#‘don’t wear your they them hat and mask then’ why do u think I asked if I could leave my hat in the car

[toomuchdickfort]

Mini vent rant

[generational-atrophy]

Scenario: The main 8 and their partner plan on attending an event that is themed after the middle ages and because of the theme, everyone attending is required to dress as if they were from the medieval. They expected them to dress up like a princess/prince, but then they come in dressed like a plague doctor because they thought that's much cooler. Their reactions please!

(Hetalia Main 8 x Reader) Middle Ages Party!

(Gender Neutral) Scenarios ~ A/N this is such a creative scenario .  also plague doctor YEAAAAHHH everyone watch major grom plague doctor. sergey razumosvky my silly son. its on netflix. thank u

Trigger Warning: None, just fluff!

Alfred locked his arm with you tightly, smiling down at you.

“Man, your costume is way cooler than mine,” He tells you. Understandable given the fact that he was wearing a loose-fitting knight costume. Although he carried himself with his usual confidence, the tag was still hanging off the back of his outfit. 50% off.

“If you knew I was gonna go all out, would you have put more effort in?” You scoff, but there is no malice in your words.

“Hm… probably not,” he chuckles, “Besides, how am I supposed to kiss you through that scary mask?”

“I can pull it down, you know.”

“Oh, wait, so I can do this?” He asks before pulling on your mask, distancing it far from your face. Before you can look at him in confusion, he releases, snapping the mask back on your face.

“Ow!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist!”

“It’s a little morbid…” Arthur comments, walking up to you and placing one hand on your shoulder.

“What, you don’t like it?” You respond, twirling around, sending your cloak spinning like a dress.

“No, no, I didn’t say that… I’m just saying, I presume this is not what the hosts had in mind when they said ‘middle ages,’” 

“Sorry that I have a more creative mind than you do!”  You tease. Arthur wore simple rags, probably centuries old. Accurate, but not impressive.

“You know, plague doctors weren’t real doctors, right? They looked nothing like… that.” He gestures to your mask before taking off your wide-brimmed hat.

“No one was a real doctor back then” You cross your arms, huffing.

He concedes, shrugging his shoulders, “We tried our best. Now, are you ready to go?”

As quietly as possible, you began sneaking up behind Francis. Despite the fact that the event was in less than an hour, he still appeared deep in thought, looking over his outfit options. When he didn’t look behind him, you leaned over his shoulder, mask poking him in the arm.

Immediately, he jumped, yelping in surprise.

“Mon Dieu!  M-My dear, what was that for?!” He spins around to face you, breathing heavily from shock.

“You seriously haven’t picked out anything yet?” You deflected.

“No… I can’t choose!”

“Jeez, this looks like it's actually from the middle ages…” You mutter, taking the jacket he was inspecting from him. When you held it up, you noticed a bullet hole torn straight through the arm.

“Not that one. I wore that slightly later.” he took it back from you, dismissing your concerned look over the hole.

“Alright… what do you think of my costume?” 

He finally pauses to look over your outfit, a smile spreading across his face, “It’s wonderful, my dear. You will definitely stand out.”

“In a good way or a bad way?”

“Oh, absolutely in a good way. I’m sure no one else will have decided on… that!”

Yao fidgeted with his keys, sighing frustratedly, his face tense.

“Only a minute!” You call out from across the house.

“We are going to be late! You know what they will say about us if we are late!” He yells back. Looking down at himself, he grimaced. His outfit was haggardly ill-fitting, hanging off his frame in a way he did not enjoy. At one point, it was beautiful, but now, centuries later, it had worn and torn in the sun.

“Ah, what do we care?”

“I care!” As he heard your footsteps nearing, his tone became less strained. When you round the corner to face him, he breathes a sigh of relief.

“I see why this took a while now…” He remarks, walking up to you and holding you by the sides of your arms.

“You like it?”

“It’s unique. I’m sure we’ll both stand out among the many princesses and kings.” He grins.

“Yeah, your outfit is awesome too!” You gush, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“You should have seen it when I got it. It was much prettier than this!” He says, grimacing.

“Wait, we’re gonna be late!” 

“Hèng!”

Leaning against the doorframe, you wait expectantly for your boyfriend to turn around.  Having finished picking out his costume hours ago, he was doing nothing but reading until you bothered him. So here you were, bothering him. Yet he failed to notice your presence.

“Ahum!” You comically clear your throat, finally getting his attention.

Ivan gasps, putting his book aside to come up to you, “Wow, you look so cool!”

“You like it?”

He nods, “Of course! Everyone will notice you!”

“... and that’s a good thing?”

Ivan gently grasps your shoulder, looking down at you lovingly, “How could it not be? We will be the belles of the ball.”

You two did match surprisingly well. He wore an intricately patterned, dark overcoat. Something clearly regal, kept in surprisingly good condition. And together, you were an incredibly intimidating duo.

“Feli, do you recognize what I am?”

He squinted his eyes at you, rubbing his chin in an exaggerated manner, “A bird?”

“Yes, the mask is a bird mask. But overall, what am I?”

“A weird ghost?” He tilted his head to the side.

“No!” You grinned, jokingly forcing your face into a grimace for only a moment, “I’m a plague doctor?”

“A plague doctor?!” He exclaimed. Compared to your outfit, he stood out greatly. Despite being a genuine middle ages outfit, it was somehow in better condition than the cloak you made yesterday.

“I did not recognize it! It is much cuter than those traders. Besides, why would you want to dress up like the worst period of history?”

“It’s fun!”

“The plague is no fun! Trust me, I had it 12 times!”

“Um…. it’s creative, at least.” Ludwig responded, staring at you with wide eyes.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

He paused, placing his hand on the back of his head awkwardly, “Did you have it on hand already?”

You huffed. After hours of work, this was all he would give you in terms of reaction. He wasn’t even dressing up to go to a themed party. Sure, his personality may give the impression that he’s from the middle ages, but his clothes definitely don’t.

“I spent a lot of effort making this, you know!”

“N-No, I don’t doubt that. I’m very proud of you. But… won’t it be a little offputting to some of the others?”

“I don’t care what they think.”He presses a hand to his forehead, grimacing with stress before looking back up at you and smiling, “I wish I had your confidence, Liebling.”

Before you could even react, a pair of hands snaked their way all around your waist.

“Kiku!” You stuttered, only to hear a little hear a quiet laugh come from behind you. 

“Did I scare you?” 

“A little, I guess…” Your attempt to remain stoic failing quickly. Yet, Kiku chose to ignore that fact.

“I think we will be scaring them together.” He pulls away as you turn around to face him, cocking your head to the side before gasping in surprise.

“Oh! You’re right!”

Matching your black cloak, he wore one of his own. Hanging much more loosely off his body, creating the silhouette of a ghost. But your pure white bird’s mask was replaced with an intricately carved wooden mask… that of a demon.

“Maybe like this… no one will talk to us.” He says wistfully.

“Oh, that’s assured once we show up to a fantasy party looking like we’re from a horror movie.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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[tasteforrot]

Everything Is Dumb Now

everything seems dumb now

or the problems before tuesday

or my problems before tuesday

or the problems i focused on before tuesday

idk if theyre really dumb

but probably

does he like me will it work

venus in pisces taurus sun with a cancer ascendent

moon in leo

idk why liking someone is so terrifying to me

my shrink asked me why having basic needs met seems so impossible

or.

idk

the moon was in aquarius on tuesday i think

or i remember reading “let us hope this is a good omen”

(probably chani nicholas)

for two months i refreshed nine horoscope sites daily asking the internet

what would happen

i saw something this week

about the election coverage was too… like

focusing more on what will happen in november

not what was happening at the time

what will happen vs what is happening

what do we know

idk

this past month i began calling more feelings “pain”

laying in bed thinking “i’m in so much pain lol”

um

have you ever read the attachment theory wikipedia?

i’m sure there are better sources but the wikipedia is really convenient

there are four styles.

and this one style, “disorganized” is like

something like:

the way you’re greeted when you enter a room

and the way you’re treated

was never constant so u never like,

never know when the other shoe will drop

who will abandon when

or u’ll wild out bc like, idk.

the others are what they sound like

secure attachment style is what it sounds like

ppl with disorganized attachment ruin things, sabotage things

bc what’s the point if it’s already. idk

wednesday morning

when i told my therapist i watched someone die, she said

“oh, fuck talking about the election”

but like nah

we talked about the election

and the two guys i saw wearing those red hats

the first time ive seen them irl

first thing in the morning

on my walk up tenth avenue

i almost threw up

and threw myself on them but didnt

but i did also tell her i didn’t feel anything watching him die,

or i didn’t know what i felt or if i was feeling.

i watched him become president from my bed

scared of feeling anything except the most reality as possible

a few hours before,

i watched him make a noise and then he stopped breathing

and then a nurse hit his chest and said, “he’s just sleeping”

(he wasn’t)

she said he had a pulse, he’s fine

(he wasn’t)

it took the supervisor twenty-five minutes to show up

hospice care in a nursing home isn’t a hospital

the way she said it’s about making him comfortable

the way:

there are things that are supposed to happen

people asked if i was ok

my boss hugged me

idk if it was the death or the election

or what i’ve been saying online that has ppl msging me lately

telling me they hope im ok soon

waking up is harder now

it never really was before

i learned to like mornings in college

they felt more hopeful

opportunity, routine, etc

my shrink also told me to read online

specifically disorganized attachment

but that for some reason

and who knows

it’s not all I have. that i can do and do make secure bonds

there’s some secure attachment

something like hope?

idk

she said: attachments just are

you can’t force them

an attachment is

when i told my shrink about his last breath she said something like:

isn’t that all we have, a breath

and then we take another

and keep going

that’s the only difference

other times i’ve watched people die

(and never the act)

there was the clear moment between when they were gone

(when they started taking pain meds)

not their body but themselves

“the priority is comfort”

i only realized today that i don’t know whether or not he was in pain

just that when i got to his room, alone

i’ve never seen anyone like that

i thought he was going to die right then

with me alone

so i grabbed his hand, which was blue

and trying to take off his oxygen mask

i’ve been hearing the term “oxygen mask” a lot more

put on your oxygen mask before you help others

everyone says get out of ur internet bubble

lol

i mean, i agree

i guess

but i live alone

work online

my family is three white men

(it used to be more)

who asked me why i didn’t tell them about my sexual assaults sooner

(i had)

but i guess they forgot

or it doesnt matter? idk

i dont want to have to see them today

or tomorrow

but their dad only dies once

only died once

idk

before tuesday i’d get drunk

get stoned

wake up

apologize

idk

ever since tuesday the idea of feeling anything the most amount of

pain feels wrong

not pain for pain’s sake

but anesthetizing any of the reality

of what is and is about to happen

idk

isn’t there something about how pain is a great motivator

or isnt there that susan sontag thing about not believing someone else is in

pain?

is that the thing

or how people with that disease that makes them not feel pain are fucked

i can’t believe the pain i cause by trying to avoid pain

(myself + others)

getting out of bed isn’t a problem

or wasn’t before tuesday

(now it is)

i’m right by a window and it’s cold

and i just remember it’s real

and i’m where i was where i watched him become president

but

i like routine and waking up and drinking coffee

more so i feel it around 3pm or 5pm or 8pm or 11pm

what’s the fucking point

i don’t feel that way anymore

my anxiety’s been down since all my worst fears came true

i’m not as worried for now as i am a year from now

a year and three months

momentum, etc

it’s been clearer who’s trying to lessen suffering and who’s trying to clear

their name

i’ve been trying to take up less space

or occupy space in a different way

or, idk.

it’s easier to tell ppl i love them

u dont need a reason anymore

or maybe the reason is just more obvious

it’s too much noise n it’s not enough

im getting msgs from ppl telling me to stockpile birth control

but my body rejects most types of birth control

and i haven’t found one that works yet

so like

idk

hasnt loving and fucking always been terrifying

[k0kichiimagines]

Hey bestie, I have request for you! So you know Sal Fisher from Sally Face (I’m sorry if you don’t know the game it’s just the only example I have) and how he has to wear a prosthetic face due to his face essentially being mauled. Well I was wondering if you can do Shuichi with a s/o who has to wear a similar and how he’d react to them taking their mask off in front of him for the first time. Thx in advance <3

i do! ive never played it but ive seen bits :) hope u enjoy nonnie !!

- mod kichi !

Shuichi Saihara X Reader with a mask

CW: mentions of scarring

__________

Right off the bat he was very understanding and respectful, he didnt know why you wore the mask but it obviously made you feel more comfortable. He kind of related, he wore his hat due to eye contact making him uncomfortable, so to an extent he understood how you felt. He also would stop others from trying to take it off, even if it was in a joking manner, and tell them off.

However he'd be lying if he said he wasnt curious as to what you looked like, his mind occasionally slipping into trying to conjure up an image in his mind. He never brought it up however - he didn't want to make you feel pressured, and he was content to wait until you felt comfortable.

After a while you felt comfortable enough too, despite the slight fear that would still creep in when you considered it. You wanted to be able to show him your face freely, to be able to kiss him without covering his eyes to lift the mask up enough. So you sat him down, explaining nervously why you wore it in the first place and a rough description of what your face now looked like.

"And I've decided I'm going to show you."

"Oh! You don't have to if you don't want you, only if you're comfortable with it." You shook your head and confirmed, no you wanted to. You gently lifted the mask, closing your eyes in anticipation, waiting for the big reaction.

But it didn't come. He asked if he could touch your cheek, he knew scars hurt for years even if not physically. You nodded and felt his fingers brush the healed wounds, as gentle as a spring breeze, a bit hesitant and ready to pull back at your request. But it felt...nice, and you leaned into it.

"I think you're beautiful." He whispered, and the admiration in his eyes when you opened yours sent butterflies to your stomach. He would gently kiss each of them, as though somehow it would heal them, peppering your face before reaching your lips.

He didn't want to pity you, or treat you like some delicate flower now he'd seen your face, hence the lack of a massive reaction. He knew being treated almost like a infant who hurt themselves would feel insulting, and he was happy you felt comfortable enough to show him.

Also he really does think your gorgeous.

[master-sass-blast]

Gifted.

*tosses escapism fic into the void* yeet.

Summary: You and Piotr go Christmas shopping and enjoy the holiday season. 

That's it. That's all that's happening. You're welcome.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader and mentioned Illyana Rasputin x Kitty Pryde.

Rating: G.

Word Count: 2k precisely.

Set after “It’s Truly Magical.”

A/N: On the off-chance someone asks or is worried, yes, there are no mentions of masks or social distancing in this fic. That's because, in this fic, there is no COVID (ergo, no need for masks and such). I'm just not dealing with it in my fanfic as well. I won't. You can't make me.

Wear your fucking masks irl pls and thank u.

Taglist:  @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @super-darkcloudstudent, @dandyqueen, @leo-writer

“What a bright time, it's the right time/ To rock the night away/ Jingle bell time is a swell time/ To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh…”

You inhale deeply, then smile. The smells of fresh pretzels and pine –the latter is likely a fake scent that the stores use, but it’s still good—tantalize your nose. You tuck your hat and gloves in your purse, then look over at your husband. “Where all are we going?”

“Ah…” Piotr scans his list –which has notes on which stores to check and what order the stores are laid out in the mall, so as to streamline things. “Kitty said she did not want gifts because she does not celebrate Christmas, so we are just shopping for… my family and Russell. You said you already bought gifts for your dad and Wade?”

“Yup,” you say with a grin. Nate’s easy to shop for –ammo, clothes, and the odd book or two are usually all he want—and for Wade you just find the weirdest stuff listed on Amazon. “And I already sent my uncle a gift from us, so we don’t have to worry about him.”

Piotr nods, ‘hmm-ing’ as he makes a note on his list. “Okay.” He mumbles in Russian under his breath, then says, “Mama had no list this year; I think we start with her first since figuring out gift will take longer.”

“That’s fine. Where should we start?”

“I think bookstore is best bet. From there, we can stop by Hot Topic and candle shop for snezhinka, then Game Stop for Mikhail.”

“Sounds good.” You link your arm through his and smile up at him. “Lead the way, babe.”

 ***

 You glance between the piles of books on the table, then at your husband, who looks like he’s about to pull his hair out. “Do you think that, just maybe, you’re overthinking this? Just a little?”

“This is important,” Piotr insists as he skims through books from various areas of Barnes and Noble –cooking, history, fiction; he’d grabbed at least one book from nearly every section. “She has specific tastes. Cannot be just any old book.”

You purse your lips together. You don’t doubt that Alexandra has particular tastes in reading material –as a woman from her walk in life is bound to have—but you’re also certain that she wouldn’t want her son driving himself insane just to pick a present for her. You sit down next to Piotr and gently put your hand on his arm. “Sweetheart. She’s going to like whatever you get her.”

“Not necessarily. I have seen her toss many books aside with scoff and never pick them up again.”

“Okay, why?”

He shrugs. “Realism. She thinks some authors are ‘too indulgent’ or ‘too unrealistic.’”

“Alright, so maybe we leave out the crime and romance stuff,” you suggest, setting the few books he’d grabbed from those areas aside. “What does she like to do?”

Piotr goes quiet. His expression grows ashen as he contemplates the question. “I… don’t know.”

“Does she like to cook? Or draw? Or watch certain types of shows or movies?”

“I don’t know,” he repeats, more insistent. “She…” He sighs. “She never sits still. I don’t think any shows or movies interest her. When I was child, she always worked. On farm, taking care of animals, helping workers, making food, balancing accounts, translating letters and schoolwork… I never saw her rest. Do something for herself.”

You let out a soft snort. “Maybe a book on meditation.”

Piotr rolls his eyes, grinning. “Perhaps not.”

“Who does she like to be around, then?”

“Otets.” Piotr smiles when the answer comes easily. “She and my father” –he holds up two crossed fingers—“are like this. Aside from siblings and me, I think he is only person she is really close to.”

“Alright, maybe a cookbook, then. That’d give them something to do together.”

Piotr nods, then starts looking through the cookbooks he’d picked. “Question is, which one?”

“Well, we know she likes to stay busy and keep moving. Maybe something that’d challenge their skills? Something they haven’t tried?” You hold up a book boasting ‘rich and authentic Middle Eastern recipes.’ “This could be good. I think they’d have access to most of the ingredients, here in New York.”

He nods again, then sets the aforementioned book aside before checking over the other ones. “I think…” He lifts a hardcover thriller novel off the table. “She likes mysteries. This one has good reviews… maybe…”

You gently take the book from his hands and set it atop the Middle Eastern cookbook. “I think it’s a great choice.”

He smiles, then kisses your cheek. “Spasibo, myshka.”

 ***

 “Bozhe moi.”

You giggle as the two of you step over the threshold of the Yankee Candle store, only for Piotr to recoil and take a step back. “You good there, baby?”

He presses his fingers against the sides of his nose. “Is like… assault of smells.”

“I know.” You inhale deeply, them flash him an impish smile. “Isn’t it great?” 

Piotr groans, still rubbing his sinuses. “Do you mind—”

“I’ll find a candle for Illyana. Wanna meet up in Gamestop?”

“Spasibo, dorogoy.”

You blow him a kiss, then head into the candle store. You take a couple minutes to peruse the holiday display at the front of the store –and grab a couple votives for you and Piotr to enjoy—before heading towards the back of the store, where all the shelves of their regular candles are. You pause to smell your favorites –seriously, the McIntosh apple one never fails to make your mouth water—before taking a step back to survey your options. Alright, what to get for a mildly angsty, queer Russian goth?

It’s not as straightforward as it sounds (har har). Illyana’s an enigma, much like her mother. She’s quiet, keeps to herself, and doesn’t usually bother with convention.

Do I go for aesthetic? You pick up a pitch black candle labeled “Midnight Forest” and give it a cursory sniff. Ugh, smells like ass. No, thank you.

You also have to consider that whatever you get is likely going to be smelled by Kitty, too. As much as Illyana marches to the beat of her own drum, she’s surprisingly conscientious of her bubbly, energetic girlfriend.

Maybe something natural? Like the farm? You try a few options, wrinkling your nose after each sniff. God, what is it with the fresh scents and smelling heinous? You debate texting Piotr and dragging him back in here, if only so you’re certain you’ll get something Illyana would like—

And then it hits you over the head like a brick.

She’s gonna use these for meditation. You head down the rows of shelves, grab a jar labeled “Vanilla,” and give it a smell. Perfect. Not too strong, not too bland. You grab a lavender scented tumbler (for relaxation), then snag a pink one that smells like the perfume Kitty favors on a hunch it’ll be a hit.

By the time you pay for yours and Illyana’s candles, Piotr’s already waiting outside the Gamestop for you, bag in hand.

He eyes your bulging bags, eyebrow raising in trepidation. “Why…”

“Look, it’s your fault for abandoning me,” you say before he can point out your lack of self-control. “You know I’m weak for candles.”

Piotr snorts, then sighs. “Fair enough.” He nods and makes approving noises when you show him the picks you made for Illyana, then shows you what he grabbed for Mikhail.

“‘Mister Mosquito?’” You nearly double over laughing. “What even is this?”

“He wanted ‘weird video game,’” Piotr says, shrugging one shoulder. “I figure this should do.”

“He’s gonna love it,” you reassure your husband. “That’s weird as shit.” You start strolling along the main hall of the mall –and then your stomach rumbles. “Can we get pretzels?”

“Da, myshka,” Piotr chuckles, “we can get pretzels.”

 ***

 “There'll be parties for hosting/ marshmallows for toasting/ and caroling out in the snow/ there'll be scary ghost stories/ and tales of the glories of/ Christmases long, long ago…”

“It’s the most! Wonderful time! Of the year!” you sing along as you rip another chunk off your pretzel. You smile to yourself as you admire the glittering, twinkling decorations decking the food court. “How’s your pretzel?”

“Very tasty.” Piotr dips a bite of his pretzel in some mustard, pops it in his mouth, then swallows before wiping his fingers on a napkin. “I think we only have handful of stops left.”

“Couple of sweaters for your dad… weird socks and-or scarves for Mikhail…” You lean over, reading off the list in his hand (which is written in a mixture of Russian and English). You take another bite of pretzel, then tap on a portion of blended “Russi-nglish” that you can’t decipher. “What’s that?” you ask once your mouth is clear.

“Random gift options,” he translates. “For filling out presents, stockings, that sort of thing.” He touches the tip of his index finger to the page, moving down the list in order. “Chocolate, books, gift cards. Guaranteed hits, essentially.”

“Ooh, I could go for some chocolate.”

Piotr snorts. “You just had pretzel. And this is for others, myshka.”

“If it’s in the car with me, I make no promises.”

He laughs, then makes an extra note on his list. “Safety chocolate… for myshka. Got it.”

 ***

 “Here, dorogoy.”

“Oh, thank you!” You smile as Piotr takes some of the excess bags from your hands, shifting them so he can carry them (which, with his strength and the size of his hands, is no problem at all). You amble along next to him, admiring the various pop-up stands boasting games, calendars, and Christmas-themed treats. “Is there anywhere else we need to stop?”

“I believe we have everything.”

“And I’m guessing we need to head home so we can make dinner?”

“That would be best, da.” Piotr looks down at you, expression curious. “Why? There is somewhere you wish to stop?”

“Eh, not really,” you say with a shrug. “I just like coming to the mall during this time of year. The decorations, the music, the extra stands and seasonal gifts… It just makes me happy.”

“Aah, khorosho. I understand. We can come back later for date, if you like. Take time to walk around and admire stores.”

You grin up at him. “I’d like that.”

The two of you make to head out of the mall, back to the parking lot—

And then Piotr veers towards the right.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling as he leads you towards the bookstore. “I thought we already got everything we needed from here?”

He winks at you. “Trip is not complete yet. Not with hot chocolate, anyway.”

You grin and let him guide you over to the café in the bookstore.

Piotr gets you situated at a table near the expanse of windows at the front of the shop. He leaves your bags with you, then leads up at the counter to order your drinks.

You smile, lovestruck as you gaze over at him. How did I get so lucky? You lean back in your seat, taking a moment to admire the snow falling outside before checking out the decorations throughout the store…

Which is when you realize that there’s mistletoe hanging over your table.

You chuckle to yourself. Perfect.

“You are in good mood,” Piotr comments as he returns with two cups of hot chocolate.

“Of course, I am,” you admit with a broad grin. “I’ve got you. And tradition’s on our side.”

Piotr’s smile turns quizzical. He cocks his head to the side, staring at you for a moment, then looks up when you point towards the ceiling. “Ah,” he chuckles, “yes. That is good reason to be happy.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You hook your finger under the collar of his shirt and gently tug him towards you. “Come here, handsome.”

He lets out a soft, happy giggle and bends down to kiss you.

[svtshine]

Tattooed in my heart

Pairing: Minghao x reader

genre: Soulmate!au, Fluff

type: oneshot, imagine

ability: Soulmates that share the same tattoo, which is located on a random part of your body. It glows when you’re going to meet your soulmate

extra: i’m not actually sure if minghao has this tattoo or if it was edited. Feel free to tell me if you know :’). But it’s still really gorgeous and beautiful, inspired me to write this

You were five when first felt the hot searing pain on your wrist. It shocked you and you immediately found your parents, tears running down your face at how painful the feeling was. After a while, a beautiful 8 figure formed on your wrist like an infinity sign, it was gorgeous you first thought, slightly sniffing after enduring the pain for an hour.

Your parents showed you their tattoo, and explained how soulmates worked. Everyone is born with someone they were destined to meet, to love and to spend their whole life with. There were different ways one would be able to find their soulmate. Matching tattoos, being able to feel their pain for example.

It seems that you, alike your parents, had matching tattoos with your soulmate. You stared in wonder of the beautiful figure and wonder what it meant

It was around the age of twelve when you learnt the true meaning of your tattoo. The infinity 8 symbol represent everlasting love and good fortune. Infinite energy, infinite love and endless abundance. You loved the tattoo at first sight, and now understanding the deep meaning that it symbolises made you love it more. You couldn’t wait to find your soulmate, you believed that whoever he was, was someone who would love and appreciate for infinity and beyond.

It was a nice evening, as you made your way to the restaurant you were working at for your night shift. You sighed as it was going to be a long night, but the beautiful colours that painted the sky made you wanna smile.

It was sunset, the hues of orange, yellow and pink mixed together and formed a majestic sight to behold. The wind also complimented the scenery and you stopped for a moment to admire it.

You knew it was hard to be alone, but the thought that one day, you were going to meet the one, that would protect you, love you and take care of you, regardless of any situation. Someone you could pay all of your attention towards and wake up every morning to make them breakfast, was worth every second. You hoped, somewhere out there, your soulmate could watch the very same scenery that you experienced.

You turned your attention from the array of colours as you felt a sting on the inside of your wrist. Your tattoo was glowing slightly and you scrunched your eyes brows in confusion as this has never happened before. However, the alarm on your phone set off, reminding you that your shift was going to start soon. You took one last look at the sky and rushed down the street

Your tattoo glowing brighter with every step

“Minghao, let’s go. coups hyung said we’re all gonna go get some late dinner” Hoshi said as Minghao looked away from the mirror in the practice room and replied with an ‘okay’

He stared back into the mirror for a while, noticing how his tattoo on his back, was emitting a small glow.

“hyung, am i thinking too much? why is my tattoo glowing” Minghao asked frustrated because this was the first time his tattoo had ever done that he didn’t know why it was doing it.

Hoshi came over to check and sure enough it was really glowing, “i don’t know man, but i’m sure it’s fine” hoshi patted Minghao’s back. Minghao packed up his stuff, “we’ll just ask the rest later” hoshi said waiting at the door. Minghao nodded and took one last look at his tattoo that he has grown to be fond of.

He loved the number 8, in fact his stage name was chosen after his tattoo. Coming from a chinese family, Minghao loved the chinese meaning of the figure 8 and what it stands for. Loving it more since it became his tattoo.

He was aware about soulmates, and he longed to meet his destined soon enough. In seventeen only woozi hyung has found his soulmate, and only accidentally. She is very kind and bright, always bringing refreshments for the boys whenever they finished practice. But the one thing that minghao envied about them, was the way they looked at each other. Woozi hyung and his soulmate that it. They always looked at each other, eyes filled with adoration and pure love.

Minghao wanted that, to look at someone and just smile by them laughing or doing something random. To spoil someone and to love that person with his whole being. He couldn’t wait to meet his soulmate and always wondered how it would be like, the first time meeting them.

His tattoo glowed brighter with every thought that passed his mind.

It was a slow night, as you sat on the counter and doodled on a note pad, the design of your tattoo. It was close to ten now and most of the families and couples have already left. There were only a few customers left in the restaurant.

You continued sketching your tattoo and hummed a soft melody to yourself. You looked up to check the time and got lost staring at the second hand ticking.

The sound of the doorbell jiggling pulled you away from your thoughts and you double checked the time, it wasn’t very often customers came in at this timing.

“Welcome, how many of you are there—“

Your eyes slightly widened at the sight of 13 young men that were all way taller than you, pooling into the restaurant. It was a large group and they were all wearing masks or hats almost to cover up their identity.

“Hi, can we have a table for 13?” The one infront spoked politely. His deep voice shocked you but the way he spoke with a warm tone made you less tense.

You flashed them a smile and took 8 menus in hand and guiding them to a table at the back. “Of course, we can only give you this table, it’s the biggest and there’s more space here”

The boys started choosing their seats and flipped through the menu. You took out your notebook and pencil, preparing to write down a very large order.

Minghao continued to stare at you as you focused on what Josh hyung wanted to order. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened as you took in their whole group but he found it cute.

Even Mingyu whispered to him, “hey she’s pretty don’t you think?”

When you directed them towards the table at the back, he found your voice super satisfying, there was just something about you. That made him want to know you more.

When you finally reached him, since he was sitting at the end of the table. Your whole page was already filled with orders but you continued asking, “what would you like, sir?” looking at Minghao for the first time

He’s handsome.

The way his hair was styled, and how great he looked in his outfit even thought it was coming to midnight and you probably looked like shit compared to him. For a moment you just stared at his lips moving, it was like moving in slow motion and you couldn’t help but focus on them instead of his orders.

Minghao realised you were staring at him and he blushed slightly, praying that under the dim light you won’t be able to notice it. He waved a hand u tik you shook your head slightly and apologised to him before biting your lip.

Oh god that was so freaking sexy—, stop Minghao

You broke away from your thoughts and blushed, apologising to the handsome one infront of you.

“i’m so s-sorry, could you repeat yourself?” you stuttered.

The rest of the boys resumed conversing within one another so only Minghao attention was on you.

“it’s really fine, i’ll get fried noodles and hot tea please.” He looked at your badge, “Y/n”

You nodded, writing it down and announced that you were going to come back with the food.

Minghao’s eyes continued following you as you prepared the plates and interacted with the chef while preparing to serve them their dishes. You just seemed, perfect. he could almost see you glowing under the lights. Minghao didn’t understand why he was so attracted to you.

You served their drinks before going back and getting the dishes. You folded up your sleeves since you didn’t want to accidentally stain it, forgetting your tattoo for a second.

Minghao noticed there was a tattoo on your wrist, but under the lights he wasn’t too sure of the design. He also realised that you were able to memorise all their orders without even needing to ask them twice and found that super cool.

As you walked towards him with two plates of steaming food and placing the fried noodle dish infront of Minghao, that was when he realised he was staring at the same tattoo that he had on his back.

For a moment, he was still taking in the fact that he’s actually seeing his tattoo somewhere else that wasn’t his back. His eyes widened in disbelief and shock.

Minghao instinctively grabbed your wrist after you let go of his plate and looked up at you. Your eyes were as big as his, “T-this tattoo, i have the same one. O-on my back. Oh my god, i found you” he stood up and hugged you tightly.

You processed the information and proceeded to hug him back as tightly as the members cheered you on, some already knew as they recognised tour tattoo but didn’t want to spoil it for Minghao.

Minghao wrapped his arms around you and pulled away, brushing the stray hair away from your face and behind your ear.

“I think this is why i was so attracted to you ever since you entered but, i’m really going to need proof” You whispered shyly as you stared at the man infront of you, who you hoped deeply that really was your soulmate.

“y-yeah of course, do you have a staff room or something here? with more privacy?” Minghao questioned, still smiling and in a daze as he stared at you.

You looked at your manager, and judging by the noise and hoots from your soulmate’s group, he understood you guys needed some privacy and even gave you a thumbs up as you led Minghao to the locker room at the back that was only for staff members.

Minghao closed the door behind him and turned behind from your gaze. He took off his shirt and let you stare at the tattoo on his back.

he heard you gasp in shock as you left gentle traces on his back, following the lines of the tattoo.

“it really is you. I-i can’t believe it, i’ve been wishing for this day ever since i was a kid, oh god i even thought about meeting you just a few hours ago” You said quickly, voice clearly showing you were nervous and exciting about finally finding your soulmate. “what’s your name soulmate?” you asked

“Minghao, love” minghao said, wearing back his shirt and turning around to face you. He lifted his hands and his eyes silently asked if he could wrap them around your hips. You nodded and he instantly pulled you closer to him, admiring you.

“i’ve been dying to meet you too, Y/n. and can i say, you’re gorgeous, i’m so lucky you’re my destined” You loved the way your name rolled off his tongue and blushed as he complimented you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, “Minghao, you’re really handsome too. I can’t wait to get to know you, and i’m really grateful you’re my soulmate”

Minghao smiled at you and leaned in closer, hesitating as he was scared that you weren’t comfortable with it. After you nodded in approval, he softly placed his lips against yours.

it was, magical. A soft moan escaped you as Minghao’s hands came up to sneak around your waist and your hand pulled on his hair ever so slightly. His lips never stopped moving against yours. The two of you pulled away for air.

Minghao laid his forehead on yours, and the both of you smiled at each other. the same thought crossed your minds.

“thank you, for letting me have this blessing as mine”

and your tattoos, glowed brighter than it ever did before

Masterlist

[artificialqueens]

Girl I Met On The Internet, 5/6 (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n these chapters aren’t really that long but i keep taking forever to get them written and edited lol but anyway i hope ya’ll enjoy!! 

Gigi stayed at Crystal’s house for a while after their kiss. Crystal showed Gigi all of the art that was not yet hanging up on her walls, gave her a house tour, and introduced her to her cat Tic Tac, who Gigi instantly fell in love with. 

Gigi finally had to go when Crystal said her mom was on her way home from work, and would not be happy with Crystal if she found out she had someone over without permission. 

“Are you sure you’ll be fine walking home?” Crystal asked, watching Gigi put her shoes back on from where she was standing in the kitchen.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I live like, two streets down, actually so I’ll be there in like five minutes!” Gigi reassured her.

They hugged goodbye, Crystal walking her out and standing on her front porch until Gigi went out of sight. A few minutes later, Gigi messaged her.

gigi: i’m home and i miss ur cat

crystal: :o only tic tac??? not me??

gigi: yeah <3

crystal: you’re a loser

To Crystal’s disappointment, she didn’t hear from Gigi again until much later. Crystal had been debating getting off TikTok and going to sleep early for once when Gigi finally messaged her back. 

gigi: do u wanna facetime

crystal: YEAH!

Crystal balanced her phone on her history textbook that was still laying on her bed and grabbed Tic Tac, knowing Gigi would love seeing the cat again. 

“Hi!” Gigi waved, gasping when she saw Tic Tac in frame. “Who’s the cutest cat ever?”  

Gigi showed Crystal her room and her closet. Eventually, they both exited the FaceTime app to go on Twitter, but stayed on the call. They made it their mission to annoy the other girls by spamming them with pictures of frogs and other memes they had found funny.

crystal: frog in a hat frog in a hat

nicky: why not sheep? they are the superior animal!

crystal: No <3 but i fuck with you for trying

Jackie: Does this happen often?

nicky: crystal and gigi are always on some bullshit. just ignore them queen

jan!: nicky pls stop trying to steal jackie 

nicky: i simply breathed

“Hey, I think I’m going to bed,” Crystal yawned, “I’m tired. I would’ve been asleep by now if you didn’t want to talk.”

“Wait, before you go, do you maybe want to walk to school together tomorrow?” Gigi asked, coming back onto the app to see Crystal’s face.

Crystal smiled. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Great! I’ll message you in the morning. Goodnight, ba- bitch!”

Being so tired, Crystal almost didn’t catch Gigi’s slip up. “Goodnight, Gigi.”

Being just friends was going to be difficult, Crystal decided before finally allowing herself to fall asleep.

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Walking to school became Gigi and Crystal’s new thing. With Crystal’s mom’s permission, Gigi would join Crystal after school on days she didn’t have practice, often staying for dinner. Crystal’s mom met Gigi a week after they started doing this, and was very skeptical the first time she met Gigi, not expecting Crystal to have befriended a cheerleader, but quickly welcomed her with open arms.

After Gigi had dinner with Crystal and her mom, her and Crystal went back into Crystal’s room to get some homework done. Gigi’s mom requested her to come home after Gigi and Crystal finished Gigi’s algebra homework. They were both pretty bad at math, but Crystal insisted if they worked together they would be able to figure it out, which was debatable at best.  

“I don’t want to go. I’m too comfy,” Gigi complained, not wanting to get up from Crystal’s bed.

“You have to. Sorry.” Crystal replied, making Gigi stick her tongue out at her.

A few moments later, Gigi sat up, remembering that she wanted to ask Crystal something. “Hey, so before I go, I was thinking…”

“You think?” Crystal teased, giggling. Gigi gasped in mock offense, throwing a pillow at her head.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Gigi continued, “I was thinking that we should have lunch together tomorrow. Only talking to you in the halls is not enough.”

“Yeah, of course! Do you want to meet me in the art room then?” Crystal asked, shutting her textbook and turning to face Gigi. 

“No. I’ll come meet you outside your class. What happens next is a surprise.”

Those words replayed in Crystal’s brain for the rest of the night. A conversation that happened in the group chat when Crystal was in the shower got her even more excited.

gigi: guys guess what

jan!: yeah??

gigi: i miss crystal :(

jan!: weren’t you at her house like an hour ago

heidi: hold up WHAT

heidi: miss gigi was WHERE????

jaida: what now

gigi: JAN SHUSH you ruined my reveal!!!

jaida: JAN YOU KNEW THIS??? and didn’t wish to share???

jan!: uh-

heidi: not a reveal DHGJSDH

gigi: i’m gonna ask crystal out and then after that i was gonna send a selfie of us revealing that we are dating AND that we live in the same town and everyone would lose their minds at the superior couple

jaida: now why would you announce that if she’s in here

gigi: SHIT

gigi: everyone spam the chat she doesn’t read up 

jan!: SUPERIOR COUPLE?? HELLO???

jan!: stealing your idea. we aren’t dating yet but look at me and jackie :-) 

nicky: I HEARD JACKIE IM HERE

jaida: nicky why do you hit on everyone who’s not available dgfhfj first gigi, and then you were a crystal stan and now this

nicky: why are you acting like this is a problem jai

Jackie: I find it hilarious. Jan only reserves that side of her when Ariana Grande posts a selfie. I’m chopped liver to her.

jan!: JACKIE THAT’S A LIE DHJBFDKH WHY DO YOU ONLY COME IN HERE TO BULLY ME

Jackie: ;)

gigi: jackie’s using emojis we did it gays

nicky: i am a homewrecker. jaida, find a partner and i will flirt with you too

heidi: nicky literally no one asked

jaida: well damn.. 

jaida: hey heidi you single??

heidi: NOT THISIDHDGKJS

Crystal usually didn’t read up, due to pure laziness and the fact that these girls could send fifty messages a minute if they wanted to. It was too much for Crystal sometimes. This time she decided to read up, and she was glad she did. They didn’t try hard enough to hide anything Gigi said, and Crystal was even more excited for the next day.

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Crystal got up extra early that morning, putting more effort than she usually would on taming her curly hair and put on a tad bit more makeup than usual. She searched her closet for the perfect outfit, and finally picked out a hot pink jumpsuit with purple flowers on it, with a headband with the same design on it to match. 

She loved what she saw when she finally looked at herself in her full length mirror. Crystal knew this was going to be a good day; she looked good, and Gigi was going to ask her out during lunch. She was so excited.

gigi: im on ur street!

Crystal tried her best to mask her excitement as she walked down the hall and out the front door, not wanting Gigi to know she was aware of her plan.

“You look so cute!” Gigi exclaimed as soon as she saw Crystal.

“Thanks! You do too, we match!” Crystal replied.

Gigi was wearing a pink floral shirt with white shorts, and Crystal thought she looked very nice. Gigi always did, but it didn’t appear that she put in any extra effort, unlike Crystal did.

Crystal didn’t let that upset her, she told herself that the way Gigi dressed probably wouldn’t affect anything Gigi had planned. 

Due to Crystal’s impatience, the morning felt much longer. When the bell signaling that it was lunch finally rang, Crystal couldn’t hide the gigantic grin on her face if she tried. Right outside the doorway stood Gigi, and two other girls who were on the cheerleading squad. Crystal found this odd, but made her way over anyway.

“Hey, you ready?” Gigi asked, giving Crystal a quick hug. “This is Rosy and this is Symone,” Gigi said, motioning to the other girls. “I want you to meet them so we’re all having lunch together!”

Realization hit. There was no date, Crystal was way off. She really hoped her face didn’t show her disappointment. She tried to ignore it, Crystal was curious to meet Symone and Rosy. Gigi had mentioned them briefly before, but they must’ve been close if Gigi was introducing them.

“Just with you guys? Not Dahlia?” 

“Nope, she has a dentist appointment.” Gigi confirmed, and the four of them took off to the cafeteria.

Lunch was surprisingly nice. Rosy and Symone were way nicer than Dahlia ever had been to Crystal. Symone liked to paint, and Rosy loved Harry Styles so there was much for Crystal to discuss with them. Crystal didn’t like them as much as she liked her internet friends, but she couldn’t say they didn’t exceed her expectations. Crystal wondered why Gigi wasn’t always surrounding herself with cheerleaders like Rosy and Symone, who were genuinely nice and positive, but that would be a question for another time. 

Despite lunch going better than expected, Crystal was sad that she was so off about what Gigi had planned. She felt stupid, even though none of what Gigi had said hinted to only inviting Crystal to have lunch with her friends on the squad.

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On their way to Crystal’s house, Gigi could tell something was off with the green haired girl. She was going to get to the bottom of it. 

“What’s wrong, babe?” Gigi asked once they got in Crystal’s room, both of them sitting on the bed. 

“It’s stupid, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine,” Crystal lied, busying herself by petting Tic Tac, who had jumped up to join them on the bed.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you.” Gigi pushed, wanting to help.

Crystal took a deep breath, and let it all out. “What are we, Gigi? We said we’d be just friends for now but I thought you were going to take me on a date during lunch today since you told the group chat about your plan but I was wrong!” 

Gigi had to take a moment to process everything. “I was going to try to clear that up by taking you on a date during spring break.” She admitted, making Crystal’s eyes go wide.

“Fuck… I’m sorry, I just-” Crystal mumbled, feeling awful,

“That’s why I wanted you to meet my other friends.” Gigi continued, “I think I’m going to come out to them before spring break.”

Crystal was shocked, “Gigi, spring break is next week. Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah. I need to. I talk to them about you all the time and I think they’re starting to get suspicious.” Gigi blushes.

“Even Dahlia?”

“Yeah, but she’s moving this summer so she’ll be out of her hair soon enough.”

“I think this is the best day ever, honestly.” Crystal giggles, leaning forward to press a kiss to Gigi’s cheek, making her whine.

“No. On the lips.” Gigi pouted. 

“I don’t kiss before the first date, Georgia Rose.” Crystal teases. 

“You’re so stupid!” Gigi huffs, tackling Crystal onto her bed, tickling her sides until she thought Crystal had enough. When Gigi finally stopped, Crystal lied there for a moment, still giggling even though Gigi’s manicured fingers weren’t on her anymore. 

“You’re so mean! I didn’t deserve that.” 

“You’re the one who wouldn’t kiss me!” Gigi whined again, flipping Crystal off.

“Don’t stress. G. Spring break will be here before we know it.”

[killjoy-tickles]

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Hi there! My name’s Scruff! I’m the admin for this account. My pronouns are he/they and I’m relatively new to Tumblr, so I’m still trying to figure everything out :)

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THIS IS A STRICTLY SFW BLOG. IF YOUR BLOG FEATURES NSFW CONTENT PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT OR FOLLOW ME.

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Headcanons under the cut!

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APPEARANCE :

Kill is below average height, standing at about 5’6

He’s got a pretty average build, but he has some noticeable muscle

He’s also relatively lightweight and easy to lift, since he weighs only about 130lbs

Kill’s got really dark hair that’s very soft and fluffy and curls around his face and ears in wisps

His eyes are a really bright blue and have a ring of gold around the pupils

He paints his nails black on the left hand and white on the right

He wears a lot of black, but the usual fit is just a plain old t-shirt and jeans plus loads of jewelry, chains, and an extra couple belts. He also tends to carry a gas mask, but it usually sits around his neck and not on his face

He’s got f r e c k l e s. So many. All over.

He’s also got a load of scars

Most notably on his face, hands, arms, and chest

His nails are blunt and short

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GENERAL HEADCANONS :

Kill’s favourite colour is actually blue!

He’s usually quite blank and unemotional, so he doesn’t smile much unless he’s around his friends.

He wears a lot of rings, and he has a very specific one ( it’s a plain black ring ) that he wears on his ring finger. He doesn’t like to talk about why.

He chews on his fingers when he’s bored or nervous. Therefore is knuckles and fingers are scarred from when he was a kid and didn’t know how to control it.

Kill blushes really easily since his skin is quite pale and he gets embarrassed at the drop of a hat, really.

He often forgets to eat or drink and people have to remind him.

He likes to wear platform shoes / boots to make himself taller.

He has dimples! He’s insecure about them.

He’s half-piglin, so he has tusks that curl over his lip. They aren’t very sharp but he has a gold ring on the left one.

He’s got pointy ears that are adorned in loads of jewelry and earrings! There are a few rips from combat where they got torn out so he wears less now, but he still likes it.

He doesn’t have hooves, but he usually walks around on the balls of his feet for more dexterity.

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LER HEADCANONS :

Kill is such a scary ler it’s not even funny.

He has a knack for pinpointing his lees’ most ticklish spots and figuring out exactly what kind of tickling gets to them the best and shelves it away in his head for later.

He’s also an absolute master of teasing.

It’s just relentless cooing and taunts while he tickles his lee.

His favourite teases are compliments!

Kill is also huge on tickle games.

The ‘keep your arms up’ game is his favourite, and the punishment is the same every time : that the lee will have their arms restrained by force. And he always wins at it.

He thinks fighting back is half the fun so due to that he loves chasing his lees and wrestling with them and having them fight back.

A n t i c i p a t i o n.

Kill loves it.

He’s so good at it too-

He’ll wiggle his fingers inches above his lee’s spots and tease them about how they react

Even tho he can be scary Kill is actually really soft and can go the nine yards

If his lee needs soft tickles that’s what he’ll give

He’s very flexible with his lee’s needs and will do whatever they need him to do

HUGE ON AFTERCARE

He’ll give them water and cuddles afterwards and make sure they’re comfortable and happy

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LEE HEADCANONS :

Absolutely cannot take what he dishes out

Literally everything that he does to other people works just as well on him idk what to tell you

P e t n a m e s

Please he will probably platonically fall in love with his ler if they use these

Most of anything flies but his favourites include giggles, cutie pie, and sweetheart

He loves rough tickles more ( ie. revenge tickles, punishment tickles, etc. ) normally but soft tickles are good for when he’s in a bad mood or sleepy.

Speaking of being sleepy tickling him while he’s tired is an absolute 10 / 10 because his sleepy giggles are all raspy and he unconsciously leans into the tickling and doesn’t squirm much

Despite how he is as a ler he’s actually a really adorable lee

He’s very squirmy and his giggles are super bubbly and squeaky

He also blushes a lot

Kill is a huge squirmer though so he’s gonna kick and squirm and twist his torso around all while laughing his head off and if he’s not restrained he will attempt to leave or push his ler’s hands away

Not that he wants it to stop he’s just a very ticklish person and can’t stand sitting still and just taking it

Don’t be fooled by his resistance though he absolutely loves being tickled he’s just really shy about it

He doesn’t tell people he’s ticklish unless he trusts them bc he knows as soon as they start tickling him it’ll be obvious that he likes it and they’ll both know he’s insanely sensitive and also likes it

He’s basically just an adorable little worm that’s embarrassed to be so ticklish

OK BUT U KNOW WHAT WORKS HELLA WELL

Raspberries

And nibbles ofc

He gets so flustered with them and just hides his face bc they’re so intimate and he hasn’t really had experience with intimacy before

Raspberries usually make him snort and nibbles make him squeal and squirm more noticeably

He is also absolutely incapable of saying the t-word

It’s just so goddamn flustering to him

He much prefers provoking over actually asking because he can’t say the t-word unless it’s really quick and quiet and he gets really really embarrassed asking

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TICKLE SPOTS :

Kill is an unbelievably ticklish person by nature, so if you poke him at all he’ll probably flinch and giggle, but he has some notable spots!

Thighs : 10 / 10 — both a worst spot and a favourite spot. Good place to go to if you want him shrieking and begging ( ie. punishment for being annoying ). Sensitive to both kinds of tickling.

Underarms : 9 / 10 — definitely a panic spot. Anticipation is everything and if utilized right he will be laughing before you even touch him. Nervous giggles and babbling 100%. Sensitive to both kinds of tickling.

Hips : 8 / 10 — one hell of a squirming spot. Makes him buck and arch his back and if you drill thumbs into the divots he will snort. More sensitive to rougher tickles.

Neck / Ears : 6 / 10 — this is a huge giggle zone as well as a melt spot. Lots of cute noises like squeaks and snorts and hiccups, and he’ll scrunch up his nose and his shoulders trying to get away. Much more sensitive to lighter tickles.

Stomach : 6 / 10 — another favourite. Definitely makes him squirm and probably the most flustering spot for him. Raspberries make him snort. Sensitive to both kinds of tickles.

Everywhere else is kind of average!

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Might add more to this who knows 😩🤚

[crypticpine]

I had three dreams that were amazing

I had a dream awhile back that I was a chosen knight (okay I was the Troll hunter) and I had to go to these woods to stop someone from destroying it. I had Blinkus and Toby and Clare, but Clare was just a really good friend like Toby, also Jim was there but he was like barely there. Anyways, we get there and there was a weird circular ancient slab in the middle. It was huge, and had markings on it and circle parts where it was deep, small ones where a human could maybe fit. It looked like a UFO marking from corn, but ancient and in stone. Anyways, if you looked closely there is also stairs on the side that leads to an underground cave that's well lit by the shining rock and probably magic. It is mostly a maze to the other side of the stairs, but there are rooms among the twists and turns.

Blinkus warned us that we needed to be quiet, and that a wizard lives in these woods, but not a good one. she has killed many troll hunters before and I needed to stay vigilant. She was exiled by Madras the many, but it must have worn out or something cause now she's back (she's the one we need to stop). When he was explaining to stay low, we must find her before she finds us, I started to glow! It was yellow and it was more like an orb was surrounding me. I was picked up, and flew through the forest. My back was turned from where I was going, I couldnt see where I was only the shrinking Blinkus yelling "VOLAN!" holding out his hand. I knew it was the witch. I stopped but from the momentum I fell. When I got up, I heard someone say

"Finally, you've taken so long I though you weren't coming!" She picked me up with the glowing thing again, this time red and swirling around my torso, and I see her. She was wearing a black dress with green highlights in it. She had a matching green scarf draped across her shoulders, and honestly she was hot. I was brought closer and closer till we were nose to nose, I was struggling but honestly I stopped when I started to focus on her. then she said

"My little knight" I was tense, mostly cause shoot, I have to fight her? She's so beautiful, I don't really want to slay her... Also HOLY FRICK SHE'S BEAUTIFUL WHY AM I SO CLOSE AHHH! I opened my mouth, hesitated, then asked

"W-what do you mean 'my'?" She went to answer but looked behind me, her face became angry. Blinkus, Claire, and Jim were there (Toby was running in the background but never came) she kept me where I was, but she moved behind me to face them. I started to struggle again to see what will happen, but nothing worked.

"Put down the Trollhunter, witch! She's not for you!" Blinkus proclaimed.

"Trolls, always getting in the way of love. like your kind has ever felt love! We were made for each other, you know." She said, turning me towards her and putting her hand on my face, then stroking my hair. I was red hot too, I was gay panicking! I started mumbling trying to object but I was so nervous words wouldn't form. It felt like the red swirly thing was holding my arms now. I heard her whisper 'so cute' when I closed my eyes, I opened them and felt a small bump on my nose.

"Put Volan down! She doesn’t want you, isn’t it obvious?” Claire yelled, which was dumb it was obvious that I was gay panicking. Yeah it could mean I don’t want it but I’m pretty sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. 

She turned her head to look at Claire, I tried to but my neck wouldn’t turn. She floated over to Claire.

“As if they want you? My dear, you are quite pretty but I’d leave you for the men to greet.” She swung me around and hovered me near the ground. close to Claire. “Do you want her, or me?” She asked, putting her arms around my shoulders and gently touching my chin.

“U-uhm... I-uh...” I think in the dream I was liked Claire in that way but she was straight, so I respected that, but she seemed genuinely upset that I was hesitant to say something for some reason.

“I get it, you’re stuck. Here, I’ll give you some time then you can give your answer. Although, I’ll be picking you up for more persuasion.” when she said that, she got super close and kissed my cheek. I was as red as a Coke-a-cola by then. She dropped me (I was only about a foot from the ground) and I fell. I touched my cheek then she left.

Blinkus and Claire both picked me up and I was still flustered.

"I guess you didn't get to the part where I am supposed to spend eternity with the witch I'm supposed to kill?" I asked, looking at blinky. He seemed to ignore that and asked if I was okay.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What are we gonna do?"

"Well you're not gonna marry her, that's for sure." Claire replied, she was still mad for some reason. Like? She wasn't even in to me she doesn't need to be like that. Anyways we go into the stair case and I guess it's our base. we think of a plan to outrun her, but its risky so nothing can go wrong. It's time to slay her.

I ran out of the stair-cave thing, looking around and was very cautious. I here her saying "I'm coming little knight" In an echoing voice. And this giant white and black wolf comes through the forest, she riding on the back. I freak out and start running away, barely able to though because that thing is HUGE and FAST. It slows down right next to me and I stop, defeated. She comes off and reaches for my face, to take off the glamour mask. I was Toby (I think) she screamed in a fit of rage, throwing the mask down.

"Where is she?!" She said lifting Toby up.

"Not here, that's for sure." He says, smiling. She throws him down and climbs onto the wolf.

The camera (I guess?) Floats over to me, who's hiding in the hole things on the stone. Her magic can't detect me in there I guess. But, I see a family of squirrels that are trying to climb up a tree but can't, so I leave it to help them. That was a bad mistake, because she came running after me! I run towards the stair case and dive down it, rolled and then start bookin' it down the hallways. She was close behind, her wolf shrinking to try and fit, but she left it eventually. I was getting stuck, getting hit by rocks, and was falling down other holes I didn't see. She sent a ripple through the rocks and I fell down another stair case, landing in a dead end. There was a blue River that lit the small room, and some moss growing on the sides of the rocks.

I dragged myself onto some rocks and turned to face her, she was standing staring at me and I was laying down with blood coming out of my side and head. I lifted my sword in one last defense but she tossed it aside.

"W-what are you gonna do to me" I asked, shaking from fear and tiredness. She kneeled down beside me and gently placed her hand on my head, whispered 'this' and then kissed me on the lips.

I didn't struggle, mostly cause I couldn't, but also because I didn't feel the need to. But as she was kissing me, I felt nothing. No pain, no blood coming out, no broken bones, nothing! I felt newer, in a way. She leaned back and asked:

"Feel better?" I shook my head yes, I didn't even realized her other hand not occupying my face, was clasped by my hand. She said something else but I think a fainted, and then woke up (still in the dream) to a room with rock walls. I was laying in a bed with a white T-shirt on and some sweat pants. She walked in and was joyed to see me awake.

"Oh good I'm glad you're back! Would you like some coffee?" She had a tray with a cup of coffee and biscuits. I hesitantly accepted, but then she looked worried.

"You're about to leave again. But that's fine! You'll come back soon right?" She smiled.

"Uhm, I don't know, maybe?" I said.

"I'll miss you, sweety. See you in your dreams!" She kissed me one final time, and then I woke up in my bed room.

The other dream! Isn't as long I swear.

I opened my eyes and we were in an obstacle course thing. I looked down and she was tapping my hand. This time, she had a white shirt with green overalls and a Luigi hat, I had the same thing except red and Mario hat.

"I've been waiting forever for you to come back!" She said, smiling and kissing my cheek.

"We're gonna play Mario! Isn't this gonna be fun for our first date?" She pulled me to the first part, and explained how to get through. I was able to, but it was pretty hard. She seemed like she did this before, it was a lot of fun though. I don't remember much, we mostly did obstacles and laughed a lot. She was really nice too! Claire and Toby weren't there, Jim was and he had purple overalls and a Waluigi hat. When we met the end she turned to me and said:

“this was a great first date. I'll see you again soon! You gotta go now." She kissed me on the lips and waved goodbye, and I woke up in my room, not wanting to get up again.

Third dream! This one’s a long one, too. But super magical!

This time I opened my eyes and we were walking to an opera House. We were holding hands, and she was wearing a dark green Victorian dress, and she had purple hair instead of black (but honestly it was nearly black).

“you’re going to love this show! I used to watch it when I was younger. Have you seen it?” she asked, turning to me.

“No, I don’t think I have. What’s it about?” I looked down to see what I was wearing, it was a red Victorian dress with pink highlights.

“You’ll have to see for yourself.” She answered, swinging herself in front of me and kissing me on the lips (she does that lot and I always get so flustered after but I LOVE IT AHH). So we walk into the opera and it looks more like a giant movie theater, but there is magic everywhere. Here’s the part that makes me think that this is a multiniverse, and I CANNOT MAKE THIS UP she turns to me again and asks

“I understand in your world you don’t have magic! So I thought I would surprise you.” AND THE BIGGEST SMILE ON HER FACE SHE WAS SO CUTE I was standing there in awe (from her cuteness but also because h o l y frick) there was tiny airplanes flying around with drinks on their wings with a little mouse on the nose asking if you wanted a beverage, and they were wearing little tuxedos and some had those fancy mustaches and it was adorable! There was blimps too that would serve food, the big round part would open up and whatever you ordered was automatically in it. This time it was a hummingbird with a thin velvet dress. She ordered us a drink and an ice cream, but the ice cream was shaped like a snowman and the toppings was the eyes and the coat was caramel and chocolate! It was really cool and never melted, and the drink tasted like how flowers smelled. I got a rose drink, and she got a lily. She let me try hers, and they both tasted so good! We shared the ice cream, it was really big. We sat down to watch the show, and there was just a gaping hole where the stage was supposed to be. I asked why and she laughed.

“How else will they preform? Wait, how do they do it in your world?” and so I explained that we have stages, and she looked so confused, and I was confused. We were both completely confused! I started to chuckle, trying to explain, and then she started to laugh, and it was such a nice moment. Finally the show started, so we quiet down. All of the sudden, a grass field covered the gaping hole, then trees and bushes grew out of the ground. It was huge, like a small forest. People came running from behind the trees and started dancing, it was just really magical. they were dressed like fairies, y’know those dresses, and the dance was wonderful.

After the play (? I think) She brought us back to meet the dancers and they were really cool. One asked if I dance and I told them I do (cause I do) and they asked if I could dance for them, but I was super nervous. What they danced was so good I don’t think I could impress them at all! I think my gf noticed I was worried and placed her hands on my shoulders in a reassuring way, nodding as if she knew what I was thinking. So I said yes! They played a song, I closed my eyes, and started to preform a dance I’ve never preformed before but was in the back of my head whenever I heard it. They played Once Upon a December and I killed it! I hit every move (btw I changed before this, I was in a flowing red dance dress this time) and it was exactly how I’d imagine it. I knew however, that this wouldn’t impress them. I was mistaken! Because they cheered! My gf clapped with awe on her face, and it felt really weird. I never liked applause for me, I never thought I deserve an applause when I get one, but her face turned reassuring again, making me know that I deserved this applause.

We started to say goodbye to the dancers, I stayed in the dance dress, and We sneaked into a dance room to talk, it was really loud out there suddenly.

“How did you like the play?” She asked, her dress changing into a similar dress as mine, just purple this time.

“It was so cool! we’ll have to see more like that.” I answered, still in awe that I managed to dance in front of professional dancers.

“Would you like to be in one?” She questioned, taking my hand and leaning a little forward. She was a little shorter than me, although the first two times she was definitely taller than me. I guess it changes, because her height changes again later on.

“Uhm, that would be so cool! But do you really think I could do that?”

“Of course you can! You wanna go in one now? I made the arrangements!” My. Jaw. Dropped! We were going to be in front of thousands dancing? Me and my literal dream girlfriend? SIGN. ME. UP!

We moved to the side of the hole, right outside there were seats upon seats filled with people, and we were about to dance in front of them. This time we were wearing a big fluffy coat with our respected colors (red and green) and a fairy skirt. We had mittens on, and we looked like we were about to ice skate, which we were. On a giant snowball coming from the hole. It was like being in Super Mario Galaxy on the giant Mario head, except a perfect ball! We ditched the ice skates after awhile and just danced together, and then we separated for a bit to do our own thing, and then came back together like in tangled, and she kissed me on the lips, and told me our times up, everyone applauded,then... I woke up, with the biggest grin on my face.

That was all from my gf from today, 4/8/2020, but she is the best thing from my quarantine. If she comes back I’ll tell you! the hashtag (if i have more) will be #Magic_dream_girlfriend idk it’s in the tags. But now I can say I’m taken???

[redbeanboi]

Hii. New anon here. I love your hcs!!!! Its so good and im wondering if your requests are open if yes. May i request for a mista x reader hcs where she wears a mask bc shes insecure about her face and doesnt like to take it off just like how mista doesn't like to take off his hat? Can u do something like the gang finding a way on how to take off her mask and his hat? If not you can totally ignore this ask. Thank youuuuu

hi anon! Thank you for the support :) I am actually not a hc blog; just accepting them for the fun of it. ((I can’t remember when, but I reblogged a post asking for hc requests and that’s when I started “unofficially” doing them.)) That being said, I’ll gladly fulfill your request. Thank you for asking first though! I appreciate that. Will keep this a bit on the shorter side since I have a habit of making stuff wayyy wayy too long (looking at you 3.0k mista mini-series)... xx

Mista and F!Reader who wears a mask. 

Here’s mysterious Y/n and Mista:

Mista never takes off his hat

Everyone’s been mostly okay with it, mostly because they assume it’s either always greasy or just very messy looking (fair enough, hat hair, right?)

but! once you’re assigned to Bucciarati’s team, everything changes. 

Fugo’s made a game out of guessing what’s under your mask and what’s under Mista’s hat

Narancia is curious but he doesn’t really say much other than “don’t you guys get tired of wearing the same thing all the time?”

Giorno hasn’t put much of a dress code in place and frankly doesn’t see the point in forcing either one of you to indulge in their curiosities

Bucciarati is curious but, like Giorno, isn’t interested in making you or Mista uncomfortable. Think: ‘If you’re wearing those things all the time in public, it’s probably for a personal reason’

Abbacchio claims he “isn’t very curious” and tells everyone to cut it out, but he does stare at you and Mista now and then.

Mista, on the other hand is very curious about your face. He hasn’t seen much of it, but he has seen your eyes and he thinks they’re very pretty. 

You’ve overheard him gushing about it to the others one time

“C’mon, it’s such a waste to hide all that away! Aren’t you guys curious too?”

And he only drops it when everyone else points out that ‘you cover up your hair all the time, doofus’

And as MUCH as he’d like to see the rest of your face, he’s not about to force you to take the mask off

really you’re only insecure. 

just a tiny bit

and who isn’t?

and while you’ve considered maybe taking it off once in a while around these guys

you’re terrified of letting mista see the rest of your face

what if he thinks you’re ugly 

wait

why do you care

not like you like him or anything right? haha

either way

you wouldn’t be the first person to wear a mask for those reasons

and it’s not like anyone needs to know what you look like anyway

as long as you do your job well, it shouldn’t matter whether or not you wear a mask or look cute

and it doesn’t matter if a certain team member thinks you’re attractive because--

right

ahem

anyway, mista’s got his hat, and you’ve got your mask

So the others (Abbacchio, Narancia and Fugo) decide to find a way to get your mask and Mista’s hat off

Giorno and Bucciarati want absolutely no part in any of this, but don’t think they’ll actually try to stop any of them

most of it includes very very stupid things

Like sabotaging the laundry 

which is not very effective when they realize you have dozens of that same mask in your stash

And Mista’s hat just almost never comes off

one time fugo tried to offer you something to drink, thinking you’d take the mask off

except you just sneak the straw underneath your mask and hand back his drink and respond with “that was pretty good! thanks”

and then they went back to the drawing board and asked Trish to take you to a spa

unfortunately you refused to take off your mask there

Abbacchio once slyly asked if you were into makeup and offered to give you some lipstick samples he received in the mail

but you politely decline and say “I don’t usually wear lipstick with the mask on, but thanks”

and dammit he thought he was so close

One time they tried to stain your mask with some pasta sauce (after a failed attempt to feed you some of their food again) 

and in that same afternoon they tried to dunk Mista’s head into some gross and questionable looking fountain

but then you panicked and used your stand on them 

they got a couple of bruises and mista happened to hit his head on something as he tripped and fell

Mista just got very angry at them (and makes sure to reassure you and tell you that none of this is your fault whatsoever)

And now three of Bucciarati’s team members are getting treatment from Giorno because of the injuries you gave them

And then Giorno decides to do something a little underhanded

because really, enough is enough and he’s sure that you’d both rather face a little discomfort for a brief passage of time than deal with this for the rest of your lives

“Mista, you must have hit your head on something earlier. Let me take a look at it”

And before you can blink you rush over to him

“oh that’s right. Mista, are you okay?”

“yeah i think--”

and just when you get to him and Giorno

Mista’s hat just

magically turns into a frog

and your mask just turns into a rabbit and jumps onto the floor

and bucciarati just asks the others “are you all happy now?”

Narancia’s just pointing at your face and his mouth is wide open

Fugo is kind of surprised, brow is quirked up and everything

abbacchio just shrugs because, yeah.. he’s satisfied now

“good”

bucciarati is just telling the others to quit it and leave you guys alone

and to your surprise, Mista hasn’t really said much of anything

you were expecting him to just scramble for his hat again, but instead he’s staring right at you

He’s also making an expression that you can’t exactly read

does he like it?

or maybe he thinks you’re ugly

why

does he think you’re ugly or--

Mista suddenly tears his eyes off of you and smirks at the others over his shoulder

 “would you look at that fellas--I was right after all!”

oh god

he thought you might have been cute but he’s seen your face and now he HAS proof that you’re not as cute as he initially thought

that’s why he’s smiling and blushing right?

or

well, if you’re so ugly, 

why is he smiling like a goofball?

part of you wants to scream because he just keeps looking and smiling and you’re not so sure if you can take any laughs from mista

you’re convinced he’s gearing up to make fun of you

why else would he be smiling like that

but Narancia immediately follows up with

“well I never said you were wrong”

whats that mean

“stop staring and being creeps, guys, she obviously doesn’t feel comfortable with all the attention”

and mista’s mostly right

but when you see mista’s hair

you are ready to just ignore the rest of them because his hair

it’s so

perfect?

It’s short enough to be completely covered by the hat, but !! it’s glossy and dark and kinda wavy

and it’s so cute and you just

pat his head

pat pat pat in silence

its so soft and pretty

and it smells kinda spicy

like cloves and cinnamon or something

nice warm scent

and just as you’re patting away, Mista just grabs your wrist and pulls you in a little closer and says 

“I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this before, but you’re really cute”

A/N Thanks for being patient and for sending this in! I’m planning on writing a few things for Mista sooner or later, so please keep an eye out on my ao3 for those.

xx

[atiny-dazzlinglight]

San nsfw A-Z

A = Aftercare

San will make sure that your well taken care of. If you need water and a hot bath than he’ll do it for you. Unless you manage to tire him out which is rare, he’ll be going to sleep in a few minutes. Hope he didn’t cum inside you...

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think his favorite part of his body is his hips and arms. With the way how he moving his hips on stage, you really think he wouldn’t like them? He’s been working on his arms a lot recently, so I think he would be proud of them too. For his partner, I feel like he likes waist and thighs. They are usually the first thing he would grab/wrap his arms around.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually, he cums a nice amount, it’s not too sticky or runny, so it’s the perfect medium. When he is on tour and comes back to see you, it will be a lot more, so prepare for that. He has a slight breeding kink (one of the few for this group), so if your okay with it, then he will cum inside. If not, then he’ll do it on your back.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he wouldn’t bring it up early on in your relationship, but he enjoys giving you control once in awhile. Like being bound or just having you be the dom once in awhile. He finds you hot when your above him, but he’ll never admit it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He looks like the type of person that would learn a lot from porn, but not have any actual experience with people. Probably the first person he had sex with thought he wasn’t a virgin, but in reality he was. But, he still don’t have a lot of experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Deck Chair <-- Link to the position

He loves this position. Not only can he watch your face contorted in pleasure from his thrusts, but you can’t move since he’s on top of you, so you have no choice but to take him. But best believe it feels good.

G = Goofy 

I think San is in the middle of serious and goofy, but more on the serious side. He is focused on making you both feel good, but if there’s an awkward moment, he will give a lighthearted laugh to make the situation better and less awkward.

H = Hair 

He is well groomed. He is usually trimmed low, so they will never get in the way for him or his partner.

I = Intimacy

If he wants to make love, then he can definitely be romantic. There’s a lot of sweet kisses, slow yet deep strokes and a lot of eye contact. You can feel the love in his eyes when he chooses to be intimate. Never have to question it.

J = Jack off

He jacks off about two times a week. He usually does it when you aren’t available because he believes it’s 10xs better when you do it. He jacks off more when he’s busy with promotions and tours.

K = Kink

This boy has quite a few and he is also the type to try new ones if his partner ask or is willing to try. Like I said earlier, he definitely has a breeding kink hands down. He also likes bdsm, but he won’t do something that you wouldn’t like. He enjoys light bondage for the most part  such as handcuffs and using belts or ties to bound you. His other favorite is role playing. He’s willing to roleplay anything from teacher and student, cop and robber and whatever else in between. He finds it fun and such a turn on.

L = Location

Ideally, he enjoys it the most in the bedroom. He doesn't have to worry about any interruptions or problems when you both are in a bedroom. But once in awhile, he has a secret love for having sex in the shower. He’s gotten in trouble a few times by Seonghwa and Hongjoong though since you both are in there for awhile and hold up the bathroom line, so now you guys would go in last if anything.

M = Motivation

If your wearing off the shoulder tops or very fitted pants , it will turn him on, but he knows you don’t mean to turn him on. However, that doesn’t mean he won’t find it as an opening to blame you for doing it and try to initiate something with skillful hands and teasing words.

N = No

Even though, he enjoys himself some bdsm, he will never make you cry from it. He just feels sad and will immediately stop and apologize for doing whatever he did with kisses and hugs.

O = Oral

He does prefer receiving oral because he loves looking down at you from between his legs, but when he wants to give, oh that man gives. He loves giving you eye contact when he’s down there too and he will make you keep it with him as his lips and tongue skillfully pleasure you.

P = Pace 

He switches depending on his mood and feeling. Sometimes he gives you fast and rough strokes, while other times they are slow and sensual. It doesn’t matter what pace he gives you since you’ll feel good either way.

Q = Quickie

He isn’t too fond of quickies, but he’s had a few with you. He likes drawing things out, so squeezing all of that time and foreplay into 5  to 10 minutes makes him upset. He enjoys foreplay and he barely gets that in quickies.

R = Risk 

He’s willing to try things as long as you’re okay with it. If your willing, he’ll try anything once just to see what other kinks he can add to the list. 

S = Stamina 

 Well he’s a dancer, so he has the stamina to make sure your satisfied and enough to overstimulate if he wants too. He can go about 2 rounds, but if you wanna go more than he’ll deliver

T = Toys 

He’ll used toys more so on you than himself, but he won’t rely on them. He’ll use a vibrator on you to get you hot and bothered, but he would prefer it be his fingers or mouth that do it. He enjoys using them the most when your bound because you can’t fight back and he’s a lil shit sometimes

U = Unfair 

He is definitely unfair majority of the times. He’ll tease you anywhere and when you go to glare at him for doing it, he has that adorable dimple smile on his face, asking ‘ What did I do?’ The duality will irritate you until you guys get back home, the innocent smile melting away to match that heated cat eye stare.

V = Volume

It’s fair game with San. He makes a lot of weird sounds as is, but when it comes to sex, he usually let out shaky breathes and groans. If you have him bound or made him the bottom that night, if your too good, he might get a bit whiny but it’s rare. He isn’t that loud but he isn’t completely silent.

W = Wild card

The store were San buys all his little bdsm stuff, ( with a mask, glasses and hat on, he is an idol) he’s so friendly with the staff there that whenever they see him walk in, they smile. They know he’s an idol, but with him being such a good customer with a sweet soul but kinky tendencies, they just let him shop and help when he asks.

X = X-ray

I say he got a nice length. A solid 6 inches on him with a nice size girth at the base. Probably why he enjoys deep strokes, he gets to stretch you even more when you get to the base of it. He don’t be thrusting it in his fan’s faces for nothing. He got something good in his pants

Y = Yearning 

With him being in his early twenties, he should have a healthy sex drive. Now he has self control, but if y’all could disappear and have sex before he has to go on tour or do promotions, then you’ll get the full extent of his sex drive.

Z = Zzz 

Unless you really tire him out, he will be up with you in his arms, talking aimlessly with a dimple smile and a lot of I love yous and it’s the sweetest thing to hear after all that sin. Most likely, you would fall asleep in his arms because he gotta hold something at night if it ain’t a plushie.

[standingmanintheshadow]

The Gambler

Chapter 1: Abracadabra

Summery:

Elijah Adler, a paranormal investigator who has some paranormal abilities himself in the form of magic playing cards, has been tricked, and now in the depths of the Handeemen Studios, he must now fight for his life with his new puppet pal.

This is a new story that I'm testing the waters with on this website, if all things goes well and if u want it then I'll post more. Be sure to make suggestions to improve the story or grammar issues.

“A car could be seen driving down a dark back road; The car bounced up and down as the car ran over the small cracks in the road. The driver turned on the radio, which sparkled to life and began playing a radio show from the nearby town. "Elijah Adler, is he one of the best or the worst paranormal investigators out there? We will start taking callers so that you can give your opinion.” the radio host said as the driver who was listening was merely grinning let the radio in his car continue. “Well, because of him, my house caught on fire, and all he said was that he was fighting a water spirit and needed fire to defeat it,” a caller said. “Yeah, that’s weird; the guy is even weirder. Have you seen him? He always has a deck of blank playing cards with him at all times; there is something about that guy, something I don’t like.” the radio host said. 

The driver quickly turned off the radio and deeply sighed “if they only knew what the truth was, but they will soon know when I, Elijah Adler, saves the world from destruction,” Elijah boasted while pulling out a blank playing card and turning into a cigarette. “Man, this ability is convenient,” he thought as he lit the cigarette. Still, before he could take a puff of his cigarette, he noticed that the car was starting to slow down at an exponential rate and then stopping in a matter of a minute. 

 “FUCK” Elijah screamed as his car started to stop in the middle of the deserted road. He got out and lifted the hood of his vehicle to assess the damage. “I might be one of the best paranormal investigators out there, but I’m no fucking mechanic,” Elijah muttered quietly to himself as he felt his anger quickly rising within him. “Alright, Elijah, calm down, there’s probably a place around here that can fix my car,” he said, instantly calming down. He looked around the road and noticed a rusted sign pole that said Handeemen Studio .5 Miles.

“Well, that is convenient, I hope somebody there can help me,” he said as he went back into his car to get all the necessities like his coat, bag, and folder holding his next case. He opened the folder making sure nothing was lost “well, it looks like this pizzeria is gonna have to wait until I can get my car back into working shape,” he muttered while putting the folder into his bag. He locked his car and started to walk.

After ten minutes of walking, Elijah noticed a large building with what looked like a puppet with a top hat and monocle that said Handeemen Studios, “I’m guessing this is my stop,” he said as he approached the door of the building. As he opened the door and went inside, the first thing he noticed was the horrible smell of the lousy quality paint that was on the walls and a matter of fact, the walls themselves were peeling off, showing bugs that use it for nesting; Elijah shuddered with disgust and moved on. 

He explored the lobby until he saw what looked like a person sitting at a table with a red cloth above them. The man was wearing a black covering on his head with a noose around his neck, making sure it didn’t come off. Still, the weirdest part about this guy’s appearance was that he seemed to have a puppet of what looked like the puppet on the building on his right hand. “hey, can you help me? My car broke down a half a mile from here, do know where a mechanic shop is?” he said while gaining no response from the man as he had his left hand on his head signify that he was bored.

“Maybe he didn’t hear me,” Elijah reasoned and started to walk towards the man and was about to repeat what he said until the puppet sprung to life. “Welcome old bean to the Handeemen Studio. I am Mortimer Handee pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The now ‘alive’ puppet said in a British accent, “This man is a good ventriloquist, I wonder if he does birthday parties,” Elijah thought to himself as he decided to play along. “Well, Mr.Handee, I was wondering if you know if there is someone who can help me fix my car,” he said, trying his best to do a British accent but failing at it. 

“No, I cannot help you, sir, but you seem like you need fun in your life. So why not take a patented Handee man puppet free of charge,” he said as the floor in front of Elijah opened up to reveal five puppets that had different colors and hairstyles, but ultimately looked the same in structure.

“Pick one, their all the same,” Mortimer said with a slight grin. Elijah stared at the five puppets. “These look like these belong together, I think you should just keep them,” Elijah replied in a neutral tone; in reality, he did not want the puppets, since they looked like they could be infested with bugs or diseases. Mortimer, on the other hand, was utterly baffled. Everyone who came in this building accepted a puppet, but pushing his thoughts aside, he decided to try to convince this man a tool, “you do not need to worry, my friend these puppets are meant to find homes with people, and one of them will be happy with you” he said.   

“Look, dude, I don’t want one of your puppets. They look like they’re infested with roaches,” Elijah said with brutal honesty while looking at the man with the cloth mask and not Mortimer. But before any of them could say anything, Elijah’s phone started ringing, startling both of them. Elijah pulled out his phone and answered it while Mortimer looked like he was about to explode with anger.

 “Hello,” Elijah said while walking around the room. There were a couple of seconds of silence as the person of the other end replied, “well, Mr.Smith I’m sorry, but my car broke down, it looks like my investigation is gonna have to wait until I get it fixed,” he said as he ended the call and turned back to the man and puppet. “Isn’t it rude to answer a call while you are having a conversation with someone?” Mortimer asked judgmentally while making it evident that he was livid.

Elijah sighed, “look, dude, I think we got off on the wrong foot, look I’ll take one of those puppets. So you don’t get your panties in a twist,” he said while looking at the five puppets. He picked up the one in the middle and started showing it off to Mortimer by posing with it mockingly. “You know, there is a certain magic about Handeemen puppets, they wear you,” Mortimer said with absolute glee as the man who was ‘controlling’ him fell face-first onto the table. Mortimer then started to chant something in another language. Around him, a green mist began to form around Mortimer and eventually the room, but before the spell ended, Elijah’s eyes rolled back into his head as he fainted. 

[5bruhschillinginahottub]

Cupcake (Caitlyn x Vi)

 Warnings: None except a swearing Vi

Vi was in big trouble. 

Not because she forgot to catch a criminal. 

Not because she let a robber go free. 

It was because it was her girlfriend’s birthday tomorrow. 

And typical, oh so typical Vi, forgot to buy anything, for Caitlyn. 

Vi woke up in her room, waking up from a particularly beautiful dream where she proposes to Caitlyn, and thinking about Caitlyn, she was thinking about parties, getting drunk and kissing her. 

But during what occasion could you have a party where Vi could get drunk and could kiss her? That’s right! A birthday!

So that’s why her fellow Wardens’ heard fuck mes, fuck this, shits and a litany of colourful language resonating from Vi’s room. 

As she put her clothes on and left the room, all the Wardens moved away, did not glance at her and some even retreated to their rooms. 

She ate in a hurry, and left the building in a rage quickly, as Caitlyn was meeting her today. 

As she walked on the pavement leading up to Caitlyn’s apartment, Vi almost missed a piece of paper on the floor. 

Almost, as though it was directed for her. 

She opened the piece of paper, and in scrawly blue words was the sentence:

“HEY I HEARD ITS UR GF’S BDAY TMR! IT SEEMS TO ME LIKE U HV NO IDEAS FOR WAT TO GIVE HER, SO CAN U LET ME FREE FOR HALF A YR IF I HELP U WITH HER BDAY GIFTS? FIND ME AFTER UR MEETING W/ UR GF OUTSIDE THE NEAREST CUPCAKE SHOP!” 

Vi’s face transformed from a face of disbelief, to rage, then a mask of indifference. However, she knew she did not have much of a choice, and how important her girlfriend was to her. 

Should I hang out with a criminal just to give my girlfriend a gift? She thought. I mean, I could easily punch her in the face. 

So she set her mind down, and she decided to meet Jinx after her meeting with her dearest Caitlyn.

-

“Morning Vi.” Caitlyn said. Vi nearly had a nosebleed. Caitlyn was wearing a new navy shirt dress with white polka dots and she put her hat down. 

“Morning cupcake.” Vi said, putting down her gauntlets while she kissed Caitlyn on the forehead. “New dress?” 

“Yeah. It’s my birthday tomorrow, I better dress nicely.” Caitlyn’s posh accent filled Vi’s ears. 

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” Caitlyn teased as Vi grabbed a chair. “O-Of course not!” 

Caitlyn smirked. “So today, we are going to talk about the fact that crimes have decreased over the past few months. Jinx’s sighting also has decreased. She must be sick of us.” 

That’s great! I have a better reason to see her now. Vi thought in her head. 

“Our peacekeeping must have worked very well.” Caitlyn said, smiling softly. Vi nodded. 

“Vi, what’s wrong? You’re strangely quiet today.” Caitlyn asked, holding Vi’s hands. 

Caitlyn’s soft warm hands were in Vi’s rough ones, as Caitlyn’s fingers touched each scar, each blister that formed. 

“Yeah I’m fine Cait. It’s just that-that-” Vi took a deep sigh. “It’s your first birthday as my girlfriend together, and I just want it to be special. I just feel stressed because of that.” 

Caitlyn moved and sat on the same chair as Vi. “My sweet sweet Vi. This is the sweetest thing I have ever heard that has came from your lovable yet foul mouth of yours. You know what, why don’t you go now, and I’ll let you prepare for my birthday tomorrow.” 

Caitlyn moved ever so closer, put her hands on Vi’s cheeks, and kissed her fully. 

“I love you Caitlyn.” 

“I love you Vi. You can go now. See you tomorrow.” Putting on her gauntlets, Vi left the room while Caitlyn waved her cheery wave. 

-

“That took quicker than expected.” A sing-song voice called as Vi left the apartment. Standing in front of her was Jinx in a grey hoodie and black leggings, with a black beret on her head, covering her trademark blue hair, with only a flew wisps loose. 

“Let’s just get this over with.” Vi said, turning a gear on her gauntlets. 

“Oh you’re no fun even compared to your Cait!” Jinx joked as they headed towards the cupcake shop. 

As they walked, Vi looked at Jinx. She was walking with a skip in her step, and she was humming some ditzy tune. 

Without her weapons, Jinx was just- eccentric. Curiosity got the better of Vi, and she asked a question. 

“How are you bored of causing havoc to us all?” Vi asked. 

“Well, you guys always stop my plans, so I have to use one month to develop a new one. I just hope I can get a break. I am human after all.” Jinx said, as they turned onto a corner that had the pale pink cupcake shop. 

“Also, I just want some cupcakes. That’s all.” She said as she opened the door. 

“After you, metal hands.” Vi rolled her eyes, and she stepped in. 

She has been in Canna’s Confections & Cupcakes many many times. Caitlyn was always here to set up traps or to just eat them. 

“Vi! It’s you! And who’s this young lady with you?” Canna said, a sweet old lady with a pale pink dress the shade of the store. 

“Just a friend.” Vi quickly said. “It’s Caitlyn’s birthday tomorrow, do you recommend anything for her?” 

“Of course! She’s one of our favourite customers, I can practically memorise her order of Cookies and Cream and Vanilla.” Canna said, while she wrote down some orders. “How many do you need?” 

“Um, about 24. Some of Caitlyn’s friends and the Wardens are coming.” Vi replied. “I gotcha. What about you?” Canna asked Jinx. 

“Um, can I have three of the Blue Raspberries to go?” She asked, seemingly surprised by Canna’s kindness. “Sure darling.” Vi payed for the cupcakes and we waited outside. 

As they left, Jinx was no longer her rambunctious self. 

“You’re quiet.” Vi said, suddenly noticing Vi was echoing Caitlyn from this morning. 

“Yeah yeah. I just haven’t been treated this nicely in a while.” She said, fumbling with the strings of the hoodie. 

“Hmph. I have never seen a criminal this quiet.” Jinx smiled. A soft smile, unlike her smirks or open mouthed grins. 

“You’re pretty cool for ya know, a warden.” Jinx said. “You’re alright too. Just stop wrecking Piltover, ok?” 

Jinx grinned. “Can’t control my instincts.” She said as Canna came out. “Here are your cupcakes ladies.” She said, smiling. 

“Thanks.” They said at the same time, as Vi passed the cupcakes to Jinx. Canna even put candles in the box. 

“Anyway, I gotta go.” Vi said, leaving the road. “We’re gonna meet again some day anyway.” Jinx replied. She waved and left, leaving Vi to her suddenly muted chaotic thoughts.

-

The party at night went without a hitch. Caitlyn enjoyed the cupcakes so much she ate 10, only leaving 14 left. Vi got slightly drunk, and she kissed Caitlyn a few too many times. 

Vi excused herself after her 4th beer to get some fresh air, and Caitlyn went with her. 

“This party is fantastic. I couldn’t have asked more.” Caitlyn said, resting a hand on Vi’s waist. 

Vi looked at Caitlyn. She was wearing the suit dress with a beret, while Vi was wearing a pastel pink shirt and black tie. 

“You’re welcome Caitlyn.” Vi said. “You know, this is the first time you called me by my full name.” Caitlyn said, moving closer. 

“Ah well, there’s a first for everything. Cheers to your birthday.” Vi said, clinking her beer bottle with Caitlyn’s champagne glass. 

“Cheers.” Vi drank her beer, not only thinking about her beautiful girlfriend, but also about Jinx, and how kind she suddenly was to Vi. 

But that was a thought for another day. 

[kpopboysreact]

Day6 Reaction - Falling for a Fan

Request: Hi Sammie! Can I pretty please request Day6′s reaction to them falling for a fan? With female pronouns, if you don't mind. Also, can it just be like the beginning? Like a part 1 leading to more? Thank you so much, I love you! ~ Love you too 😘❤️

Young K BRIAN

Brian wrote “Shoot Me” about the pain he’d felt in a past relationship. He truly felt like he was shot through the heart by his ex, but it couldn't compare to the feeling radiating through his chest when he saw you. You shouted the lyrics along with him, lyrics you knew by heart, lyrics Brian poured his soul into. He threw a smile in your direction and you felt weak in the knees, but cheered him on all the same. Backstage, Brian pulled Jae aside. “Hey, did you see that girl in the front row?” “I saw lots of girls in the front row.” “Yeah yeah, the one who was singing along really loudly.” “It’s a concert. They all were.” Brian rolled his eyes. “Haha but I think I know who you're talking about. You were practically drooling over her, Bribri. Wanna get her number?” “Yeah, bro. Back me up.”

Sorry not sorry but I totally believe Jae and Brian are each other’s wing-mans XD

Sungjin

You were at a fan sign, and it was finally your turn to sit across from Sungjin. He created you with a warm smile. As he signed your album, you asked Sungjin how he got into music, and he recalled the story nostalgically, to which you responded with a cute little anecdote of your own. Before you knew it, the two of you were caught up story-telling about your pasts, making each other laugh and causing the other MyDays to be jealous. Their jealousy onto peaked when Sungjin took your hand before it was time for you to move to the next member. “If I don't let go, then I guess we have to talk more.”

Jae

Being the cheeky fucker that he is, Jae decided to wear a face mask, hat, and glasses, and blend in with the huddle of MyDays waiting outside the concert hall. He did so pretty successfully for the most part. But to you, he stuck out like a sore thumb. You giggled and approached him, deciding to have some fun with the situation. “Excuse me, what time is it?” You asked Jae. He took out his phone and turned it on, showing you the time on the lock screen, careful to not say anything out loud to give away his identity. “Oh, thank you. I’m y/n. What’s your name.” Jae looked away and pretended to not hear you. “Is it Jae?” You asked, smirking. Jae looked back at you and rolled his eyes, and gestured for you to follow him away from the arena. "So it is you!” You exclaimed, proud. Jae pulled down his face mask so he could talk. “Not so loud! Unless running away from a mob of screaming fans is on your bucket list.” “Bet it’s on yours...” You jokingly threatened. “Okay how about, if you don't give me up, I’ll give you a backstage pass for tonight’s concert.” “Hmmm. Deal!” Jae took a pass from his back pocket and handed it to you, and you skipped away happily after thanking him for it. Jae wasn't really sure why, but he was already looking forward to seeing you later.

Wonpil

A new café had just opened up not too far from the JYP headquarters, but hidden well enough that not many people knew it was there. Wonpil decided it would be a great place for him to go and relax; somewhere he could be out and about but still be sure of his privacy. He was a little anxious that he was wrong when his waitress, you, greeted him by his name when he sat down. “Aren't you Wonpil form Day6?” “Ah, yes...” “You have a very nice voice.” You complimented him. “Thank you for your hard work. So, what can I get you?” That’s it? Is she going to ask to take a picture with me? “U-um...just a coffee, thank you.” You smiled at each other as you walked back to the kitchen. “She seems nice and cute...pretty, too.” Wonpil mumbled to himself. He started to daydream about asking you what time you get off work, then suggesting you hang out after that...but he was too shy. “One coffee, here you go!” You placed the coffee in front of him. “Thank you. I-um-...Did you-you uh...I’m Wonpil.” “You giggled at Wonpil’s nervousness.” “I’m y/n.” “It’s nice to meet you.”

Dowoon

“Please at least try to enjoy it.” Dowoon’s mom pleaded with him. Her friend’s daughter (you) is a huge Day6 fan, and Dowoon’s mother arranged for Dowoon to meet you as a favor to her friend. “Yes, mom...” Dowoon sighed, a little embarrassed that his mother was setting him up on dates at his age. She’d been trying to set him up for months now, but it’s never worked out. Nevertheless, Dowoon greeted you with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m y/n.” You greeted Dowoon. “Nice to meet you.” He responded. "I seriously love your singing voice.” Dowoon raised an eyebrow. “And I’ve been playing guitar for a little while now, but I could never do what you do!” “...guitar?” “Yeah! So can I ask, how did you come up with the stage name Young K?” Dowoon stared at you blankly, and you couldn't help but laugh after a few seconds. “I’m only kidding. It’s really nice to meet you, Dowoon.” Dowoon felt the nerves he had coming into this date melt away. “Haha yeah, it actually is really nice to meet you.”

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Busy Earning (Pieces of the People We Love, Part 1.)

Description: Not many people had the chance to see a vault or to mean anything in the world of Pandora. Will a hardly built relationship in the loneliness of the desert would have the potential to change anything in the world of anarchy and chaos - or will the friends try to murder each other?

A/N: If you're not familiar with Borderlands, this series will most probably won't make any sense to you. But that's alright! I am thinking about releasing a small thing called Vault Hunters Vocabulary and I will try to explain the lore and everything used IN the story but not explained in there. Whaddaya say?

A/N 2: Also, I AM MAKING NEW-U STATIONS LEGAL AND YOU CAN'T STOP ME. So I guess this is an AU? ALSO: the Bandits, Psychos, and Fanatics will speak only in the ancient language of Vine!

Warnings: A lot of guns, violence, reader is a tough badass - not a vault hunter tho. They're badass and don't give a fuck. And Scooter is a dumb bitch, as always.

Word count: 4.5 K

Tagging: @notaliteraltoad​

Series master list:  H E R E

It was one of those days when you took a deep breath and it almost burns your whole mucous membrane. Most of the days were like that in this particular part of Pandora, yet some of these days were too much. The desert around you was dry, the rocks were so hot that you'd burn your whole palm if you'd touch it. No plants or water source insight; it was just you, the asphalt road, the heatwave, and the complete silence.

If you wouldn't be aware of sweating like a living fuck and of the fact that your trousers were pretty bloody then, you'd most likely have the suspicion that you most likely just pissed yourself. On the other hand, you also knew that you had to be dressed from your head to your toes - if you wouldn't have every inch of your body covered, the sun would burn your skin down in a matter of minutes; that was how strong the sunlight was. It wasn't the most practical choice to cross the desert in a long coat, long boots, and a huge cowboy hat; it was, in fact, very much impractical, but you really didn't have much of a choice. That big, cowboy-ish hat became your personal trade over time - you were easily recognizable. If someone would've asked you to describe your personality, the hat itself would be one of your personality traits. Ever since you started wearing it, almost everyone was calling you the Cowboy, even if you were pretty sure that you're a woman. Why would you or any of the people you've been living in this hellhole with being obeying any of society's rules if you were leaving at the edge of civilization itself? Something like grammar and other constructs didn't have any value in the world you knew and were living in.

Back to you. You were pissed at the moment; very pissed. For some random reason, the Catch-A-Ride station near your house was off for the last three weeks and anyone cared enough to repair it. You were hunting Skags for a living and believe it or not, having the chance to get a functioning car was making your job very much enjoyable. But because anything could work on Pandora, you had to hunt down two Skags and drag them to the man living in the nearest town, where you had your contract signed.

Every single morning, you had to get up super-early to track some pack down, hunt at least two of these animals, and then drag the dead bodies through the entirety of the desert. That was the pain in your ass. To drag two damn heavy animals in that goddamn weather. Not that you had a chance refuse to hunt for that day - the meat was rotting quickly in this part of the planet and also, Pintley had quite a lot of customers he had to feed - you being one of the said customers. Also, funny enough, there wasn't that much meat on Skags. It was a doubtful business, to say the least.

A sudden, quiet mechanical noise threw you out of the train of your thoughts. It was easy to tell what was the problem since you could feel your right shoulder tensing up. - "Please no, please no." - You mumbled as you felt your right arm getting stuck and letting the bag go. A hiss left your lips as you felt the metal limb giving you a slight electric shock, sending it down your body. You sighed and sat down on one of the dead Skag's body, carefully taking the coat off just enough to reach the small panel, so you wouldn't tear the arm of your body. It took you almost half an hour of sitting there with a small wrench in your hand as you re-organized the small cabled inside as the metal whole arm was made of got hotter and hotter. Just a small moment longer and you'd burn your damn fingers.

In the end, you somehow managed to connect all the cables on the upper arm and attached the small piece of metal back on its spot again, rolling the coat back on your shoulder so it would cool down a bit. You were good to go again, so you took the bags your Skags were put in and walked forward again, dragging the corpses on the road behind you. At least, the buildings of that God abandoned city could be seen in the distance.

Hell's Cauldron. That was the name the locals gave it. The barely-a-town was raided by the bandits so often that they became more of your neighbors and maybe even friends over time. You knew a mentally unstable bandit named Bernie, who sometimes gave you a drive home - a ride from a Psycho was never a good one, but do as they say and don't look on the teeth of a horse that was given to you. You also became friends with Blind Billy, who was a better driver than Bernie and his one-man crew. This psycho was the man who always tried to buy your Skags. But you were persistent against selling them for Eridium.

Just as you thought of your favorite boys, the roar of their car could be heard in the distance as the machine got closer and closer. You smiled when you heard the sounds of their cars; they were very specific sounds breaking the utter silence around. The cars themselves were... Something. It wasn't a model rentable in Catch-A-Ride stations, so their cars were working just right at the moment. Also, this meant that you wouldn't have to the last few miles on foot, which would be simply great.

"Y/N!" - It was Billy's voice that could behear through speakers placed on the back of their car. In the next moment, the machine stopped next to you. You gave him a smirk and a nod through one of the windows. - "Ya still huntin' down those bunnies, ha? Come in, Cowboy girl, we'll give you a ride, whatcha say?" - The man opened up the door and invited you in. You gladly accepted and gave him the first bag containing a dead animal so he'd help you with dragging it inside the back of the car. Blindy threw it on the ground next to two benches before giving you a hand to drag you in as well.

"I guess I do, yeah. You know, Blindy, everybody needs a way to survive. You rob and kill, and I hunt. Everyone's doing great." - With a sigh, you sat on one of the only clean spots on the bench, getting a hold of it as you felt the engine shaking with the entire car.

"TO HELL'S CAULDRON YOU FUCKING DEADBRAIN!" - Billy yelled into the microphone so it could be heard at least miles from you. The car started so abruptly that it almost knocked you to the ground. - "Ya still don't wanna gimme one of those delicious creatures? I'm sick of eating bugs and sometimes people, when necessary, of course." - Billy asked and dragged his hand along one of the Skag's body. You were disgusted to say at least, but you also were careful enough not to display it in your expression. In the end, there was nothing to wonder about - these men were classified psychopaths.

"We've talked about this more than once, Blindy. Pay me the cash and I will give you one. If you don't want to pay for the work... Well..." - You laughed and touched the Jacobs shotgun attached to your back, sending him a clear message. - "Let's say that we've talked about this, shall we?" - "Oh, yea, Cowboy! Do ya get good money from it? I told ya I can pay ya in Eridium." - The psycho smiled and leaned in closer to you. You leaned to him as well, putting your metal palm on his mask.

"Eridium is worth only if I am a siren or if I have someone who deals Eridium to someone else. So... Do I, a), look like an Eridium dealer or do I, b), look like a siren to you?" - Your metal wrist patted the mask, and right after, you leaned away. Billy chuckled at what you've said. Eridium was an extremely valuable material - for some sort of people. If you weren't that sort of person, Eridium were just violet glowy stones in your eyes. Why would you even need that shit in this hole? The most ridiculous thing in this matter was the fact that psychos of Ham's Creek had a ton of Eridium on them; piles, probably. Hyperion jerks excavated many shafts in the proximity of your homes before they left; and while Hyperion guys were gone, the Eridium was still there and ready to get mined. You've heard that the guys from Ham's Creek, the bandit colony, were trading the stones to doubtful people for less than half of its value... But who were you to judge them? You were all doubtful people, you were all doing shady things. Any of you could be considered innocent.

"You may not be a siren, but you're ma muse in everythin' I do, Cowboy." - Blindy chuckled as the car stopped right in front of Hell's Cauldron's pub. There were seven more buildings in the city if you counted the toilette cab...  The least pleasurable place in the proximity of fifty miles radius. - "Don't ever dare to repeat that, dear God. If you do, Imma shoot your ass off, okay?" - Your laughter filled the air as you watched Blindy and Rayray dragging Skags into the local.

"I SMELL LIKE BEEF!" - Rayray yelled and threw the Skag body next to the bar. It was a greeting, a very polite one if you might add. Rayray was still learning how to grasp the rules of being police and sometimes, he really hit the ballpark. With a small smile, you entered the pub as well and nodded at Pintley, the local pub keeper, who shrugged his shoulders. - "You've been making the boys busy again, Cowboy?" - Pintley, an old man with white hair and a missing eye, asked kindly and controlled the Skag. One day, Billy's crew accidentally took out a bag with a dead human body instead of the Skag one and when Pintley wanted to cook his famous Skag goulash, he almost threw up. This time, it was really the dead animal.

"Oh, yea. And I would get the bags to the freezer as soon as possible, it is probably already grilled at this point." - With a grunt, you finally took off the coat as you leaned into and took your enormous hat off to look at Pinty. The man was still looking at the animals, trying to set an amount of cash to pay for this catch. - "That's fifty dollars for each one of them... Maybe even sixty, they're huge. Good call today, Cowboy." - He hummed in the end, opening the cash register and handled you the money. It was not much... But it was something at least.

"Something must be happening out there again, huh?" - It was a quiet, suggestive mumble as you looked at the banknotes in your palm. Pintley asked a silent "What?" because he hadn't heard about anything going on. - "I mean... Marcus Munitions charges for bullets are off the charts since Jack had... You know." - You peeked behind the bar, pointing at a slice of bread. Without you having to pay for it, Pintley gave it to you to chew on it.

To your surprise, Blind Billy nodded at you as he too leaned into the countertop. Even the bandits of Ham Creek could see that something's going on when they were buying their bullets for another raid - it cost almost two hundred dollars more. All of the things you've mentioned happened over five years ago, maybe even more. Handsome Jack, the CEO of Hyperion, was allegedly murdered by Lilith and the Crimson Raiders of Sanctuary. Since then, Hyperion Corporation was filled with social climbers who tried to become the new CEO - but before everything ended, Elpis' lunar station Helios was blown up, meaning that the days of Hyperion ruling over Pandora were over. Not that any of you would particularly care about any of that.

After that, there were some rumors about a new vault key found and about the existence of many new vaults all around Pandora and its sister planets. And as you heard, it was usually a joke, the vault key ended up in a desert where two jackasses found it. That, in fact, led to the creation of a pain in the ass known as 'The Calypso twins' and their cult; the Children of the Vault. Now, allegedly, Crimson Raiders and their leader Lilith had left Pandora and created Sanctuary 3, a spaceship flying on the orbit of Pandora.

Honestly, as far as you cared, all of this could be just a bunch of made-up stories. How the hell were you supposed to know what happened in space or on the other side of the planet? Who were you supposed to be? A fortune-teller? A telepath to know all of these things for certain? There was one sort of people on Pandora about which everyone seemed to forget - normal people. Normal people like you. Yes, people who only tried to live their lives and who owned only one gun existed. People who pursued normal jobs, calm life without all of the vault hunting business.

You've personally never seen the infamous Handsome Jack (only his posters and billboards) or the alleged vault hunters scattering through Pandora, searching for new things to kill and new loot to find. You never have seen Lilith, Roland, or any of the Crimson Raiders with your eyes, nor you've visited Sanctuary, Haven, New Haven, or Helios - and you surely had not visited the Concordia spaceship. You never saw any of those rumors for yourself, thus, you didn't know what was real or fake.

"Look at it like this, Pintley... The Catch-A-Ride stations aren't working in this part of Pandora for God knows how long and now, Marcus is charging up for rounds again? The last time he did that when the last bunch of the vault hunters came to Pandora? I tell you, something's going on." - Now, you rose your eyebrows and stopped everything you were doing. A loud bang blasted through the Hell's Cauldron. There was silence for a moment, but then a loud song started to play. With a long sigh, each of you stood up and grabbed their gun to get ready for a fight. The Children of the Vault decided to pay you a late-afternoon visit.

This, unfortunately, meant a shootout in the middle of the sun-parched square of the Hell's Cauldron just for the laughs. Those guys were just fine most of the time, but on some days, they came to the town and all they wanted to do was fight with guns blazing. By now, you all knew the drill - a short shootout while letting them spawn back in their base and then, you could continue with your daily program.

No matter what you told those jackasses, no matter what you did, no matter anything - they just drove into the sun-parched square and started to shoot. They were idiots without a single functioning brain between them, to say at least. To your good luck, Blindy and Rayray were on your side. These two were pretty reasonable bandits. Billy was also unusually smart for living with psychos, midgets, and more for as long as he did, yet he still kept his brain working.

The shooting which happened in Hell's Cauldron that day was louder than usual. Maybe it was just the way you've been laughing or the COV's new summer playlist, but this one was unusually loud. People were throwing grenades just as they were yelling some nasty words at each other. Some of them dropped dead in a matter of seconds because they were just standing in plain open. A car blew up accidentally, the trunk almost hitting you in your face and the face. When everything was done, there was only you, Rayray, and Pintley standing in the settling dust. You and Pintley were usually a great team - since he had a slag sniper rifle and you had an orange tier Jacobs shotgun, you were good to go any time. The rest of the COVs slowly disappeared - they started spawning at the New-U stations back in their small cultist town fifty miles away from Hell's Cauldron.

But something wasn't right. Blindy was still laying on the ground, bleeding out with a blank stare. His body wasn't moving and there were even small droplets of blood as he coughed before he passed away. This wasn't supposed to happen. As you approached the body, you've been growing through how did you get into the town in the first place. You've driven in our of the eastern exist, which meant you've driven around a checkpoint. That led you to a conclusion that the Hyperion Checkpoint Station, those were all over Pandora, must've written his biometrical data down. Blindy was somewhere inside the database, hidden in the code; but New-U station wasn't, for a reason, reconstructing his physical body.

"What's going on? Why isn't he respawning, Pintley? Don't you tell me that he wasn't registered by the Checkpoint." - Without giving a single fuck about the blood and dust, you kneeled and took off Blindy's mask to look into his scarred, lifeless fave. He wasn't the most handsome lad you've seen, but he had a good heart and that was all you cared about. - "Billy, man, don't you play games with me now. Get the fuck up, man. Come on." - You begged silently. You couldn't lose him because of a routine shootout. You've survived hundreds of these - he was a good bandit, a good friend, and a significantly good gunman.

"I think the New-U is cut out of the electric network, Cowboy." - Pintley yelled at you, while Rayray was opening the database in the Checkpoint station next to the pub. - "We might as well put it back to use. Stop with the nonsense and get to work, come on!"

The New-U stations and Checkpoints were a special thing that Pandora needed to have any population surviving on it. It all started way back when Atlas, Dahl, Hyperion, and many more were supporting the golden era of vault hunting; those hunters got their own Echo devices to stay in touch all the time and in case they'd accidentally die or dismember, the New-U stations were meant to render a new body for them. As soon as you arrived or was born in this sector of the universe, the corporation implanted a chip to the nape of your neck; you wouldn't respawn only in the case someone would be using jammer or took the chip out of your body. There was a whole lot of things that could get you killed - psycho in a bad mood, hungry Skag, angry friend, bad food, accidental fall into a volcano... You could choose, really. Sometimes, it could take a while to respawn, it also cost you some money, and before the transaction was sent... It could be a whole lot at times.

Since there were no laws and anarchy and chaos ruled the planet hand by hand, this system came in handy at all times. The Checkpoint stations were the smaller ones, saving up your data like DNA and memories to have all of your personal information in the systems in case anything happened to you. New-U was able to resurrect a person after paying said charge - they constructed your body from the DNA and cells of your dead body, implanted the memories back into your brain, and even construed the clothes you had on. It was truly a miracle of modern age science - but also a necessity for Pandora and its moon Elpis.

Rayray nodded when he read Billy's name in the database. He was there; he was there, safe and sound. You only had to make the New-U work. Without giving any fuck, you just threw the dead and useless body on the ground, walking to the machine, next to Pintley, to look at the cables leading out of the back of the machine to the charger on the wall.

Luckily, you were quite handy with this sort of stuff. Really, you had to restore the electricity circuits inside your metallic arm; handily, you opened up the machine and started to work on it, searching for the problem. Pintley was kneeling next to you, so you were only telling him what you needed - like a wrench or a hammer - and he fetched it to you. New-U was mostly unused in Hell's Cauldron, so it was really no wonder that it wasn't working; it was out of order for quite some time now. If Blindy wouldn't have died, you wouldn't even notice the malfunctioning machine.

It probably was out of order for the last five years - since the last time Bandits provoked a gunfight was... You couldn't even remember. Maybe, Pintley himself pulled the cables out; you wouldn't let the electricity bill getting bigger if you hadn't need for letting the New-U running, right? The Calypso fanatics couldn't be considered a threat at all. Each of them was dumb and couldn't shoot for shit, so the only ones getting killed were them. Even more so, they usually started to talk about some of their damn fanatic nonsense in the middle of the fight. In the beginning, you listened to those jackshit rambles; then you just murdered them without blinking. It wasn't that easy. Rayray looked at you from the database's screen. Bandits, believe it or not, were sometimes pretty smart. Yes, they had their bright moments. The only thing they couldn't do was to speak like a normal human being.

"THAT HURTS LIKE A BUTTCHEEK ON A STICK!" - Rayray yelled at you and you furrowed - it was too late to stop the respawning process since the machine started barking loudly in front of you as it came back to life. What did he say? Someone else was written down in the system except the normies of Hell's Cauldron? You looked over to the bandit boy, but it was too late to pull the cable; the New-U already started to build a human being. And that person definitely wasn't Billy. You made Pintley step back since he hadn't any gun on him and took out your Jacobs shotgun again, pointing at the stranger. The man, it definitely was a man, was looking at his hands in wonder, opening his palms, closing them right after, playing with his fingers. He slowly pulled an Oz kid used in the vacuum off the back of his head, so he could take some normal, hot breath into his lungs. The breather was old as hell, probably six to seven years to your estimations (given it was an ultra-old Vladof Oz it). Who was that man, you didn't know at all; you just assumed he must've been dead for quite some time.

The Hyperion nice-ass lady was telling him something, but she couldn't quite finish her speech - Billy started rendering right next to the man. You exhaled and thanked God for Billy, but you didn't let the mysterious man go out of your sight - you didn't know who he was, what his intentions were, or if he was a bad guy or not. The only thing you could clearly tell was that the man was super-happy to be alive. "I'm alive! I'm alive! Would ya believe it, man, I'm alive, breathin' and stuff and I'm feelin' just fine!" - The stranger exclaimed and looked over to you. - "Wait... Wait. Man, man, ya not Lilith or Moxxi or one of their vault hunters. Who are ya?" - He tried to come closer to you, for some reason, so you only rose the barrel of the shotgun and watched the small laser light hovering on his forehead.

"Ya not any friendly folks, ha?" - The man asked and laughed your barrel off as if he barely noticed the danger he was in. There was... Something about him. You felt like you knew him from somewhere. That face was basically burned deep into your brain and it was so detailed, that it was freaking you out like shit. Those eyes, sharp lips... But his name was a remaining mystery to you; not for too long, unfortunately. - "Hey, name's Scooter. Ya know me. Most of the folks on Pandora do." - With that, he offered you a palm to shake, and because of that, you took the barrel of your shotgun down from his forehead. Scooter. Scooter. That face, that name... Jesus that man was reminding you of someone and you couldn't just remember who. Eyeing down his clothes covered in old, dry oil (which was clearly powering engines, or some other machinery), you straightened and watched Pintley approach Scooterboy. You exhaled slowly and put the shotgun on your back, shoving it back into the covering.

"Name's Pintley, young man. Come here, I'll give you a cold Dr. Bob and some food." - Pintley patted his shoulder and you carefully watched Scooterboy with a frown. You were inclined to believe him just after he looked like isn't about to kill you, yet it didn't mean you'd be particularly fond of the stranger just yet.

"Scooterboy?" - Your voice was firm and cold as you looked at him. - "Don't you do something with cars? I get the vibe you do, look at your clothes." - It was a short explanation, but it did work. Scooter looked down quickly, raising his eyebrows. Blindy was now standing next to you and he didn't have a clue about what was going on.

"Catch-A-Ride!" - Scooterboy exclaimed with a big smile. Oh dear, you got your mindset straight on who he was. It was like a blast inside your brain. You knew his face from all the commercials you've seen with his face - it was a big thing when he supposedly died on his way to Helios. Ellie, his big sister and the other big mechanic of Pandora, was paying him many respects and missed him dearly. She was mourning for a long time.

"How the fuck are you alive?" - With a frown, you stormed past him and Pintley, entering the pub first. - "This is one wild evening Pintley, I tell you. Give me, Billy and Scooter some cold Dr. Bob and some bread with cheese you have there because I'm about to faint." - You sat at the nearest chair, massaging your own face.

Scooter was alive.