeria was decked head to toe in cheap Freddy Fazbear merchandise. It left a sour taste in your mouth. As a child, you had spent countless hours in the pizzeria against your will. Instead of paying for childcare, or taking time off work, your parents would just dump you at the pizzeria. After school, weekends, whenever. From open to close. On more than one occasion, you had tried running home only to find the house locked. It was only once you started getting older they gave up on the pizzeria, leaving you at home instead. It was almost ironic that you chose this job after all the time you had spent here, but money is money. On the plus side, you never had to deal with annoying co-workers or rude customers. One by one, the hours slowly ticked by. Tonight was quiet. No sounds of footsteps or random clanging. Everyone was right in their place. Some nights you could've swore you had seen Foxy move. The curtains to Pirate's Cove didn't close properly, allowing you to see inside. Maybe you were just sleep deprived, but one night, about a week ago, it looked like foxy had moved and was staring directly down the camera. It was like they knew you were there. But after you had rubbed your eyes, he was back to normal. The second the clock struck six you were out, avoiding staring at the show stage as you rushed out the door.

-

Mike stared at the phone, idly toying with the business card Steve had given him the day before. He couldn't work nights, that hadn't changed, but he was at a point were that was his only choice. Aunt Jane was trying to take custody of Abby, citing Mike's inability to care for his younger sister and lack of employment. As right as she was, Aunt Jane was a bitch, and there is no way Mike was letting her take custody of Abby. Mike turned around to look at Abby who was sat in front of the TV, drawing as always. Abby didn't talk to Mike much, too absorbed in her drawings and conversations with her imaginary friends. He sighed and dialled in the number, holding the phone up to his ear as he waited for Steve. 

"Hello?" The crackled voice through the phone answered.

"Hi Mr Raglan, it's Mike."

"Mr 'I can't work nights'." Mike could hear Steve's smirk through the phone.

"Right. I was just wondering if that job is still available?"

"Oh, it absolutely is. Why? Have you had a change of heart?"

Mike turns around again to look at Abby. "How soon can I start?"

-

As you were getting ready for work, the phone rings. You answer it, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you struggled to lace up your shoes. "Hello?" you asked.

"Hi, it's Steve Raglan," the man replies. Shocked, you grab the phone properly and sit up.

"Oh, Mr Raglan. What can I do for you?" You prayed to every God in existence that he wasn't firing you. As little as the job paid, you needed every cent. 

Almost like he was reading your mind, Steve replied, "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. But, we are making some changes to the job." You listened anxiously. "We've hired another security guard. Given how big the place is we thought you could use an extra set of hands. He's starting tonight so you'll have to train him but I'm sure you guys are gonna have no problem." Before you could protest, Steve wishes you a good night and hands up. You groan, leaning back in the chair. The solitude was one of the very few things you enjoyed about this job and now that was taken away from you. You snatched your keys and left, slamming the door behind you. 

As you drove the the pizzeria, you wonder what kind of person was desperate enough to take this job. Well, you, but who else? You arrived in the parking lot at the same time as your new co-worker. As soon as he stepped out of the car, you noticed how tired he looked. His dark hair was messy and bags hung heavy under his eyes. He definitely didn't want to be here. The two of you walked silently to the door. You glanced at him and introduced yourself as you unlocked the doors.

"I'm Mike," he replied, barely looking at you. Okay, rude. 

You let him inside and began to give him a rundown of the job. "It's not that hard," you explained. "Ninety percent of the time you're just sitting around watching the monitors. Occasionally I'll clean stuff up or go investigate a noise, but there haven't been any break-ins so far."

As you walk past the show stage, Mike peeks behind the curtains. You smirk and decide to give him a fright. You press the big, red Showtime! button next to the stage. Immediately, colourful lights illuminate the room and loud 80's music plays as the curtains draw back. Mike steps back in shock, watching as the animatronics on stage start to sing and move about. He shoots you a look of annoyance for scaring him. The show is cut short by the fuse box tripping, the lights flicker off and the curtain draws. 

"Amazing, right?" you say sarcastically. "The power here is pretty shitty. If it goes off, there's a breaker. Just flip it off and on and it should work again."

Mike stayed silent as he followed you to the security office. He watched you curiously as you wedged a chair under the door. 

"It's just for safe measure," you explain. He gives you a half-hearted nod and investigates the office. You sighed. It was going to be a long night if this is what he was like. 

You turned on the monitors and showed Mike how to use them. The technology was old and half of the buttons were jammed and caked in dust. It didn't take Mike long to figure out how it worked.

"I'm gonna do a check of all the rooms. Just keep and eye on the cameras and give me call if you see anything," you said. Mike gave you a quite okay, keeping his eyes on the screens. You left and wandered through the abandoned pizzeria. As bad as it sounded, you didn't think he would last. Why was he so unfriendly? Nothing you had said or done was mean yet he was so standoff-ish. The building groaned and the old lights flickered. From down the hallway, you heard a hum. It sounded like someone singing. You stopped in your tracks, pointing the flashlight down the hall. You never heard anyone come in, but something about the song didn't sound human. It was familiar, something you had heard before. You slowly walked away and snuck back into the security room. 

"You okay?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, yeah..." you trailed off. "Yeah I'm fine. Did you see anything on the cameras?"

Mike shook his head. You sighed and slumped down into the chair. You must just be tired. 

It was only 3am. You looked over to Mike who was barely awake. "You can sleep," you offered. "You look really tired."

"I'm fine," Mike insisted but you narrowed your eyes.

"These shifts will ruin your sleep schedule. Try get some while you can."

Mike chuckled. "It's ruined enough thanks."

Your eyes caught onto the book on the table. Dream Theory. Curious, you picked it up and skimmed through the pages. You looked up at Mike with a slight smile. "I didn't expect you to be into this stuff." Mike looked embarrassed. 

"Apparently, everything you ever hear or see is stored somewhere in your mind," Mike began to explain. "You can access them through your dreams when you use familiar sights and sounds," he paused. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

That was the most Mike has said all night. You shook your head. "I think it's cool. I don't really get it, but it's cool." He looked surprised by your response.

Slowly, your shift came to an end. The sun was slowly starting to rise. You were ready to crawl into bed and sleep for the rest of the day. Mike looked like he felt the same. He intrigued you. yes, he was closed off and honestly a bit rude, but there was definitely more to him than he lets on. The metal of the gate was freezing against your hands as you locked up the pizzeria, your breath visible the the cold morning air. Mike tucked his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, squinting as the bright morning sun beams into his eyes. As your make your way to your car, you give Mike a small wave.

"I'll see you tomorrow night."

He nods and you think you almost see him smile. "See you tomorrow."

#mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #five nights at freddy's #fnaf x reader #william afton

[belit0]

can you please do madara with number 6 please and thank you also i love your writing sm <33

6) reader: You don’t have to be so gentle with me. You can hurt me if you’d like. After all, my body belongs to you.

I rly like the outcome of this one, and i think it's pretty obvious i have an obsession with portraying the Uchihas as wild animals🤠💕

NSFW prompts!

There is something fascinating about having one of the strongest men in the world at her feet, hands that killed countless warriors treating her gently, lips that spit fire to destroy entire cities kissing her softly.

Madara runs the completeness of her body with harmonic fingers, touching her like an oiled instrument and making her moan as he wishes. He controls her skin and sounds left and right, drawing boundaries only to break them and watch her plunge into the abyss of pleasure again and again.

Passionate lips adorn her neck with dark marks, denoting ownership over the expanse of her flesh, pretending everyone understands (Y/N) belongs to him. All his touches are quiet, lovely, full of grace and balance, almost as if the Uchiha was afraid to hold her too tightly and break her.

She has been wondering for some time what else is hidden in his desires, which of all things Madara does not reveal. It does not escape her attention how the man's gentleness is only present because he does not believe her capable of bearing the brutality of his thoughts, the rudeness of his needs, the real force he wants to apply every time he touches her.

The Uchiha limits himself, (Y/N) knows it, because he underestimates her.

There is a certain hesitation as his fingertips run over her clit, a slight analysis of how much pressure to exert, how far to go. A man of Madara's strength, she understands, would have to have overwhelming force when it comes to fucking, but he stays within a mild range.

She has studied his eyes, the questions forming in his pupils as he guides her hips up and down on him, how he assesses the severity of his grip as he squeezes her thighs, her wrists above her head, her neck as he chokes her.

Madara holds back, again and again, because he is genuinely afraid of hurting her should he throw himself into pleasure as he would really like to.

Tonight, as her man works his tongue between her legs, (Y/N) decides to change the course of their sexual encounters. It will take some encouragement, a little bravery, and preparation she assumes, yet the girl is determined to free her man from all the restraints he places on himself to protect her.

She grips his hair tightly, a gesture she's never had before, and forces the Uchiha to look her in the eye, compelling him to stop the activity in her pussy. "You don't have to be so gentle with me. You can hurt me if you'd like. After all, my body belongs to you. Fuck me however you want, I'm yours."

There is a shift in his eyes, a flood of thoughts running through his mind (Y/N) can effortlessly appreciate. First, he processes the information, hesitates about what he hears, and then he understands. He comprehends how the woman surrenders herself to his mercy, to whatever brutality he deems necessary to fill her with his cum, to whatever force in his hands he requires to be fulfilled.

There is no response to her demand, and (Y/N) believes her words fell on deaf ears as Madara resumes his assault on her crotch with his tongue, yet suddenly everything changes. Where once his hands gently held her pelvis, now his nails dig into her skin, leaving a red trail to his pas and earning a hiss from her.

His teeth close on her inner thigh, inches away from her pussy, and as he bites down he doesn't take his eyes off her face, red gaze recording her reactions to the sudden pain he decides to impart. There is blood running down her skin, red liquid he does not take long in eagerly licking, almost as if he needs it.

The Uchiha does not utter a word, but then again, he doesn't need to. (Y/N)'s confirmation is all he needed to allow his true nature to free reign, releasing his darkest desires and using her as he sees fit.

Pain will be his way of finding pleasure, watching her beg and react to his methods of torture, ways he deems appropriate to make her writhe under his lips, tremble on his fingers, and swoon at his stimulation.

He releases her still-bleeding skin to climb up until they are face to face, thrusting into her with a force he has never used before. Madara grabs her by the neck, genuinely choking her. On previous occasions, he would have the finesse to exert just enough pressure to cut off just a little of her circulation, but this time he seems intent on knocking the air out of her completely. His fingers close over her skin with a brutality (Y/N) is sure many of his enemies suffered, as he rams her like an animal.

His cock thrusts in and out without control, pounding skin on skin without mercy, and only releases her neck when he sees she is about to lose consciousness. Without much time for freedom, the skin between her clavicle and her ear is attacked by his teeth, and where there were once small, soft hickeys, there are now real bite marks.

He holds her pelvis with both hands as he occupies his mouth on her skin, and something about his uncontrolled behavior arouses her so much she can't help but moan as soon as her breathing is under control again. The Uchiha seems to approve, and bites her even harder, piercing the skin again and fucking her even more severely.

He lets out grunts with each thrust, his concentration completely devoted to (Y/N)'s pussy, his dick thrusting in and out with just enough brutality to rip through her from side to side. The woman thinks she is about to lose her mind from the force of his actions when she feels him come, Madara trembling on top of her and releasing her neck to moan unrestrainedly into the air.

The image he provides is that of a ferocious, unrestrained animal, a beast that only cares about its desires, its needs, and (Y/N) devours every second of it.

#uchiha madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #uchiha madara #madara uchiha #madara #naruto shippuden #naruto imagines #naruto #uchiha clan #naruto founders #naruto x reader #naruto scenarios

[rockybloo]

AN ABRIDGED GUIDE TO BITTERBAT'S FORMS

Here's an abridged diagram of Bitterbat's forms because he's so extra he has to have more than just one appearance. If you are confused or are losing track-this is the guide for you...until I change something. Then I'll just make another one...BUT UNTIL THEN! THIS IS THE GUIDE FOR YOU!

Default (THE Bitterbat)

Is about 6'6 ft

His preferred form of presenting.

Limiters on to keep his full power restrained

No horns

Human Form (Ace)

Limiters are disguised as bracelets and a choker

His braid is shorter but will still take on tail like properties such as wagging

Bitch is lazy and doesn't change his eyes or teeth unless he has to speak to someone. And even then, he'll just lie and say they're body modifications.

Most of his wardrobe is Amara's old (and sometimes new) clothing.

Default w/ Horns (AKA Hornedbat...or Hornybat)

Height can jump between his usual default and unleashed

Often slips into this form if he really wants some love from Sweetheart or to court her. For opponents, he may take this form as an intimidation tactic

Sometimes he might slip into this form on accident because touch starvation

Limiters crack open some, leaking the mist that his body tends to emit

Horns are out

Unleashed (True Form)

About 7'0+ ft

A form he only takes when in private with Sweetheart or in a super serious battle.

Limiters are off (no spikes) and he is at his full power with smoke constantly leaking from where they used to be along with a purple gradient on his arms and legs.

Hair forms into a long scorpion tail when braided but it's often down.

MONSTRUM FORMS

Minimonster form (Itty Bittybat)

Fits in the palm of Sweetheart's hands

Primarily used to get some extra love time with Sweetheart

Very helpful for sneaking

Monster Form (Bitterbeast)

Exactly what it says on the label

He can cradle Sweetheart in one arm and have completely free use of the other

Kaiju Form (Monster Monarch)

Additional form only Alpha Monstrums have

I do not have the exact height in numbers just know he big

Bitterbat will accidentally take this form if he is touch starved for too long. In those cases though, he will revert back to his default form if fed.

Limiters are loosened greatly but are still worn (hinted at through the presence of his spikes)

I know that prior bullet point hints at there potentially being a secret extra unleashed kaiju form but don't worry about that right now we'll cross that bridge when we get to it

#rocky rambles #bitterbat #monster!bitterbat #itty bittybat #kaiju!bitterbat #sweetheart #ace #glitter and guilt

[witchofthesouls]

In Chainsaw Man, Power lets Denji fondle and squeeze her breasts for helping her. She lets him squeeze them three times for the three things he has done for her.

The Lost Light Liasion lets the bots of your choice fondle her breasts and lets them squeeze a certain number of for three amount of times they’ve saved her ass/helped her.

Who are the bots and how do they react?

(If this happened, Ultra Magnus would be so on top of this since there would be mechs that would purposely create trouble to "save" the resident human. He's gonna nip that in the bud since the Lost Light already has too much chaotic energy. So nudity scenarios with Giant!Liaison because I love that concept a lot.)

Whirl eyes your chest in a manner that wouldn't feel off on a gemologist appraising someone's antique jewelry, optic narrowed in serious consideration as he pokes your left boob.

"I don't see the appeal." Whirl taps a claw on his own impressive chest. "My bazongas are bigger."

"Yeah, but can yours bounce?"

"Touché, Fleshlight." Whirl hums, optic following your chest's jiggling motions as you cup and squeeze the soft flesh. "Touché."

_________

Ambulon brushes his servos over the uncovered skin. It's soft and warm and strangely like a really supple protoform. The specialized sensors in his digits and palms pick up your biochemistry, and it buzzes pleasantly to his neural-net.

He filters the temperature readings, hydration levels, and other basic information from the passive scans to just concentrate on the sensation of the innate elasticity, how his digits can press into your protoform, and how it contorts and flexes.

You can't manually shut off your nerves, nor can you inwardly self-manipulate how you perceive sensation. Apparently, in your species a dimmed or lacking pain response is attributed to a sensory-perception defect.

Ambulon is curious how you function on the paltry information from the medical books in your bookcase is very limiting. Theory doesn't always match to application. In general, organics are messy and squishy and so full of so many liquids, but he had traced over the skeleton and muscle tissue within the diagrams, and can't help the heretical thoughts of the familiarity of the structures.

You can't show him the innards of your frame under your guidance; self-surgery is a wonderment to humans but it's common amongst Cybertronian medics. At least well-trained ones or the very experienced ones that survived their ventures.

(Pharma was many, many things, but he had ensured that his staff was well-equipped and well-trained under his perfectionist ways. Even the ex-Decepticon.

Ambulon, to this day, can't tell what was real or falsified by the surgeon. How much was simmering beneath his old CMO...)

He chases away the thought by exploring other areas. Humans are just softer than Cybertronians by design. Some parts are more so than others as he traces your abdomen and your chest area, thumbing over a teat.

"Does your species have something like this?" You ask, voice hitches.

"Yes."

"Oh?"

"Under the old regime," his voice takes on a teaching cadence, "supplementary refineries were deemed obsolete and phased out. Very few frames, think of older schematics off Cybertron or cohorts too far away from public refineries and production, were... allowed to keep such things." Ambulon remembers one of his old gestaltmates, his refineries kept them alive in the combiner process. "It helps refine lower-grades of Energon, even near-usable ones, to something consumable."

Based on the emotion on your face, you're interested in the strange similarities as well.

_________

Swerve's vents sputter as he coughs out a weak cheer and is overwhelmed by Tailgate's complete enthusiasm. Getaway also claps, but Swerve could feel the heat from the mech's plating, despite how unruffled the escapologist appeared.

You twirl around as Swerve sends a quick prayer to the Guiding Hand at the expanse of your back and your bare legs as the fabric floats and takes its sweet time to settle back down.

Tailgate immediately makes a beeline to fuss over the dress and attaches the rest of the accessories.

"You're okay if I adjust the front?" Tailgate asks.

"Go for it, short stack." You admire the glinting gems and subtle, beautiful swirls in the mirror.

And without any sense of shame or embarrassment, Tailgate does it. The minibot pulls it and you up. Swerve takes a large gulp of the complementary cocktail when it turns skin-tight, pressing into your flesh.

"Short stack," you wheeze and your chest heaves. "You're squeezing me here."

Getaway crosses his arms, fingers digging into his plates. He isn't as nonchalant as he tries to be.

"Give me a moment." Tailgate clips on the thin, glossy strands of jewelry over all your body. "I have to get this on before I fix it completely."

When the mech finishes, you look far more stunning and Swerve's vocalizer simply clicks, so he makes it up by whistling and clapping. It isn't missed that Tailgate is used to casual touch as he gives an arm to help you down the podium. Plus, the mech has quite an eye for 'off-world' fashion.

One of the attendants admires Tailgate's handiwork, clicking at a rapid pace as feathers ruffle and soothe, and Swerve hopes that the rest of the team is almost done with whatever they're doing.

"What do you guys think?" You ask, calm with even talons near your face, painting your lips and applying geometric patterns down your cheeks and neck. Whatever the attendant had done to your eyes had made them larger, brighter.

You look something out of old folktales from the outer rings of city-states as the metal strands clink pleasantly as you move, the fabric languidly shifts in a strange, fluid way, defying gravity, rippling across your bare skin like a living covering.

"You look good, Y/N," Getaway says, quite casually. "But I think that set there would look even better."

The burnt gold body jewelry in the case behind you is a dead ringer for Getaway's faceplate. The escapologist gives no other reaction to the flat fields and stares from Swerve and Tailgate, just a happy curve of brightened optics.

#ask #transformers idw #transformers #idw #mtmte #reader insert #whirl #ambulon #tailgate #swerve #getaway #maccadam #my writing #cybertronian culture #cybertronian biology #tf headcanons #guys functionist society was really fucking shitty #implied body modification #the ghost of the golden age still haunts cybertron

[carovolturi]

What if Bella after her turning into a vampire, doesn't agree on Jacob imprinting on her daughter? Does Bella kill Jacob?(After him wanting to abort her daughter, trying to kill Renesmee after she was born, then saying that he will be whatever she wants him to be and not allowing Bella to hold her baby; all this brings Bella to her limit. Don't forget the newborn strength and temper!) What do the Cullens and the pack do? In your opinion, how do the events continue in this alternative scenario?

Hello, dear asker (and apologies for the delay in answering; it has been Quite a busy time!)

If Bella’s “You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness monster,” somehow, does not prove to be unintentional comedic gold but a major plot point, and she manages to kill Jacob despite our pacifist patriarch’s resistance on this matter, IMO it would be…Unlikely, to say the least—but how might this happen?

I would say this happens because her newfound sister Rosalie supports her, Emmett sides with Rosalie, Edward laughs at his old competitor getting his ass kicked and does nothing, Alice for whatever reason thinks this decision of Bella’s leads to the Best Possible World and does nothing, Jasper sides with Alice, and Carlisle and Esme—seeing themselves outnumbered—feebly protest (to no avail) as Jacob is torn limb from limb.

How does this end?

I would say Not Well. Jacob may have defected from the pack, but his death still symbolizes a blatant violation of the treaty, and Sam’s pack gears up for war. Carlisle would attempt to hold peace talks, but since he stood by and let Jacob die, he doesn’t have much of a leg to stand on, and the Pack demands an eye for an eye: Edward’s death for Jacob’s, since they (correctly) assume he had it out for his romantic rival. Carlisle goes full martyr to protect the Prodigal Son and offers his life instead; the Wolf Pack (and Edward) vehemently refuse the terms; and they go to battle in the very clearing where they talk peace. I’m not sure Carlisle—who likely feels immense guilt for letting a (mostly) innocent person die—has the heart to defend himself; he likely is killed in action defending Edward, making the latter the new patriarch (because Character Development), and Esme might die as well (for similar reasons). Because of the Cullens’ gifts, including Bella’s new one (which presents as more physical than mental this time due to the nature of her need & is unlocked, this time, through sheer barbarian rage and not careful practice with Kate), the wolves are decimated. With their leader’s death, any survivors flee.

After that, if the Irina Snowflake Fiasco still occurs…The Cullen-Volturi confrontation does Not go as well. Since Carlisle is not there to gather peaceful witnesses (or reassure Aro through his presence), the “witnesses” that Edward manages to gather are more warhawks than witnesses, and Carlisle’s demise makes Aro less motivated to preserve the remaining Cullens’ lives, there is not a “trial” but rather a battle like the fake one in Breaking Dawn part II. If Bella’s shield, at this point, has expanded to become mental, they might stand a chance, but if it hasn’t (and even if it has), without the wolves the Cullens are likely overwhelmed by sheer force of number. The Cullens are obliterated; the Volturi win (albeit with some casualties) and thereby reestablish their dominance over the vampire world.

All that being said, this would of course never happen in canon…But wouldn’t you love to read a fanfic like that?

#your asks #twilight #twilight renaissance #aro volturi #twilight saga #volturi #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #jacob black #irina twilight #twilight headcanon #wolf pack #sam uley

[summergirl2408]

hellooooo

i came here to ask the expert (you) about cute and/or badass cat pokemons 😌😌

also here to ask how you're doing!!!! muah😘

You gotta know asking me about pokemon stuff is a dangerous thing cause I'm gonna full on go down this rabbit hole and provide you with a complete essay 😌👀

There are actually quite a few cat and/or cat-adjacent pokemon so I'll try to properly break it all down

Also I'll have to break this up in parts because of the image limit 😂

First up: pokemon that are undeniably a cat

Starting with what is definitely the most iconic cat pokemon and one of the most iconic pokemon overall: Meowth

Most iconic because a meowth is known as part of team rockets most iconic team aka Jessie, James and Meowth

This specific meowth is one of the only pokemon that can speak human language (in the pokemon anime)

There are some other pokemon in the anime that can technically speak human language by using telepathy, illusions or mind control (more often than not mind control of that specific meowth actually) but the number of pokemon speaking in a human language with their own mouth is at <5 I think

The reason why this meowth can speak human language (and also why it walks on 2 legs for that matter) is because he learned it to try and impress a female meowth but she rejected him anyways 🥲

Meowth can evolve into Persian

A persian also has quite a prevalent role in the pokemon anime as the main/companion pokemon of Giovanni, team rockets boss

(Ya know it's that whole "mafia boss turning around in his chair while slowly petting his cat"-trope)

Also fun fact: it is kind of an ongoing debate whether or not Giovannis Persian is a shiny because the shiny form of persian doesn't look that different from the normal one (the most obvious difference is the pink inner ear)

and in some shots of the anime the Persians ears do look somewhat pink-ish

I'm pretty sure the most common opinion is that it is not shiny tho as its first appearance in the anime actually predates the existance of shiny pokemon alltogether

Meowth also got 2 different regional forms by now (making it one of only 2 pokemon to have more than 1 regional form and the only one that has regional forms from more than 1 region)

First off we got alolan Meowth (alola being the region/country in the pokemon world this regional form occurs in)

this one is a dark type instead of the normal type the regular Meowth is

Alolan Meowth obviously then evolves into alolan Persian

which I always thought looked like it just got it's wisdom teeth out

Then we got the other regional form which is galarian Meowth

this one is a steel type and also partly based on a viking which becomes even more apparent in its evolution which isn't galarian Persian but instead is called Perrserker

Oh yeah and then there is also Meowths gigantamax form (a special battle gimmic from gen 8 that makes a pokemon giant and stronger and changes its form) and that one is legit just longcat

There are 2 starter pokemon (the ones you get to choose at the beginning of every pokemon game) that are also undeniably cats

For one we have Sprigatito

the grass type starter of gen 9 (that everyone refused to call anything besides weed cat when it was first revealed) which evolves into Floragato

and then Meowscarada

In its final evolution it is a grass and dark type inspired by magicians and masquerades (and btw this is the starter I chose this generation cause 1. cat and 2. I always choose the grass type starter)

Meowscarada also has a signature move that imo is really goodIt's a base 70 power physical move that always hits and always is a critical hit (meaning it does 1.5 times damage)

The other cat starter is Litten

the fire type starter from gen 7 which evolves into Torracat

this one also has some hints of a tiger in its looks which is why the final evolution of this line is covered further down in the cat-adjacent section

Next up we have Glameow

another normal type that evolves into Purugly

I really love this evolution line cause you got this dainty little kinda snooty cat that goes on to evolve into a mean grumpy chonker

Now to probably the most forgettable cat pokemon there is: Skitty

another normal type and genuinely 9 times out of 10 upon seeing this pokemon somewhere I'll go 'oh yeah that thing still exists'

It's evolution is covered further down in the maybe a cat section

Another one is Purrloin

a cute little dark type pokemon that along wirh sprigatito and glameow probably resembles a normal house cat the most

Still all in all a fairly forgettable pokemon

It's evolution can once again be found further down in the cat-adjacent section

Now to the last pokemon in the undeniably a cat section: Espurr

aka if a little child that accidentally walked in on its parents having sex was a pokemon (like look this thing in the eyes and tell me it hasn't seen things it shouldn't have)

Fittingly its a psychic type cause it probably took some psychic damage from that experience

It evolves into Meowstic

the first pokemon covered here with an obvious gender difference (the left one being the male form and the right one being the female)

Meowstic is kind of on the border between undeniably a cat and cat-adjacent tho as it is technically not based on a normal cat but on a nekomata, a kind of cat yokai from japanese folklore that, according to legend, can evolve from a normal house cat

#ask #asks #pokemon

[softersinned-arc]

happy sunday! let's talk abt why astoria's a bad partner. please note that if we have a ship i will discuss any and all of this with you prior to it coming up, should it ever be relevant:

she lies constantly. she will lie and say she loves someone when she doesn't, whether because they said it first or because she wants to avoid a breakup for whatever reason.

while she will not cheat on a partner she genuinely loves, everyone else is fair game, as far as she's concerned. iain is her ex-fiance in most verses, and she cheated on him repeatedly over the course of the years they were together.

if she's caught in a lie and can't get out of it, she switches off all her manipulations and just gets cold and detached. the one time iain confronted her about cheating her only response was to shrug and ask him if he wanted her to deny it. it was the only conversation they had on the subject.

when she does commit to someone, it's a real struggle not to go overboard, and it's not a fight she often wins. she becomes totally, entirely, irrevocably devoted; there is nothing she won't do and no line she won't cross*; she will often entirely rewrite her own code and world view to encompass her partner's. she's extremely impressionable in this regard.

she's the worst.

some totally neutral facts about her:

she really doesn't bother with the lying and the construction of this partnered-astoria identity she wears when she's hooking up. big fan of casual sex relationships. they're easier, they allow her to fulfill a physical need, and it's easily accessible company if she ever wants it.

however, casual sex relationships rarely, if ever, involve any of the bdsm elements that she prefers in her serious relationships. she'll get rough and enjoy some very mild bondage (think scarves and ties).

bisexual, without a slight preference for men.

and some positives:

she'll try most things once! she's adventurous by nature.

when she commits, she commits. no cheating, limited lying, deep and genuine affection, emotional openness and vulnerability. if she lies, it's for a damn good reason, and she's genuinely apologetic in the aftermath.

she's good in bed. lots of stamina. VERY bendy. she can put her legs behind her head. does she need to? no! is she gonna? yes!

sometimes extremely thoughtful. she'll remember their coffee order and bring them breakfast. she'll buy them little gifts she sees while she's out. she'll shower them with affection. she'll be their number one support any time they want or need her to be.

a wizard with a strap. and speaking of magic in the bedroom she WILL use actual magic in bed if her partner's down with it. think temperature play and little electric sparks.

unless she is, for some reason, hurting for money, she will very happily replace any lingerie her partner wants to rip. and frankly she'll do that even if she is working with a budget.

and finally: that girl may be chock full of emotional loneliness and intimacy issues and traumatic childhood but when she loves she loves. she loves hard and she loves unconditionally.

#(* within her own very limited code. it prevents her from doing very little.) #i. she had a marvelous time ruining everything. ( about )

[aloeverified]

Why All Might & Midoriya Are Disable-Coded, Using Spoon Theory

First things first, the definition of a disability defined by the ADA is a person who has a physical or mental impairment that substantially limits one or more major life activities, a person who has a history of such an impairment, or is seen as having such an impairment.

I want to take a moment to combine this with the social model of disability; the idea that people with disabilities are only disabled because the rest of the society around them has whatever ability that they lack.

An example of this is Gallaudet University, a college for deaf students. There, everyone is deaf and everything is suited to that idea. Everything there is structured around everyone in the community being deaf with ASL as the primary means of communication.

Within the walls of Gallaudet, deaf ceases to be a disability under the ADA's definition because it does not in any way impaire any of the students there from participating fully in that environment; but deafness is still a disability in the rest of the world because the rest of the world can hear and society is structured around that fact.

Okay, now that I've rambled on about disability terminology to you with an example, I'm going to explain how this has anything to do with BNHA.

Based off the social model of disability and the ADA's definition, being quirkless is essentially a disability.

The majority of the population having a quirk is part of the assumption by the people in the BNHA universe. Everyone's quirks are different, sure, but they're still an essential part of how people function — and as a whole — how society functions.

We know that BNHA's society has evolved to rely on quirks because of the whole hero/villain system. Quirks are essentially a physical characteristic, even if some people don't look any different because of their quirk (which is actually in the minority).

Even if someone doesn't have a quirk that's physically visable, they still rely on that quirk as a part of their body. Gran Torino even goes as far as to teach Midoriya that quirks are an extension to one's body and that's why Midoriya was struggling using One for All so much. This is because it wasn't always apart of him, sort of similar to having a prosthetic leg.

So for all intents and purposes, being quirkless in the society of BNHA fits under both the ADA definition of disability as well as under the social model.

But I want to talk about how Midoriya and All Might specifically are disabled (not just talking about his physical handicap: the hole in his stomach), and how this can be represented by something known as Spoon Theory.

As we know, All Might can only be in his Symbol of Peace form for a small number of hours a day: he only has a limited number of spoons. When he forces his body to function at full power or full energy outside of that number, there are real repercussions for that.

He's attempting to ignore the rules of Spoon Theory and his disability, and in so doing, he's doing lasting damage to his body.

Now, let's look at Midoriya. He's disabled in the sense that he doesn't have a quirk, but then he's given a quirk. However, that doesn't actually mean the removal of his disability.

Think of One for All like a prosthetic leg (again). Yes, it allows him to get up and walk around again, but it's still not the same as having his own organic legs and therefore taxes his body in a way that walking typically wouldn't for those who don't use prosthetics (those who are born with a quirk).

He has a finite number spoons, therefore he has a finite number of times he can use All for One in a given period, and and every time he uses it, he pushes his body harder than his body is meant to be pushed.

Think about the Sports Festival. In the first round, he knows he shouldn't use his quirk because he can only use it a certain number of times, and that using it up, using up his spoons, means he won't be able to function later on and his body won't work how he needs it to later.

In the first round, he finds a way to accommodate himself without using his quirk. In the second round, he does everything physically possible not to use his quirk for the same reason. However, in his third round, he has no choice but to use All for One.

Every time he uses his ability, every time he pushes his body harder than he should, there is a physical response: his broken fingers. There is only so many times he can break his fingers — an even if it's hurting him, it's within the limits of his spoons.

Once he pushes himself too far and breaks all his fingers, he's out of all his spoons. However, he still pushes himself. Because of this, he has to deal with the repercussions: after his fight, Recovery Girl tells him that his fingers won't fully heal.

Going over his spoon limit has permanent consequences, just like how All Might's time in his other form is decreased every time he pushes himself to use All for One for too long. When Deku's fingers don't fully heal, the point being made is that if you push yourself too hard, there can be serious outcomes that can't be reversed: this is the point of Spoon Theory.

Spoon Theory is all about the usage of energy. It's the idea that a person with a disability has only a finite amount of energy; 5 spoons today, 4 spoons tomorrow, etc.

That doing a thing or taking an action costs a spoon — or in the case of Deku, trying to use the full force of AFO, it costs a lot of spoons; as many spoons as he has. It's an issue that isn't held by people who are born with a quirk.

People born with quirks are completely capable of being worn out and tired if they use their quirks for prolonged amounts of time, but they're not in danger of damaging their body in the same way and they can push a lot farther then Deku can, simply because their quirks are part of their bodies and therefore they don't risks damaging them everytime they use their quirk. They don't have a finite number of spoons or uses, they can keep on using their quirk until they get tired.

Side Note: I don't think that just because a character born in a specific fantasy world doesn't have powers means they're disabled; I just feel like this specific case shows how that can be the case — similar to Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House.

I also wrote this around 2020 and have had it lying in my drafts, so I'm not sure if everything still lines up with how Deku currently uses OFA. I just thought it was interesting as a disabled person how Deku and All Might were so relatable, even if it wasn't intentional.

#a few other people have made posts like this but i didn't want to just delete this so im posting it #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #yagi toshinori #all might #bnha headcanons #spoon theory #aloeverants

[necroneos]

Viola&Formaggio HCs

Although it's described as “love at first sight”, Viola says her sudden attraction to Formaggio was like this: “I don't know what it was. When I laid eyes on him, I was bewitched. Something about him drew me in. Maybe it was the charisma he exude. Maybe it was something else. Although I was warned he was a womanizer, something inside me wanted to go anyway. My mind told me that he was impossible, that nothing would possibly come to fruition. Yet my legs moved anyway and before I knew it I was standing at the bar and talking to him.”

The only reason Formaggio and Viola were able to talk to each other on a somewhat regular basis (mostly text for a while) in the beginning was because he pitied and humored her. Her statement of: “Is it so wrong for a person – no, a human - to crave attention?” stood out to him and he sympathized. It was also a matter of playing a small game of cat and mouse. He could see the attraction she had for him and couldn't help but chase.

His sympathy was what made him offer his number so she had somebody to talk to.

In normal circumstances, especially with a girl that's introverted with piss poor social skills, a romantic relationship wouldn't be something that would bloom. The catalyst was the offering of his number.

While his phone number was the catalyst, what really built the relationship was a mix of Viola's knowledge of psychology, how well she could possibly read him, her instincts, her thoughtfulness, and her being her.

If they aren't chilling at each other's apartments or walking around town, the two of them will sometimes take a day trip to have some fun. He wants to show her more of Italy and for her to have fun.

He, alongside Anguria, help expand her palate when it comes to food. She's a picky eater so her roommate and him are always putting in the effort to make her try new things. The two of them also help her eat more regularly since she can forget to eat a meal or skip it in favor of doing something else.

7 times out of 10 he falls for the puppy dog eyes.

Formaggio spoils Viola rotten. One of his love languages is giving gifts and while he may not get all of them legally, he loves to give her things she eyes sometimes. Especially those ice cream sandwiches with the full sized cookies on the top and bottom. His eyes always light up when he sees her wearing or using something he got her.

His other love language is physical touch. It's a slight force of habit from when he was regularly taking women back to his apartment. More often than not it's just his quiet way of showing affection.

Without a doubt, she's the sap and he's the 'I'll never let myself get so sappy!'. He's also the type to, while he says they're just friends, he's helping wipe something off her face.

He loves to fluster/rile her up. And tease her relentlessly. He finds her flustered expression to be utterly adorable. He's also the only person who she's shown the most facial expressions to. Although she doesn't know it, she wears her heart on her sleeve when she's with him.

She's a practical joker and brat with him sometimes, just to get a reaction out of him. But it's always light-hearted. Although more often than not he finds a way to get her flustered after said little prank.

In the beginning of their relationship, there was a lot of sexual tension. They weren't together before, so anything they fantasized about each other before isn't off limits any more. However, because of the two's expectations of the other, a tension formed. Viola wanted him to be the one to take charge, initiate everything, and be a bit aggressive. Meanwhile Formaggio was expecting, like with all other girls he's toyed with, for her to chase after him desperately for his attention. Neither of them were mind readers, so they had to sit down and voice their thoughts.

He calls her a variety of nicknames, but his most common one is Vivi. Taken, obviously, from the first part of her name. She never lets anybody but him call her that. As for pet names, he often calls her Princess unironically.

Anguria and Viola have a video recording of Formaggio drunkenly singing 'Livin' La Vida Loca' at the bar they all go to. He doesn't know about this yet and Anguria plans to use it as blackmail at a later date to make him do something like pay for both of their drinks if they go out drinking.

If football is playing on the TV, she'll take her nap on the couch with her head on his lap. Depending on his mood he'll either pet her hair or leave it alone. There's been more than one instance where she fell asleep while he was petting her hair and she drooled a little on his pants.

She has him pavlov'd. She's conditioned him to react in certain ways to certain actions (ex wearing a specific perfume and it gets him physically excited because oh yeah I'm getting some tonight!!)

She loves to be a little minx towards him in public sometimes to rile him up. It's just another way of her being bratty. She knows he can't do anything to her while they're out walking and she loves seeing how riled up he is. To say the least, the second they get to a semi-private to private area he's pouncing her.

This man, without a fucking doubt, has a huge corruption kink for Viola. He wants to ruin and corrupt this girl.

BONUS: I have a YouTube playlist for them, if anyone is interested~

#jojo's bizarre adventure #viola irving #viola irving (f!verse) #viola irving (jjba) #self-insert #self insert #generalized self-insert #my oc #idk if i should add formaggio but fuck it #formaggio #formaggio (jjba) #headcanons #headcanon

[sly-merlin]

KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff)  angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or            

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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A/N : this chapter marks the celebration of this blog surpassing 600 followers! thank you so much for all the support! also for minor readers, the sfw versions of nsfw chapters are given at the end of the masterlist so check those properly before reading.

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

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Okay but having The Talk™ with Mando about his big dick and he's insecure about it because he doesn't know that a big dick is what the people want and you're like??? It's what every space porn star would love to have

EHEHEHEH this ones for @disneydaddyevans​ thank you for the filthy ideas for this continuation but also thank u to @whenimaunicorn for the original prompt!

original prompt: din has a big dick and doesn’t know it 

nsfw. real nsfw. enjoy!

- the discussion begins after mando finishes fucking you spineless into the razor crest’s floor. 

- he was sweet at first; slow like you had asked, his fingers splayed over the soft curve of your torso as his thumb works your clit to make sure you stay nice and wet for him, but every time he drags his thumb over the little cluster of oversensitive nerve endings it only makes you tighten around him even harder. he has to push through every unforgiving squeeze, fuck you hard and deep rather than fast. he grinds into you and you swear you feel that right in your spine.

- mando thinks you’ve got the tightest little pussy he’s ever felt in his entire life — even if the number of pussies he’s had in his entire life isn’t… exactly the most impressive list. 

- it isn’t until after — when he leans his body into yours with his head on your breast and his cock wedged even deeper in your walls thanks to the extra press of his full weight on you — that you first bring the ‘issue’ to his attention. 

- you must have waited at least five restless minutes before you finally spoke, softly hesitant and a little bewildered: “are— are you still hard?” 

- he hesitates for a second, almost like he’s checking in with himself. gives a little thrust just to be sure and you gasp at the friction of it, “no,” he admits, a little unsure as to why you’d asked something like that, “i— i don’t think so?” 

- “by the maker,” you shiver out, giving a small testing squeeze of your walls and truly finding that his cock has filled you — there isn’t any room for you to tighten around him beyond this; it’s too snug of a fit. no wonder he had still felt unbelievably hard still. he tries to draw back and you hiss softly, grabbing his arm to stop him. he freezes immediately, fear touching his voice then. 

- “am i hurting you?” 

- he’s not; not really. you’re just not as wet as you had been when you got yourself in this situation. 

- “you’re just— really fucking big, mando,” you grunt out as he lifts his weight off of you slightly, your body half following his movements in thanks to the vice grip you’ve got on his cock. you think by the tickle of hair against your left shoulder that he’s probably tilted his head down to see where he’s nestled between your bodies. 

- “are you sure you’re not just—” his words break off into a shared groan between the two of you as your walls flutter to life around him, contracting tighter as he makes another small testing attempt to pull out, “— really tight?” 

- why is he downplaying what you can both feel between the two of you? 

- “thanks for the compliment,” you laugh breathlessly, “but it’s a little undeserved on my end.” 

- you’re half shaking when he finally does pull out of you and you know that you’re not the one with a size issue here when his cum gushes out of you, its exit previously hindered by how fucking perfectly he had been stuffed inside of you. 

- he’s a little grateful you can’t see the way his eyes are trained on the obscene image of your abused hole, blushed pink and smeared with his seed, fluttering against the emptiness he’s left, and he really wants to ignore the way his cock stirs back to life at the sight. how had all of that been held inside of you? 

- he feels a little guilty that he wants to fuck you again and there’s an unsureness about if you even want him to. something nags at him at the sight of you like this — at the insinuation’s you’re making, too. 

- “you would tell me if i hurt you, right? if— if it wasn’t good, for you—” 

- you’re stunned at his words; stunned enough that you could almost laugh at it but you don’t because there’s something so vulnerable about the way he says it. there’s genuine concern there; it’s shy and worried and —

- ah. you think, there it is. the insecurity you had prodded at earlier; the question he had dodged. 

- his words spoke to inexperience, not necessarily virgin but something akin to it. you must have hit the nerve of the issue with your alarmed questioning. it seems to you that he truly doesn’t know if his size is a good thing, and your words must have freaked him out because of his lack of an experience gauge to know where he stood. 

- “mando—” your voice is firm when you interrupt him. your movements are heavy with exhaustion but you collect yourself on your knees and reach for him. his hands are on you, guiding you without leading you anywhere you don’t want to go. you set your hands on his shoulders and apply enough pressure to get him to lay back. the movements are a little ungraceful without visual coordination, but he relents to you, “— did you not just see me cum so hard on that cock that i lost feeling in my right leg? or did you want to see me do it again — just to make sure you’re looking this time.” 

- as endearing as his insecurity and meek humility is, you want him to fuck you with full conviction. you want him to know that you could take it. that he never needed to be insecure with you.

- you can feel how hard he is already when you lower yourself against his lap and you bite your lip as you feel the hard length of him press between your cunt and his own stomach. he divides you there, splits the soft seam of your pussy against the underside of his cock as you slowly grind your clit into him. his hands are on your hips immediately, fingers digging into your hipbone and the soft curve of your backside as you hold his wrists for stability and hope he’s watching close because you’re about to show him just how good he is for you. 

- it’s an easy lesson and mando has always been a quick learner. you fuck yourself easy against his cock and the pressure of your body and the warmth of both your wetness and his cum mixing against his skin is enough to cement whatever this lesson is into his head. you take his right hand, brace yourself higher on his chest with your other hand, and guide his fingers to your cunt. 

- “feel me,” you coo, the word quiet and begging though you mean it to be authoritative and reassuring. you gasp soft when he eagerly presses his fingers into the swollen flesh of you. he doesn’t have to touch you to know you’re soaked; he can see the proof of it — feel it spread across his cock and dripping down to his balls. a small shaky smile appears on your lips as your spine straightens up the minute his finger brushes against your swollen clit. you squeeze his wrist. “do you feel that, mando?” 

- “wet enough,” you and him jointly say; your tone quiet and teaching, but his was entirely enthralled. 

- you nod and laugh breathlessly as he presses into your clit, eager to please for his own selfish enjoyment, but you snatch his hand away before he can get too carried off. 

- “get me wet like this and you’ll never have to worry about hurting me — not unless i want you to.” 

- you feel his cock jump against your inner thigh at that gentle insinuation and the corner of your lip quirks up a little at the thought of prying into your mandalorian’s shamefully hidden kinks. you store that thought away for later — another lesson for another time. 

- finally, you lift yourself properly onto your knees, giving yourself enough space as you blindly pat around his lower stomach until he gently catches your wrist — just as he had earlier that night — and guides your grasp where it needed to go. 

- you smile at him and he catches the tail end of the expression as you line him up at your entrance before sinking down onto him. he sees the smile falter but never fade and there’s a gentle concentration to your delicate features as you manage past the head of his cock before pausing, lifting yourself slightly before lowering down again, further this time. 

- he wants to guide you; pull you down and close the gap, but something tells him that this is the lesson you’re trying to show him — this torturous drag as he learns your body’s limits. 

- you don’t take him in one fell swoop. you work him into your body, and even though he can feel just how slick you are it still takes several push and pulls before your pussy is firmly planted around the base of his cock. by the time you finally sit back with your hands resting against his stomach, you’re both winded. 

- “just like that,” you moan out, your breasts jostling gently with every ragged breath you take. you squeeze around him once, twice, testing how much you can get away with as he tries his hardest not to buck up into you. “how you holding up down there, mando? you still with me?” 

- “y-yeah,” he stammers out, “still with you. are you okay?” 

- you push yourself down against his cock until he bumps hard into your cervix. your back arches deep at the splendid mix of pleasure and fullness and pain and him. everywhere. there’s no part of you that isn’t filled with him and you shudder as he groans something filthy beneath you. his cock twitches up inside of you and every muscle in his body threatens to go taut at your wet grip on him. 

- “does that feel okay to you?” you preen, slowly lifting yourself just a few inches before taking him back inside of you again. it’s easier this time; he slips through your walls without that initial resistance, and he etches the lesson into his brain. “feels— feels just about r-right to me,” you say. 

- he watches you as you pick up the speed; his back lifting off the ground just so he can reach down low enough and grab your ass, squeezing hard as he indirectly guides your hips down against him. you don’t miss the sneaky way he presses you down when you drop against his cock, holding you there for a second longer than you need to be before allowing you to lift yourself again. 

- it’s mando that cums first this time. his body going hard and rigid against the ship’s floor as he finally loses the restraint he had so obediently held, rutting his hips up against yours with a sharp urgent roughness to it. you don’t think he means to be rough, it might just be his nature of things; but you’re not complaining when he commands your hips in the expanse of his hands and pulls you down until he feels the swollen flesh of your pussy squish against his skin. he cums then, deep and forceful enough that you swear you feel even fuller than you had on his cock alone. 

- “fu-fuck—” your words are whiny and high and you clench down as much as you can granted how magnificently he has stretched you around him. you take his hand again, finding it in the dark and you press it firmly into your pelvis until you feel the pressure both from within you and outside of you at the same time. “so—so good— i can feel you, mando. i feel you.”  

- you feel the muscles along his stomach go completely tense under your fingertips as you catch yourself against him for stability. his hand stays pressed into your lower half and, maker, you wish you could see him. his cock jerks inside of you again and you blush at how indescribable the feeling of him cumming so hard while shafted so deep in your body is. 

- you know you’re close and you half intended to get yourself off after he had cum anyway, but he catches you by surprise when he presses his other hand against your lower back and sits up. you jump and pull your hips back slightly, the new position hitting you somewhere deeper and a little painful as he moves his hand that had been on your stomach down between your bodies.

- it doesn’t take much. you can’t hold out — not with the way he ducks his head and catches your nipple in that warm mouth of his that’s always mercilessly hidden behind that glimmering beskar helmet. not with the way his fingers dip into your folds and stroke your sore clit hard and quick. not with the way his softening cock is still stretching you wide open. 

- you scream when you cum this time; the force of it knocking the sound straight from your lungs as he locks his arm around your waist and drags you into his chest, letting you squirm in his grip without the fear of you bucking him out of you. 

- mando swears he could have cum again just from the way your walls squeeze viciously around him and the warm gush of your orgasm coating his length, allowing you to slip down on his cock just an inch or so more. your hips circle against him with a franticness, like your body has a mind of its own and a mission to milk his cock for all its worth. 

- he doesn’t stop touching your clit until your body goes soft and weak against him, collapsing completely into his chest as you kiss him everywhere your mouth can reach. they’re open mouthed and sloppy and you gasp against his skin as he slips his hand up the sweaty expanse of your back, cupping his fingers at the back of your neck. 

- he cradles you there as you come down, your pussy offering little squeezing aftershocks that make your skin raise in goosebumps. your hands wrap loosely around his sides and you press your fingers into the skin of his back. it’s intimate; more so with him still pressed home inside your inviting body. 

- “still with me?” he asks after a moment, tilting his head down to look at your still blindfolded eyes. his lips graze over your forehead and you hum at the small scratch of facial hair against your skin. 

- “no,” you murmur, “you’ve killed me and that cock of yours is the culprit.” 

- he chuckles and the sound vibrates straight through you. you press your fingers deeper against his skin, hold him tighter, and listen to the uninhibited sound of his laughter.

- “i guess i’ll take that compliment.” 

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Match up, No. 9

@starlightbydaybright hat gefragt:

Hello! Saw you were taking match-ups and I was wondering if I could request one. Only done one before for another fandom, and I was wondering who I’d align with for One Piece ^^

I'm an INFP and generally an introvert, finding it difficult to express myself when I'm around people I'm unfamiliar with or just not close to. I can be both quiet and shy; quiet when I have no interest in making good impression on that person (a stranger I'll see once and never again) and shy when I'm genuinely trying to make myself acceptable to them. But, I do trust easily, so it's not hard to get close enough with me that I'll open up about almost everything, so long as they understand have my boundaries (that'll shift depending on how close). I'm also very affectionate with people I'm close with, particularly through physical touch, since I've been pretty touch starved. If you're close friends with me, you can find me constantly looking for a hug, but I can respect boundaries since not everyone enjoys contact.

The situation would be a bit different romance wise, since I’d revert a bit back to my introverted side, but also very affection-seeking at the same time. I say affection seeking as in I’d crave time and activities spent together with them, but I’d be afraid to ask/initiate, at least during the early beginnings of the relationship. I’d be constantly seeking affirmation of their love, and since I’ve never been in a relationship before (but desperately wanted one), they’d be constantly receiving my love too ❤️

While being an introvert in reality, I find it much easier to speak with confidence online. as I actually have time to contemplate what I can say. It's when I'm either with close friends or on the internet, that I can go on passionate endless rants or show my passive aggressive side. I'm usually pacifist, but if something irks me enough, I can and will pitch in snide/sarcastic remark or two, or if it's more serious; I will write out whole sophisticated and well worded paragraph that'd sound all polite with a hidden snarky tone.

I'm pretty much a hopeless romantic, so there's lot of couple things I want to try when I find someone. Back hugs, bridal carry, tickle fights, you name it. While I do enjoy these displays of affection (comes with the happy kind of embarrassment aka. I feel embarrassed that others sees it but I’m happy because I know they’re not doing it out of maliciousness and because they truly love me), small gestures are appreciated too; a gentle squeeze of the hand, a passing smile, etc.

As for hobbies, I enjoy reading, writing, (occasionally) drawing, but most of all; probably singing. I enjoy a wide variety of songs, depending on what mood I'm in, but I particularly like songs about love. Looking for someone to sing the duet love songs with me, doesn't matter how good or bad they are at singing. They can be tone deaf for all I care, it's the thought that matters 😊

I'm very emotionally sensitive, and can both laugh and cry easily. A random stranger online wished me good day? I'll be in good mood for awhile. Watched a 'mildly' sad movie? (Extra emphasis on mildly) I better have new box of tissue on the side just in case. It'd be nice to have someone that can either comfort me or at least tolerate my emotions, so I wouldn't be irking them 😞

I don't really have a type when looking for significant other but being an INFP does make the romance thing complicated. It'd be nice to have someone that's far along on the extroverted side (just not happy go lucky and can be serious) since, despite being introverted, I like to experience new things. I'm just too afraid to try alone and prefer it if someone else recommends it first. Someone to prompt me and nudge me to do something, but won’t take it too far if I really looked uncomfortable. (I’m also a procrastinator so they gotta find out the right ratio between pushing vs. taking it too far 😅) In relationship, I'd value trust and loyalty the most, since both are important in keeping the healthy relationship. If both sides could equally trust and be trusted, then there wouldn't be place for insecurity or fear. This ties in with another part of me being an INFP; I want a relationship that lasts forever. While it's weird to decide how long lasting the love will be early in the relationship, I don't think I can fully commit myself to someone, knowing that it'll end (through the other side falling out of love with me, finding interest in someone else, etc.) (natural causes like death are fine, even though I will still be sad 🥲)

As for appearance, I’m a 5”4 female with slightly wavy black hair that reach nearly to my waist. I don’t think I’m particularly short, but then again, every anime character seems to be straight up giants XD (Man, I was born with the wrong genes) I’m overall very plain, with black hair, brown eyes, but I’ve always been told I had pretty long eyelashes and big bright eyes. Average weight for my height, and flat chested :’)

As for the preference for gender, I’m mainly attracted to guys. I had some (very few) crushes on a small selection of female anime characters, but that were very rare, like 3, compared to my (insert large number) male crushes

Thank you in advance and sorry for how long this is 😔

P.s. I feel like I need to emphasize I’m still an introvert, since the personality I described is only limited to my very small friend group

a/n:

Hey there? How are you doing? Thank you so much for requesting. First off I should be apologizing for making you wait so long. I hope you´re not mad at me but lately there is a lot happening in my life. In my private life but also in my college life. But let´s put that aside and get to your request.

I have to thank you for the detailed info about you because that helped me to choose a match up for you so much. Like I instantly could think of someone. Not only did it help me to match you up with someone but also to come up with a plot. So I came up with this little imagine/hedcanon… I really don´t know what to call my work for the imaginies so I go with work. XD Anyways I really don´t know what to do at this point. Your request and your personality gave me such a good idea for a plot that I tried my best to keep it short because I decided to turn this request and my ideas and thoughts that are flying around in my mind to an actual FANFICTION! AHHHHHHHH. I can´t stop thinking about it. The idea sounds so damn good in my head that it makes me smile like an idiot right now! Uff I can´t wait to find time writing it down. AHAHH, but I fear that I already gave aways so much with this!!!! *pouts Doesn´t matter I´ll do it anyways. AHHHHHHHHHHH Thank you so damn much for requesting!

Anyways! Back to my work now. If there is anything that bothers you or you simply hate please make sure to tell me so I can change it and give you whatever you´d like. Other than that happy reading my dear!

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): Maybe grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I´m still improving in every aspect (Please have mercy on that.)

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: I sadly don't know. Please tell me of you know so I can give credits. Thank you in advance. !!!

· I decided to pair you up with KILLER

· Like am I the only person that thinks that he is not getting the screen time and appreciation he deserves? Because that is the damn case! ODA GIVE THIS MAN THE LOVE AND APPRECIATION HE DESERVES. And while we´re at it I wouldn´t mind if I would get a bit more of Eustass Kid too… Thank you in advance. <3

· But that’s not the point. Please dear requesting beautiful human being give this man and me, your hopelessly dreamy author a chance. Thank you, I really appreciate. <3

· aNyWaYssssS.

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· “y/n? Are you still awake?”, asked the blond man softly. “No worries I won´t make you carry me to bed again.”, you said with a giggle. You couldn´t see his face but you knew that he was smiling. “I don´t mind that you know? I like having you close to me without having to fear to see you hid under the blanket for who knows how long.”, you rolled you eyes and hit his arms. “That only happened because that idiot captain of yours annoyed the hell out of me. That was embarrassing Killer.”, you slowly put one leg over the railing and then the next one. Making sure you don´t fall down the ship. “What happened? Didn´t you drag me out our cabin to watch the stars?”, asked the muscular man who held you close to him while making sure you didn´t fell. “I did but now I´d like to look at something different. Something even more beautiful. Something that gives me warmth and happiness. Something that keeps me alive and always makes sure I am doing fine.”, talking to the blond pirate while sitting at the railing was one of the rare moments you were close to an eye level with him. “You mean my mask?”, asked the man with a tiled head that got you to roll your eyes and hit his chest. “Great you destroyed the sweet moment. I hate you. Make a step back so I can get down. I want to go back to bed and drown in regret of dating you.”, you tried to push him away but he was obviously stronger and threw you over his shoulder. “Of course you hate me. That was also the exact same thing you were moaning a while ago. Let´s go back to bed nerd.”

· As sweet and loving your relationship was now with the pirate it also started like that. Wanna know how? Alright let me get comfortable in my bed and get started. Story TIIMMMEEEE!!!

· An island well known for their universities and scientist. An island full of top ranked doctors.

· Physics, chemistry, biology, astrology was well thaught in the schools of the island. An island well known around the world. An island ruled by a powerful devil fruit user.

· An island in which every civilian had a talent in another field. And you? You sadly had an impressive talent for languages.

· Why sadly you wonder? Well the amount of times you had to run for your dear life because some pirates could come and kidnap you and make you read the poneglyphs is immense.

· Once even the infamous Red haired Shanks came and asked you with the hope to have someone who could read them. But sadly you couldn´t. You told him that you were done with pirates coming for you or your best friends. You regretted learning all of that and hated yourself for that. Shanks and Beckman to whom your were talking to really felt bad for you and claimed the island as their territory after they had a chat with ruler and made a deal.

· That was that saved you and your friends for years and made you happy. You were thankful to the red hair pirates and always treated them with meals and drinks when they came visiting the island. You were happy for 5 years. 5 years until these stupid reckless pirates came.

· And now? Now you hated yourself all over again

· You knew that not every pirate was like the red hair pirates. Nice and respectful. They didn´t kill innocent people and destroyed civilizations only to get some gold and diamonds. But these? These were horrible. Cold and cruel.

· “Someone make this btch talk otherwise I´ll do it by cutting her into pieces only stropping when IT actually starts to answer my god damn questions!”, screamed a tall and guy with red hair.

· You were scared. Tied on a mast on their ship, you feared for your life. Screaming for help was not an option since you were already on the sea since a while now.

· The man that was yelling at you none stop was now holding a blond man with a mask at his collar and growling at him. The man might have a mask on but you somehow had the feeling that he was talking to the man with the red fur coat. “Clear the deck! NOW!!”; yelled the man before he left inside the ship. Slowly every man on deck was leaving you alone. You wanted to ask them were or why the left but you knew that they wouldn´t give you an answer. You were a prisoner. A captive. A pathetic human they took on board. With the last pirate leaving you behind, a door that was located behind the mast you were tied on closed while the need to cry grew inside of you. How long am I here by now? One hour? Two or three? Was anyone missing me back at home? Were they already looking for me? Thoughts that occupied your mind were blurring your vision. You were looking right in front of you but also not. Your eyes were wide open but your vision was back at home. Home were you belonged.

· “Hey. Hey can you hear me? Hey you alright, woman? Hello?”, a man was squatting in front of you and waving with his hands in front of your face. You were deeply lost in your thoughts that you neither heard him coming nor saw him sitting right in front of you.

· But the moment he touched you tight you screamed and got back to reality. “Please don´t touch me. Please don´t hurt me. Please I beg you. Please.”, fear was written all over your face. You saw yourself death with a huge puddle of your blood. “Alright I won´t touch you. It´s just that I´ve been sitting in front of you for 5 minutes now and the only thing you did was breath and say no. Anyways here is something to drink. You´ve been her for four hours now. Half of the time unconscious and the other one either basically mute or in a trance.”, the guy in front of you was the same one who got the mad man to leave and clear the deck. It made you wonder who he was that he had such a power but you didn´t dare to ask. “Here I hold it for you and you drink.”, the glass was put on your lips and you drank. You didn´t knew how thirsty you were until your lungs were wetted by the water. Finished drinking he put a blanket over your legs since the position your were in didn´t allow you to cover yourself properly. And the fact that you were wearing a dress wasn´t helping at all.

· “Alright. You had something to drink I got you a blanket now tell me are you able to talk to me and answer my questions?”, you nodded. “Good. Now listen to me. There is this language that is called Krisanasy. As far as I know there is a tiny amount of people who are able to speak that and you are one of these. Am I right?”, you nodded. “How well are you in it?”, you gulped and looked at the man with the mask “I know the most important basics. I remember basic grammar rules and a good amount of vocabulary but I´m not that good in it. I didn´t worked with anything that included this language since years now.”, the masked man nodded and fully sat down now. “Would you be able to get back in it if you had some books and scripts to work with?”, slowly you understood where this was supposed to lead. You knew that if you said yes they would keep you as their prisoner and make your work for them. And if they had everything they would kill you because there would be no more use for you. But if you said no now and refused to talk to him he would probably also kill you. You were in a dilemma. You didn´t wanted to die but also didn´t wanted to die after you helped them. They were criminals. Feared and hated by the government and any human around the world. You looked down on your lap and let your head fall forward so your long black hair covered your face. “Hey I asked you something. Would you be able to do that?”, his voice was deep and rough but in the same time soft and gentle. That irritated you. it make you realize that him being nice to you now was just a way to get under your skin and make you do whatever they wanted. And then they simply would kill you in the most brutal and cruel way. “Hey, woman. Are you listening?”, you felt helpless. “I don´t want to die. Please let me go. Please. I beg you. Please.”, tears were streaming down you cheeks you couldn´t hold back anymore. He came closer and lifted you face. “Listen here you are a smart woman. Stop crying for fcks sake. If I would be you I would have made these pirates work for me. Use your damn brain and stop crying. Do you really think anyone in here would kill you? Heck no! They need your help. They need your brain because all of them are basically stupid. Like damn I need you to answer all of my questions before my captain with anger issues comes and beats the sht out of me. Now answer me woman. Are you able to get back in it if we got you some scripts to work on?”, you nodded while more tears streamed down you cheeks. You felt pathetic. You felt worthless and used. Helping them would turn you into a criminal too and ruin everything you worked on. Everything the emperor did for you and the island would be wasted. “See wasn’t that hard to answer.”

· The questioning went on for a while you didn´t know for how long but you knew that a long time passed since the sun stared to set. “Alright. Now I give you two options. One, stay here. Tied up on the mast no matter what kind of weather we face. Two you swear to obey me no matter what kind of order I give you and you will be able to sleep on a bed. You will get food and tomorrow you will start working on the scripts we give you. You choose.”, with your head hung lowly you said number two and instantly got released from the chains and handcuffs. He helped you stand up and covered you in the blanket before he led you into his cabin. “Wait here. Sit there and don´t do anything stupid as long as I´m not here. If you do anything stupid I won´t be able to help you. Got it?”, he didn´t even wait until you answered or gave any reaction he simply left and closed the door after him. So you waited while sitting with a lowly hung head. Minutes passed and he came back. “Your clothes are dirty. The bathroom is empty so you can take a bath or shower. Anything you want but I´ll be in the room with you. Because of one I have to make sure no one is coming in and secondly to watch over you and make sure you don´t do anything stupid. Got it. Fine. Take this towel and these clothes. We don´t have any female crewmates so you have to be wearing with my clothes until we dock on another island and you get to buy clothes.”

· The man with the mask took care of you for the rest of the day. He took you to shower and gave you fresh clothes. You had dinner with him alone in the kitchen when no one was around and got back to sleep. And no matter what you did he made sure to keep a respectful distance towards you. Whenever he had to come closer or touch you to take care of your wounds he would warn you. The day kept going like that. Nothing else was said about the following days and the thing they wanted you for. Only necessary things were said that were needed at the moment. And you only gave short replays or only answered with a head movement.

· Slowly the day passed by and the night took over with the moon putting the world alight. You were back in his cabin with him sitting on an armchair and you lying in bed sleeping with one hand tied up on the bed.

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[howlingday]

How does Neo mark her Jauney boi?

"Ah, there you are Neo!" Roman exclaimed with delight as he saw his right hand woman enter. In her right hand was Hush, sheathed within it's parasol disguise, and in her left, and up to her ear, was her scroll. She gave a small wave with her closed fist around Hush as she made her way to the couch. She threw herself against the soft cushions as she spread her arms and legs, stretching them to their limits until finally exhaling and relaxing her body.

Roman noticed a mop of blonde hair on her scroll, but didn't say anything. Neo preferred her private conversations as that; private. His smile softened to one like that of a proud father, as his assistant seemed pleased with her current prospect, as this one was her longest one yet: three weeks. Everyone before lasted only two days.

Neo pursed her lips as she faced the image on her scroll before hanging up. She set the scroll on the couch and leaped into the air, and walked to the kitchenette. Smiling, she opened the freezer. Inside, she grabbed a tub of ice cream and shut the door as she walked to the utensils drawer and retrieved a spoon. She set them both on the table, sat down, and looked at her employer.

"What?" Roman asked. Neo rolled her eyes and waved her hand, gesturing him to speak. "I have no idea what you're talking about." His "innocent" smile lying to her, right in front of her ice cream. She pouted. "Alright, alright! So, what did you and the blonde beansprout talk about?" Neo pouted harder, opening the her tub ice cream.

Roman laughed as she angrily dug into her "meal." Honestly, working as an assassin/bodyguard did her a lot of favors in killing fat and calories. He drew a cigar from his pocket and lit it, savoring the flavor as the nicotine oozed in.

"So you and the kid are getting along well, right? Just be careful. I can name three reasons you shouldn't be getting involved." Neo raised an eyebrow as she took another spoonful into her mouth. He took a puff and exhaled as he explained. "One, he's a former client, and you know how I feel about revolving doors. We helped him forge those papers to get him into Beacon, which is another reason in itself, since his job includes fighting us."

Neo rolled her eyes, waving her spoon at him. She was well aware of both issues, but she didn't see an issue with either. Her boyfriend was already nervous about getting into Beacon this way, so she doubted him wanting to get into this kind of business. It was cute, in a way, him wanting to help people and save lives. Besides, even if he does well, he couldn't hit her if he tried. She was just too good.

"Next," Roman continued, "he's still young. Younger than you. Younger than the law likes. Wrong people catch wind of this, and you're in jail forever, and I say that because those kinds of criminals never last long in there. And I know kids these days like that stupid math excuse, but 23 and 17 just aren't numbers I'm comfortable with."

Neo was starting to feel like a film reel with how much her eyes were rolling. Was he 17? Yes. Was the age of consent 18? Yes. Did she force herself on him? Did she sleep with him? Did she drug him and sample the goods herself? Absolutely not on all three accounts.

"And last, but not least," Roman put out his cigar in the ashtray, "he's a wuss. He joined a Huntsman Academy with no training, no aura, and a weapon he stole from mommy and daddy. The kid's as good as dead, so you shouldn't be getting attached."

Neo stabbed her half-full tub and glared at Roman with seething anger. Was he the strongest guy around? No. Was he the smartest? No. But neither of things mattered, because she lo- really liked him.

Roman sighed and began waving his hands and wiggling his fingers. Neo understood him perfectly. 'Just because a guy can do this doesn't mean he's a good guy.'

"I'm only saying these things because I care, Neo. I know you care about him, but what's going to stop him from breaking your heart and shacking up with one of those Beacon girls?"

Neo smirked. It was her turn to sign. 'Because of this.' Neo then opened her jacket and lifted her shirt. There, just below her belly button, was a tattoo of two yellow, curved lines.

"So you got a tattoo of his family crest. Big whoop! He could still cheat." Roman sat unimpressed. Neo signed again, and this caught his attention. "What do you mean, 'it matches his'?"

"Great work, team! Let's all hit the showers!" Jaune stopped and corrected himself. "Uh, but not all together, I mean, you girls have yours, and we have ours, and-"

His team shared a laugh together. "We know, Jaune." Pyrrha said. "And I'll make sure Nora doesn't literally hit the showers this time."

Jaune and Ren entered the locker room, where the two stripped and removed their sweaty garments. While changing, Ren noticed something odd on the small of Jaune's back.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo." Ren stated. Jaune looked back, then down at his tattoo. "Is there a reason you have one?"

"Oh, well, my girlfriend thought it would be cute to get matching tattoos." Jaune answered. "It's still a little tender, but it's completely healed now."

"I see." Ren entered the shower thinking about the tattoo, and what it really meant. Whether Jaune knew it or not, the tattoo was less of a cute symbol of love, and more of a brand of ownership, telling everyone who sees it that Jaune Arc was a taken man. The second part made him worry for his leader and friend's safety; the three colors that swirled seemed harmless, but the bladed glaive in the center warned she was anything but.

Ren looked once more at the tattoo and gulped. "Whoever Jaune's girlfriend is must be dangerous, and she will do whatever it takes to let everyone know he belongs to her."

#rwby #jaune arc #neopolitan #silent knight #roman torchwick #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #lie ren #my answer

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Sen. Joe Manchin (D-W.Va.) is emerging as the chief obstacle to quick passage of President Biden's $2.25 trillion infrastructure package that Democrats want to move through Congress sooner rather than later. Manchin is ramping up discussions with Republicans about what a scaled-down infrastructure package should look like, and some GOP senators are even optimistic that the moderate Democrat can be persuaded to block efforts to raise the corporate tax rate.

That means Senate Majority Leader Charles Schumer (D-N.Y.) will likely have to wait for the negotiations to reach some kind of conclusion before moving ahead with the budget reconciliation process, as Manchin is expected to be the critical 50th Democratic vote needed to avoid a GOP filibuster. Senate Republicans proposed a $568 billion infrastructure counteroffer last week. Now, bipartisan talks on a compromise proposal between $600 billion and $1 trillion are just getting started.

Manchin wants time for the talks to build momentum. "For the sake of our country, we have to show we can work in a bipartisan way," he said Monday evening. "I don't know what the rush is. Stay here a little bit, work a little bit," he advised colleagues. But Democrats are getting nervous about an extended timeline and worry that splitting Biden's infrastructure agenda into two or three pieces of legislation might mean that a substantial part of it gets left behind. "I'm the most anxious member of the Democratic caucus. I want to get it done and done quickly," Senate Majority Whip Dick Durbin (D-Ill.) said Monday when asked how long Democrats are willing to wait on bipartisan infrastructure talks.

Manchin said over the weekend that he wants to focus on "conventional infrastructure" such as roads, bridges, water projects and expanded broadband internet, and he proposed splitting off about $400 billion in funding for home- and community-based caregivers for the elderly and people with disabilities, as well as billions of dollars for child care. While Manchin said such priorities are "needed," he added that doesn't want to lump too many of them in a broad bill because he thinks it would be tougher to sell to the public. His remarks dealt a blow to other Senate Democrats who want to pass as large a package as possible and who called the $568 billion Republican proposal "totally inadequate" and a "slap in the face."

Durbin, the No. 2 Democrat, on Monday said he does not support splitting up Biden's $2.25 trillion infrastructure package into two pieces. "Time is not on our side. We have so many things to do," he said. "Immigration, policing. All of these things are critical elements and we don't have a lot of time on the calendar. The sooner the better to keep everything together and move it in a package that works," he added of Biden's proposal.

Senate Budget Committee Chairman Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.) said he wants to move as quickly as possible, warning that past efforts to negotiate with Republicans, such as on the Affordable Care Act in 2009, ended up wasting time. "We have learned that lesson in the past. I think we should have our ears open, we should listen to any great ideas, any good ideas that Republicans have. But obviously it cannot be an endless process. It has to move very quickly," he said Monday. Sanders balked at Manchin's suggestion of segmenting out the home- and community-based care portions of the package. Manchin, however, is praising the $568 billion framework put together by fellow West Virginia Sen. Shelley Moore Capito (R) as "a good start." The blueprint is focused on roads, bridges, transit systems, rail, water infrastructure and airports.

Democrats are also nervous about Manchin's opposition to Biden's proposal to raise the corporate tax rate to 28 percent, saying a 25 percent rate is more reasonable. He met last week with Sen. Lindsey Graham (R-S.C.), a staunch ally of former President Trump, to explore ways to fund a compromise infrastructure package without relying heavily on tax increases. "Watch Joe Manchin. Joe's going to be a key player here," Graham told Fox News Sunday. "I think there's a sweet spot on infrastructure where we can find pay-fors that won't hurt the economy. If you raise taxes, you're going to destroy jobs," Graham said.

Many Democrats are skeptical of efforts to pursue GOP proposals. "Take a deep breath and face reality. If we're going to do something big and bold and build the 21st century economy, we're not going to do it with what [Republicans] have suggested: user fees and tolls," Durbin said Monday.

Manchin has urged Schumer and his other Democratic colleagues not to use the budget reconciliation process to pass Biden's agenda, an approach that would shut out Republicans and allow for a simple majority vote in the 50-50 Senate. "I simply do not believe budget reconciliation should replace regular order in the Senate. How is that good for the future of the nation?" he wrote in a Washington Post op-ed this month. Manchin disagrees that he's a roadblock to Biden's agenda. "I'm not a roadblock at all. The best politics is good government," he told CNN's "State of the Union" over the weekend. He also reiterated his opposition to changing the Senate's filibuster rule to curtail GOP power to block Biden's priorities, such as police reform and the John Lewis Voting Rights Act. "I'm not going to be a part of blowing up this Senate of ours or basically this democracy of ours," he said Sunday.

Senate Democratic sources say they expect the bipartisan infrastructure talks to fizzle and Manchin to vote with them to pass a $2 trillion-plus infrastructure package under budget reconciliation. They argue that West Virginia, which had a 5.9 percent unemployment rate in March and a 14.9 percent poverty rate by last measure, needs its share of the $2.25 trillion plan as much as any state. "He's still trying to find his way as the new most important 'big man on campus,' but I think he'll have a very hard time standing up to the pressure of the administration. I think he'll find his way back home," said a Senate Democratic aide, referring to Manchin's power in an evenly split Senate where Democrats cannot afford a single defection. The aide predicted that if Manchin winds up derailing or excessively delaying Biden's infrastructure package, the backlash from within the party will be swift and damaging. "The more he plays that game, I think the more the pushback becomes significant and starts having legs to it," the aide added.

While Manchin is coming under increasing pressure from fellow Democrats to support passing Biden's full package without splitting it up, his reputation as a bipartisan dealmaker is also at stake. During the negotiation of Biden's $1.9 trillion coronavirus relief plan, Manchin played a central role in narrowing the number of Americans eligible for $1,400 stimulus checks by helping to craft a deal to phase out the direct checks for people earning $80,000 or more, instead of the $99,000 cutoff favored by House Democrats. He was also instrumental in shrinking the federal unemployment benefits in that bill from $400 a week to $300 a week and limiting the tax deductibility of unemployment benefits collected in 2020.

Despite Manchin's efforts to address the concerns of GOP colleagues who said the rescue plan needed to be more narrowly targeted, not a single Republican in either chamber voted for the package. If Manchin drags out consideration of the infrastructure package for weeks or months without securing any GOP votes for whatever bill finally gets passed, some Democrats say his reputation as a dealmaker will suffer severely. "That's what's at risk for him. He's going to have to put up or shut up," said the Democratic aide.

A second Senate Democratic aide, however, said Manchin represents a broader group of centrist Democrats who would like to rack up a significant bipartisan accomplishment with Republican votes before trying to move other elements of Biden's agenda under reconciliation. "There are other Democrats who agree with him, but they don't need to go out there and say it and take shit from the left," the aide said. The aide also said the GOP counteroffer unveiled last week "is a lot better" than the $618 billion COVID-19 relief package a group of 10 moderate Republicans floated to Biden earlier in the year. Democrats quickly dismissed the GOP's counteroffer on coronavirus relief and passed Biden's $1.9 trillion plan by a party-line vote. The source predicted that even if Manchin fails to bring about a bipartisan infrastructure deal, he'll remain a powerbroker for the rest of the 117th Congress. "He's still going to be a guy trying to negotiate big bipartisan deals," the aide said.

#politics #us politics #news #president joe biden #biden #joe biden #biden administration #joe manchin #sen. joe manchin #wv #west virginia #infrastructure #infrastructure reform #infrastructure and job proposal #dick durbin #sen. dick durbin #sen. chuck schumer #chuck schumer #shelley moore capito #Sen. Shelley Moore Capito #bernie sanders #sen. bernie sanders #lindsey graham #sen. lindsey graham #affordable care act

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (4/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff, crack, college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

TAEHYUN | Sleeping Beauty (2.5k)

The sky had turned dark, not a single star in sight, covered by ominous looking clouds that helped set the atmosphere for tonight's grandeur. Sunset came about an hour ago. Everyone was scattered around enjoying the festivities, trying out different booths and events that were held by the different departments. But Taehyun wanted none of that.

The bags under his eyes and the ever present frown on his face made it obvious enough. He'd been working his ass off for days for their department's event— delegating tasks, going back and forth for supplies, decorating their venue, advertising, assisting a few students with their script— Taehyun could go on and on. He looks up at the venue from where he sat, frowning as he reads the sign he made and put up at the entrance: FRIGHT MANSION. He wasn't too fond of the name but everyone else thought otherwise.

The walls of the building had aged with time, sporting numerous cracks and holes. Amateur graffiti lined the entrance up until the doors that were previously barred shut. Taehyun figured there was probably more at the back but didn't care much to actually check. Moss and overgrown weed poked out of the ground, adding to the dilapidated building's charm. The place had a reputation of being haunted but Taehyun never believed in that, but it did turn out to be quite the efficient marketing scheme, drawing in daring students like moths to a flame. He'd wondered whose brilliant idea it was to get permission to use the old Nursing Department building. Oh, right. It was his.

The old wooden bench creaks as Taehyun lies down, propping his head up his backpack that he'd turn into a makeshift pillow. The leaves above his head sway with the breeze. The rustling of the trees made the chattering and screams from the inside almost inaudible. Almost.

Taehyun made full use of the bench that's situated farthest from the venue, taking the time to get some well-deserved shuteye before someone comes and ruins his beauty sleep over something stupid like someone's costume catching fire. The thought rings in his mind, the likelihood of that scenario was far too plausible for his liking. His eyes flutter shut, shuffling from side to side to find a better sleeping position before settling on the one he first had earlier.

A strong breeze sneaks up on Taehyun, making him wrap his arms around himself as he shivered. He recalls fumbling to wear anything he got his hands on before rushing back to school. A little thought would've been nice while putting on his outfit, by then he would've settled on a few layers of clothing rather than a simple loose sweater. Another blow of a breeze makes him frown.

No matter. He's slept under worse conditions.

"Sure is cold tonight, huh." You say, adjusting the box of glitter containers in your hands as you rush to catch up with your friend, Yugyeom, who was carrying less than you were. You curse the difference in length between your legs and his— Yugyeom's being longer than yours, allowing him to take larger steps. It didn't help that he was a fast walker too.

"Yup, sure is." He says, sparing you a glance. "Which is why we should hurry this up. I don't want to get scolded twice for being late with the delivery because of your tiny legs." And with a snort, he speeds up. You roll your eyes.

The crunching sound of dead leaves beneath your feet alerts the two of you that you're nearing the old Nursing Department building. A cool breeze rolls in, somehow cooler now that you were in an area with lots of trees. You've been here before, once, with Yugyeom. It was for a stupid college party dare he'd made with his friends, and he forced you to come with.

The two of you pass the wide opening, the path towards the building showing up in your peripheral vision. From where you were, you could see the brught graffiti plastered around the walls. A quick scan and you spot the one Yugyeom had made for the dare— a simple sign saying: GYEOM WAS HERE, huge enough for his friends to spot from afar the next day to see if he really did it.

You chuckle, remembering how dumb he looked when he accidentally sprayed some paint over his shirt. "Hey, Yugyeom, remember when—" A stronger breeze blows by before you could finish, whipping your hair in front of your eyes. This wouldn't have been a problem if your hands were free to remove the obstacle from your face.

"Shit." You curse under your breath when you stumble against something hard. You feel a little light-headed as your feet move to regain your balance, unfortunately the attempt doesn't do much for you as the contents of the box spills, the containers of glitter rolling away from you faster than you could catch up to Yugyeom. Speaking of your friend.

"Yugyeom, wait!" You let the empty box fall, your hands rushing up to brush the hair out of your face as you whipped around. The familiar clown outfit you'd been following since the beginning of the night was long gone. You almost felt a little betrayed if you hadn't remembered how he got chewed out the last time he was late because of you. "You're not even gonna help me pick these up?!" You yell, hands slowly rubbing against each other to combat the cold wind. As you expected, you're greeted with silence. Well, almost silence. You jump as you hear a blood-curdling scream coming from inside the building, your balled fists immediately shooting up in self defense. Not like it mattered. Punching a ghost in the face didn't seem possible in the first place.

The rustling trees greet you as you slowly flutter your eyes open, taking the time to adjust to the darkness before you can start to make out the form of the building, and on the second floor, light. You breathe a sigh of relief, a smile forming on your face as you remembered that there was a Haunted house event going on right here and now. Definitely made the place seem a lot less creepy, you thought.

A few sparkling dusts in the air catches your attention and you're immediately brought back to reality— the harsh reality of you getting yelled at by a fuming Jinyoung when he finds out that half of the glitter he had you buy was now spread all over the mossy landscape of an abandoned building rather than the cute little treat shop your class had worked hard to build. Yeah, good luck to you.

You feel the grass prick against your knees as you bent down to pick up the containers that still had most of their glitter on, taking two trips from where they spilled to the box that you'd left behind at the opening. There was no way you'd start carrying that thing around while you cleaned up. If any of the glitter spills again, you wouldn't know what to do. Well, you would, but it would be too much of a hassle to clean up after yourself all over again.

Lastly, you settle for the piles of glitter scattered around the area. Some were spread around in bundles, some were tedious to scoop up since they were scattered too far apart, and some were sticking to the moss and mud, to which you've decided to leave alone. You've never had a good relationship with moss and you tried your best to keep your hands and feet away from it as much as possible. Just the thought of feeling the nasty thing with your own hands had your skin crawl. So that's that, no touching glitter covered moss for tonight.

You continue your endeavors, following the sparkling trail until it led you to one if the benches. Specifically, the person lying down on the said bench. Even more specific, that person's face— his face that's covered with a pile glitter.

Another breeze comes swooping in and hold your hands close together. Your eyes widen when the pile of glitter that was resting comfortably on his cheek was now spread throughout his face. At this point, trying to get the glitter back wasn't even an option. You frown, crouching down to take a closer look at your poor accidental victim.

His hair was sticking out on different angles, his lips dry from the cold, his outfit loose and thin, completely inappropriate for the weather and arguably the spirit of Halloween. You couldn't help but compare your matching clown costume with Yugyeom to this guy's sorry excuse of a Halloween getup. But upon closer inspection, you recognize who this was.

You didn't know his name, just that he was the one in charge of the Haunted house event going on behind you. You'd run into him a couple of times while purchasing supplies downtown. He looked even more tired after each encounter. Looking at his peaceful resting face and how underdressed he was, you figured he must've reached his limit. He was tired, understandably so, and you just spilled glitter over his face. He wasn't going to be happy when he wakes up and gets some of this stuff in his eyes.

Another gust of wind blows past you and an idea sparks in your head. "Just gotta be careful."

There's a tingling sensation on Taehyun's face and it's certainly not welcome. For one, it broke his beauty nap. And two, there is no number two— irritation taking over his mind as he finds himself shifting his full focus on number one. At first, he decides to ignore it, trying to go back to sleep despite the uncomfortable feeling on his face. But then he notices something strange.

He tries his best to stay still, refusing to move and open his eyes. He realizes that the tingling sensation was quite similar to the breeze that kept passing by, except that it's smaller and somehow warm? He couldn't really explain. He just knows that it's uncomfortable and roaming all over his face. And that's when it hits him.

This place was rumored to be haunted.

Goosebumps spread all over his body. The sensation almost felt like there's someone breathing on his face. No, not breathing. Something stronger. The thought alone was enough for Taehyun's eyes to shoot open, quickly prompting him to get up until halfway, his lips brush against something soft and warm.

"HOLY SHIT." was the first thing he heard after being pushed back down on the bench.

His body stiffens, completely stunned. And he wasn't the only one. In front of him was a complete stranger in an unflattering clown suit, staring back at him with equal shock and terror as their hands cupped their mouth. Taehyun isn't quite sure, but he swore he saw a pink blush spread across your cheeks.

He eyes how your hands are still covering half of your face, slightly shaking. A breeze passes by, seemingly reminding you two that it was the main villain for tonight. Taehyun shivers in the cold and is then briefly reminded of the sensation earlier, a warm blowing. "You," He looks up at you, a concerned look on his face. "Why are you here? What were you doing to me earlier?"

"GLITTER." You scramble to your knees, trying to gather any left over glitter from before to show as proof. Managing to get a few, you quickly hold it up to his face. "I— well, you see. Glitter. Yes, glitter." You wanted to slap yourself for failing to be coherent during the time you needed it most. "I accidentally spilled glitter all over the place and some happened to land on your face so, yeah, I don't really know why I even did it in the first place but yeah.. I started blowing on your face to get the glitter off and— oh!" You grin once you realized that his face was now glitter free, well, except for his lips. "Looks like it worked out fine anyway."

Taehyun couldn't help but look at you as if you were crazy. Here you were dressed up as a clown and reacting to your own explanation. He sighs, the bench creaking when he moves to sit up properly. "So, you were behind that weird sensation on my face earlier?"

"Weird sensation?" Your brows raise. "Oh, the blowing? Pretty much, yeah."

"And the soft feeling.." Taehyun stops himself after piecing things together. His hand shoots up to his lips on instinct, his cheeks flushed as he watched you slowly stand up. "Did we?"

"Yeah."

"When I—"

"When you tried getting up."

The leaves rustle and one falls off its branch and lands straight on Taehyun's head. He brushes it off. "Sorry for that."

"No, no! I should be the one saying sorry. I accidentally spilled glitter all over you and even ruined your sleep. Your reaction was totally normal and it just happened coincidentally."

Taehyun could only nod. He had to admit, his mind wasn't 100% present at the moment but he could at least process what had just happened. He looks down, noticing the containers of glitter by your side. "Do you still need help?"

"With that?"

"Gathering the glitter."

"Oh, no. I'm actually done."

"Well, then what d—"

"Taehyun!"

Both of your attention shifts towards one of the windows on the second floor. There, a group of students were frantically waiving at Taehyun. He could sense it. The panic in their movements, how some of the staff were running around aimlessly in the hallway— he'd predicted it all earlier. He just thought nobody was careless enough to actually set their costume on fire in a venue that's only filled with fake candles, but they keep proving him wrong.

"I think they need you." You say, feeling sorry that he had to go back to his duties after everything that went on.

"More than I need them." Taehyun sighs, getting up from his seat. He doesn't bother to pack up his belongings, merely stretching out his body before turning back to you. He notices your eyes on his bag and he reassures you that no one's going to want to approach a shady looking bag in front of a creepy building at night. At least, not while he's around.

"Sorry again." You say as he slowly made his way to the building. "I'll make it up to you somehow."

Taehyun pauses. "What's the glitter for?"

"Oh, it's for our Halloween treat shop."

You blink as Taehyun turns to face you. You half expected him to smile or something, but he only continued to look at you with the same tired eyes from earlier. "If you want to make it up to me for ruining my sleep, then wait for me here."

"Huh?"

"We'll go to your little shop together once I'm done." He says, now smiling. "And you're going to treat me to everything I want."

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