#it's always tall women who don't give a shit and men in glasses it's always like this!!!

[wonboos]

oh mortefi from the beginner banner you don't say 🥰

[ash-says]

Things to be aware of as a Hopeless Romantic:

We all have been there daydreaming about the perfect man, the perfect life, the perfect whatever,etc. Still life is not full of roses and thorns are inevitable.

So here are some aspects to look out for according to me so that you won't fall in the delulu is the only solulu trap.

Remember if you follow me, we don't do regrets here. We accept, take accountability and move on. We don't soak ourselves in problems. We solve them effectively.

1) Drop those rose-colored glasses. Crush them under your feet and now look at the world again. Learn to accept reality. It is what it is. Not what you make it out to be. Learn to become an observer of your life from time to time. It will give you the real picture.

2) Potential is useless if you are not leveraging it. It's a trap both for yourself and others. You see potential in him of changing and being a good guy?? Girl, he *IS* not a good guy. It's not your job to raise a man. It's embarrassing. Stop babysitting grown men.

3) Standards are important but ensure they are not rooted in fantasy. Let's be honest finding a man who is rich, dark, tall, sexy and talks in the way you read in your romance novels is difficult. I am not saying it's impossible but don't be too rigid. All I will say is make sure you are also on the level where if you come across such a man he should be ready to date you.

4) Men view sex differently than us women. I know many of you will get triggered after reading this but the majority of men really view women as sex dolls. Blame the porn industry maybe. Good men exist but not every other man who talks sweetly is good.

5) A person in your life treats you nicely. Always talk sweetly, tells you that you matter to them but their actions don't match it. Chances are you are being breadcrumbed. Plans being cancelled? Messages being unseen? But when confronted all you get is,"Sorry love, I was busy. I was going to do it. You matter a lot,etc etc." Breadcrumbing. Be smart it can happen even in friendships too. I understand people get busier with time and things do happen. Use your discernment to see who really is busy and who is faking to be busy.

6) That uncle was so kind to me. He talked to me sweetly and always tried to help me out. Now, that's really sweet of him. Next he calls you home to help out with the household chores and he is alone at home because his wife is out of town for some work. Would you go and help? Yes. Will you go alone? No. That's unsafe.

No matter how much a gentleman a man appears to be you are not allowed to be in a situation where he could potentially take advantage of you. You always bring along a friend or deny it. I know it's wrong to not help someone but at your own risk. No. Never. It's common knowledge in our society.

7) Dreaming of a Prince Charming to whisk you away from all your troubles??? Dream on. The idea that a soulmate or one person will magically solve all our issues is dumb. We as human beings add to each other's happiness rather than becoming the core of it.

8) One of the biggest mistakes I have seen girls around me make is of being fully invested in a relationship to the point one small fight makes them depressed. That's codependency. It's unhealthy.

9) Never make your relationship your identity. You should always have a separate identity out of it. Stop curating yourself for your partners. Morphing yourself according to their likes and dislikes. That's one way ticket to an identity crisis after breakup. Compromises are essential but changing your core self??? Crazy shit.

10) Your relationship should not be the reason for your downfall. It happens especially with my intense girlies we invest so much of ourselves in the relationship to the point it becomes our focal point and when it faces upheavals we are devastated. The mental distress starts flowing in other areas of your life and suddenly your grades are falling, your career seems unstable, etc. Develop the emotional strength to compartmentalize your emotions and not allow them to overflow in other areas and affect them.

Imagination is fertile but being delusional is being stuck in a swamp.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

[personasintro]

selfish love | myg

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; we're all a little bit selfish sometimes

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yoongi x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: infidelity au, smut, angst (?), drabble 

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, oral sex (f.), some biting (nothing too drastic), ch*king, rough and unprotected sex, creampie, mirror kink, public sex (kinda?), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, cheating

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k+

𝐚/𝐧: feedback is always appreciated <3

Min Yoongi looks divine in a full on black suit, fitting right in with the filthy rich people wearing designer's clothes with their noses upwards, thinking they're better than anyone else. Rings adorn his long slim fingers as he brings a champagne glass to his lips, tasting the expensive taste of Bordeaux from 1990.

It's the same you're having in your hand, but you've never been a wine person who could appreciate the true taste of a vintage wine.

From across the room, he stands tall and confident, keeping his face serious as he talks to a considerably older man who could surely be his father's age. Even though his words are unheard to your ears, everything that comes out his mouth seems to be just as confident as his appearance is.

His hair is long enough to cover the back of his neck, the middle parted and tucked behind his ears as he shoots a polite smile to the man's wife. One thing is sure. Even in a room full of young men, screaming fortune and power, he stands out and he's undeniably the biggest catch of the night.

Just as the amount of men surround the ballroom, so do women of any age. You catch some women in their fifties ogling Yoongi – not that you blame them – but you hide the upcoming smirk behind the rim of your glass.

Turning to the tall tables where any kind of posh food is displayed, you decide to end your momentary watching of the scenery. You hate big crowds. Especially this kind where it's an obvious act of faking interest, kindness and friendliness. Not to mention everyone seems to talk about their fortune.

Where they're going on their hundredth vacation of the year, what a big house or mansion they've built and things like that.

After a few years of attending these, someone would've assumed you would get used to it. You haven't.

“I wouldn't go for the strawberries. The chocolate on them tastes like shit.”

Glancing sideways, your lips twitch to an amused smile at the sound of Yoongi's velvety voice and most importantly, the explicit language no one dares to speak in here. Not that there's anyone in earshot to get scandalized by it.

You shouldn't be surprised though. Yoongi is not one to particularly care about this. Still. Even you and him have to play some part.

You're met with amusement dancing in his dark eyes when you still pick the strawberry, tasting the fruit and chocolate. His eyes momentarily fall down to your lips, watching you take a bite of it as you hum.

“I don't remember asking for your opinion.” you hum, reaching for your glass you've placed on the table.

A low chuckle rumbles out of his chest as he hums. “Sharp.”

That makes you laugh silently. “They taste delicious. You should try them.” you feign innocence and sweetness in your voice, sharing an eye-contact for a moment as you lick the corner of your lips.

Yoongi watches the movement with darkening eyes, not giving you any reaction knowing there might be people watching. You never know.

His name is called out just as you brush past him, the scents of you mixing into thin air.

Hurried and panting breaths fill the vacant bathroom, one that's not meant to be used by tonight's guests and surely not in this way. The click of a lock follows, enough to make your insides flutter in excitement. Lips meeting and teeth clashing in a frantic kiss make you greedy and eager for more. Your lipstick is ruined, covering Yoongi's mouth messily and the little bit of his cheek as well.

You giggle, his lips curving into a knowing smile before he goes down to attack your neck with the same amount of eagerness.

“Yoongi, you're gonna stain me.” you complain, though make no movement to protest any further as your lower back meets the edge of the sink.

“Gonna clean you up later.”

Whatever that means, you don't bother to explain it's an unnecessary waste of time. Because you don't have time. Hundreds of people are inside the ballroom, more of them outside mingling. It's just a matter of time before someone notices you or Yoongi missing. Though accusations are mostly left unsaid, you can't have any scandals.

You might suffer insults behind your back, but it might damage not only Yoongi's reputation but his company and business too. There's too much to lose. Even with knowing this, you afford to get selfish sometimes.

You yelp, giggling as soon as Yoongi grabs you by the back of your thighs, hoisting you to sit on the counter. He's kissing you again, biting into your lip showing his thirst and hunger. As soon as you feel his fingers between your legs, dress bunched up at your waist revealing your underwear.

Black. Yoongi's favorite.

“Fuck.” Your back meets the mirror that covers the entire wall, eyes closed and mouth open as Yoongi circles your entrance with the tip of his fingers.

Finding you wet for him, he chooses to kiss you again rather than show his cockiness of your current state. You both know it's for him only.

He pushes your panties aside before pushing two of his fingers into you, wasting no time in teasing you any further. That alone makes you gasp, one hand gripping the edge of the counter while the other is buried in his hair, tagging onto his black locks. God, you love his hair like this.

He fucks you with his fingers, the sensation making your toes curl. You could cum like this in no time, but instead, you gasp out Yoongi's name. “No time.”

He growls, knowing the raw truth of reality and he's forced to pull out his fingers covered in your wetness. “When can I take my time with you?” he complains under his breath.

Despite your heart roaring with sorrow, you let yourself chuckle lightly. “Yoongi, less talking, more action.”

Looking up at you, his eyes dance with mischief as he takes off his suit jacket, quickly hanging it on the hanger beside the door. He's back between your legs before you can blink, sliding off your panties as he grabs your thighs and pulls them more apart. You gasp at the stretch and yelp right after when he tugs you to him. Thankfully, you've caught yourself just in the right time.

Yoongi cackles at your glare, kissing your thigh and that alone makes you bite your lower lip harshly, preventing yourself from moaning. And then Yoongi bites into your skin gently, your thigh flinching but thanks to his tight grip, he holds you in place.

“Less talking, more action,” he mutters mockingly, making sure he glances back at you. “Sharp.” he says simply, causing your lips to twitch.

“Aren't you used to it by now?” you jokingly breathe out, a tongue darting out to wet those delicious lips of his.

Your chest tightens at the unholy sight of Yoongi – and he's still fully clothed. Instead of saying anything else, he adjusts you one more time to his liking before you feel that insane mouth at your clit. You'll never get enough of the sight of Yoongi on his knees for you, face buried between your legs and lapping at your wetness. And then he lifts up his head, wicked smile visible as he says;

“Rushing me, but you're not stopping me now.”

He has a point. The cheekiness causes you to breathe out a laughter, breath turning erratic. The thing you would risk for this man.

“You love getting this cunt eaten out, huh?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He's so right and he knows it too damn well.

Luckily, Yoongi realizes that you're running out of time and as much as you want this to last forever, it simply can't. You're already playing with fire by sneaking out.

A set of cursing escapes your lips, despite you've been biting on them rather harshly to not make any loud noises. But it's his fault because Yoongi is sucking, making out with your cunt before he fucks you with his tongue. Not even two minutes later, a broken moan resounds and you arch from the counter, cumming on Yoongi's tongue.

Your skin is hot, no burning from the intense sensation as Yoongi laps at your wetness and cum. It's been too long. Grabbing his expensive shirt, you tug him to you and he happily obeys, grabbing the back of your neck before kissing you harshly.

Moaning into his mouth, you fumble with the belt of his pants. Eager and hungry, Yoongi helps you and pulls himself out of his boxers. You hold yourself back from rolling your eyes in pleasure at the sight of his hard cock. Veins poking from the soft and thin skin as it shamelessly stands upward, slapping against his stomach.

You wish you could take the shirt off, see his beautiful skin, chest and stomach under the material. Not wanting to focus on the disappointment of the reality, you adjust yourself for Yoongi as his eyes stay on your cunt as he pumps himself. Fuck.

“How do you want it this time?”

Such a simple question, yet you find yourself stumbling over your words.

“There's no time.” you remind him.

But he ignores you, a frown settling on his face as he asks again. “You want me to fuck you or make love to you?”

It's silly. He is silly. How can he possibly make love to you in someone's bathroom? Not when time's ticking.

“I'd much rather prefer you taking your time while making love to me… than here in this bathroom.” you point out, Yoongi's hand cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing against your cheek in a tender caress.

“I can make love to you anytime and anywhere.”

You chuckle at that, “That anytime part is not that true.”

“That… might be the truth,” he confesses, your brow arched in a teasing manner as Yoongi cracks a smile. “But don't tempt me, love.”

Your noses bump into each other as he kisses you harshly, your insides trembling and so does your cunt when you feel his tip poking your inner thigh. It's just a reminder of how badly you want him.

“So what's it gonna be?”

Your answer is clear. “Fuck me.”

A second later and he doesn't waste any time in guiding his cock to your entrance. As soon as the tip enters you, you moan loudly which causes Yoongi to shush you. Entering you hurriedly, his eyes check your face to make sure you're alright. As he gives you a few seconds to adjust to his girth and size, he pulls out just to smack his cock inside you again. He thrusts into you with so much intensity that you think you're not going to be able to walk.

You most likely will feel him for the rest of the night. It's something you should've come to terms with. And you have. You knew damn well what's going to happen when your eyes met across the room. You excused yourself from the group, shortly followed by Yoongi hot in your tracks.

The moment he caught you, he wasted no time in bringing you to the first room that's far enough from the main commotion. Which happens to be this overly expensive bathroom with shitty dim lightning.

“I'm so fucking close.” you whine, walls stretching to Yoongi's thick cock.

He pulls out, getting you off the counter as you messily land on your heels. Soon turned around facing the mirror. Your hands automatically grasp the counter again while Yoongi pulls your ass to him, positioning you so you arch your back for him.

You lift your gaze, meeting Yoongi's eyes as your breath hitches. He shoots you a handsome smile, a strand of hair almost falling into his hair as he enters you again.

One hand on the back of your neck, the other holds your hip as he starts thrusting over and over again. Your eyes roll back, not being able to stare at the explicit sight of you two any longer.

“Open your eyes, love.” he prompts you.

Forcing yourself to open them, your breath hitches again. Yoongi brings his hand to your neck, wraps it around it as he prompts you to straighten yourself. You do, all while Yoongi's fucking you. And then he squeezes your neck.

The silver band on his ring finger shoots lasers at you as you gulp, closing your eyes for more reasons than one. Yoongi's grunts are the greatest melody, echoing in the bathroom as it gets mixed with your own gasps and moans. Skin slaps against skin, giving away your sinful acts.

“Cunt so fucking good.” Yoongi grunts, your walls tightening which makes him quicken up the pace.

You barely hold yourself on your feet, stumbling as your palm meets the cold glass. Fingerprints on the mirror, you see yourself in the reflection completely fucked out. Lipstick smeared, most of it on Yoongi's lips and face as your mascara smudges under your eyes. You'll have to clean up, completely aware of not having your make-up bag here which makes the task harder. You'll have to improvise and do your best, hoping no one would question your messy appearance. Well, you hope you'll be able to clean yourself nicely with no traces of what's happening right now.

That's the least of your worries now.

Your entire body trembles as a powerful orgasm overcomes you. Gasping loudly, you're sure Yoongi's name leaves your lips repeatedly, he grunts and bites into your exposed shoulder where the straps have fallen down. Reaching his own orgasm right after, hips faltering and thrusts sloppy, he shoots his cum inside you.

You moan at the fullness of him, already feeling some of his cum streaming down your thighs. He pulls out, but not before delivering a tender kiss to the spot where he bit you.

There's not much time for coming down to your individual orgasms. As soon as you get your breathing in check, Yoongi tucks himself back to his pants, buckling them as he helps you with your dress.

Though there's a silence – moans, grunts and skin slapping no longer heard – the moment is sweet. Even though there's a realization of reality.

“Go.” you tell him softly.

He doesn't.

Instead, Yoongi turns you around by your waist, wiping your under eyes.

“Yoongi.” you mutter, ushering him to leave.

He presses a delicate kiss to your lips.

“I need to retouch my make-up.” you whisper, wiping your lipstick off his cheek. No evidence.

He nods, pressing his lips tightly together.

“The strawberries do taste nice. And the chocolate.”

You give him a look. “Huh?”

“I tasted it on your lips.” he says with a cheeky smirk.

You playfully roll your eyes.

“Though the taste was tainted by the wine.”

“Oh shut up,” you laugh, pushing into his chest softly as he backs away with that sexy smirk of his. “Go first. I'm gonna clean myself up.”

Yoongi smirks, knowing make-up is not the only thing. His cum is soaking your panties and your thighs are sticky.

“Go.” you usher, hearing the lock click.

With one last smile, Yoongi leaves the room and closes the door after him. Left alone, you usher yourself this time to make yourself look presentable and clean yours and Yoongi’s mess between your legs. Or more like what's there to be saved.

Five minutes later, you come to the ballroom, acting unfazed as if you just didn't spend your time being fucked in one of the bathrooms. You quickly went to the room where everyone's coats and purses are held, and sprayed your perfume to cover Yoongi's scent before coming here.

With your head held high, you're waved off by your boyfriend. Forcing a gentle smile, you walk up to him and have him circle his arm around your waist, touching your crimson red silk dress.

“Sorry, Mr. Son would never shut his mouth.” Namjoon apologizes, delivering a kiss on top of your head as you force yet another smile.

Across the room, your eyes automatically meet Yoongi. There he is. Standing with his wife next to him. Similarly to you, Yoongi has his arm around your sister's waist. It rests on her lower back.

“It's okay.” you manage to say, averting your eyes elsewhere but not quickly enough when Yoongi's name is called out on the stage, and you witness him kissing your sister's temple affectionately as people around them beam at the young married couple.

Yoongi walks up the stage confidently, bowing to the crowd as he adjusts his suit. His voice booms through the entire room, your hand automatically reaching for the glass of wine Namjoon offers you.

“First of all, it's a huge honor for me to stand on this stage…”

You watch Yoongi giving his speech, feeling Namjoon leaning toward you as his lips brush against your ear. “I'm planning to ask your parents for your hand in marriage tomorrow after the dinner.”

You choke on the champagne, covering your mouth with your palm. “Pardon?”

“I know you've been fucking Min Yoongi behind my back.”

You gape, “Namjoon–”

“So I expect you to say yes when I ask you tomorrow.”

You're speechless, not breathing as your heartbeat drums in your ears. Yoongi's voice fades away while he stands proud and tall on the stage, shooting a handsome smile at the crowd as your face pales within seconds.

Well fuck.

You're utterly fucked.

[lazysublimeengineer]

vigilante shit

Summary: Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI.

Or Mitsuya works as an undercover agent in the law enforcement with Naoto. Draken is an assassin working under Kisaki. A chance encounter at a bar makes their evening more intriguing.

Characters: Ken "Draken" Ryuuguuji, Mitsuya Takashi, Tachibana, Naoto, Shiba Yuzuha

(A/N: I don’t own this franchise. This wonderful manga is owned by Ken Wakui and this catchy song belongs to Taylor Swift).

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

They say looks can kill and I might try

I don't dress for women

I don't dress for men

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

The loud music reverberated across the murky surroundings of the bar along with the hazy swirl of the smoke around the dancefloor that surrounded the crowd who were dancing recklessly in the middle of it.

A man dressed in a suit sat in one of the available barstools and swirled the champagne in his glass idly, his languid, orchid irises roamed around the environment casually.

Tonight, was one of those casual nights in the bar where the walls were vibrating from the noises of the stereo and the jampacked crowd on the dancefloor.

Nothing new.

Will he go home empty handed again tonight?

The male started to take a sip on his champagne casually when there’s a slight crackling sound in his hearing that generated from the small device attached to him that’s invisible to the naked eye alone.

“Bravo Echo 1-1. Any progress for this evening?” A cool voice permeated on his senses at the other end of the line.

“Negative Aries.” Mitsuya resisted the urge to sigh in defeat. Maybe he should ask Naoto to give him cold cases instead of doing this mission?

The target was cool and slick. And he wasn’t spotted on the same place quite often.

He wasn’t an assassin by Kisaki for nothing.

“Right. Just stay there for a bit longer until your shift is—”

Naoto’s voice dwindled into nothing as suddenly Mitsuya’s line of sight caught someone very familiar to him.

Exceptionally tall, broad shoulders, long, midnight hair that was always tied back into a simple ponytail, well chiseled face, and those pair of deep, obsidian eyes that could bored right through one’s soul with just one intense look alone.

Ryuuguji Ken.

Or simply known as Draken.

Lady luck must be smiling upon him tonight as the man himself finally graced this bar that’s one of Kisaki’s chain of businesses.

He was dressed casually.

But it didn’t hide the fact that his presence was still magnetic because of how pleasant looking he was just how by the others ogling unashamedly at him.

The only thing that prevented them from approaching him was his stoic face and the dragon tattoo embedded on the side of his head.

It leant an intense and intimidating aura to his presence.

Mitsuya tried to be subtle in his observation, knowing that he should tread carefully now.

“I’ll call you later Aries. This is going to be a long night for me…” He murmured as he finally ended their conversation and turned off his device.

His eyes were drawn back to the glass he emptied and signaled for the waiter to refill his glass.

Mitsuya’s senses were sharp even if his eyes remained in one spot alone, he could still sense on who was approaching him without giving himself away.

Nevertheless, his nerves were skyrocketing and his heartbeat increased in tempo.

Shit.

Draken was sitting beside him.

He fervently hoped within himself that he hadn’t blown his cover.

I don't start it but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

Draken sat on the available barstool beside the man dressed in nines.

He didn’t even look at him that long. But one single glance from him made him sure that this was the same man who possessed those pair of startingly pomegranate orbs who was observing him from head to toe.

 Draken inwardly admitted that the guy had a comely looking face. The kind of presence which you would probably see in the pages of GQ magazines.

However, he wasn’t about to be distracted by those well-defined features alone.

He didn’t last in his job right now if he got sidetracked by those simple things. Although he gotta admit that the male had a talent by being subtle unlike the other people who were being obvious in their stares.

One of his hands signals for the bartender to approach him and get his order.

The bartender turned out to be a young lady who possessed dark, brown eyes and long, wavy chestnut locks. She sported a cool yet serious expression on her face and a voice that meant not be fuck over by a drunk customer while she’s on the job. She probably experienced those kinds of customers that it wasn’t new to her to put them in their places.

“What can I get you?”

“On the rocks please.” He answered simply.

The woman nodded in silence and began to prepare his drink in another aisle.

As soon as the bartender was out of their sight again, he finally took a simple, cursory glance at the male who was nursing his drink on his hand before his eyes settled back to his own spot once again.

“Why are you looking at me?” He asked directly.

“What do you mean by that?” The lavender haired man asked innocently. His voice was fine as a silk and reminded him of the cool, charming breeze of the wind in the morning.

He didn’t have the time to be distracted. Damn it.

“I mean what I said. You’re staring at me earlier. Why?” Draken asked in a low voice.

“I guess I’m wondering why you sit here in all places where you could be sitting more in a joyful crowd rather than here.” The other replied smoothly as he sipped from his drink.

Draken sat up straighter, narrowing his eyes, although there were some vestiges of a smile curling around his lips. “You’re new here, right? Haven’t seen you here before.” Two can play at this game. Draken had a feeling that he won’t get anything straightforward from him soon.

“Yeah. So are you.” The man finally looked at him with a small smile on his face and Draken couldn’t help but to gaze a little bit longer, as if he was bewitched by the good-looking man in front of him.

A light chuckle left his lips before his eyes settled on the approaching bartender who handed him the drink with that cool, stoic expression on her face. He took the glass and thanked her before she left.

“So, what’re you doing here?” Draken asked nonchalantly.

“A need to have a lively crowd  in front of me while drinking.” He answered coolly. “What about you?” He asked back.

“A strong need for some great whiskey with ice.” He quipped back.

“Well, you could’ve had it at home or any place where you can get them into.” The male replied with a serene smile on his face.

“They serve it better here. I love the taste.” Draken answered lightly.

The bartender came in once again with another drink as soon as they finished drinking from their glasses. “And our services are also impeccable. Saves you time from self service at home.” The woman drawled out smoothly.

“Of course. You’re one of the best around here Yuzuha.” Draken chuckled lightly as the bartender rolled her eyes playfully and walked past them.

“Don’t sweet talk to me you idiot. I’m not giving you any discount for those drinks.” She retorted with one of her smart, aleck remarks.

Draken shook his head in fond exasperation before he turned back to the male who was looking at him with an arched brow and that everlasting smile still present on his lips.

A smirk curled around his lips and brought out something from his pocket, slipping it subtly beside him before standing up and taking his drink.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you ‘round here.” Were his last words before he disappeared and blended with the crowd.

She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some

She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

And she looks so pretty

Driving in your Benz

Lately she's been dressing for revenge

Mitsuya stared at the small piece of paper handed to him and read the small, few words that brought an intrigue smile to his lips.

‘Room 409. Top left of the building. 4th flr. I’ll expect you there soon.’

He guessed that his efforts were worth it after all.

He got him where he wanted him to be.

While he was doing lines

And crossing all of mine

Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI

And I don't dress for villains

Or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again

(A/N: Remember that one timeline in future during and after Valhalla arc? Where Takemichi interviewed Draken in a cell while being on a death row? And that one bad timeline where Takemichi time leap and was one of the admins of Toman? Both timelines, Mitsuya’s fate, identity and whereabouts were unknown because he wasn’t mentioned by the characters which is odd considering he’s one of the Founding members of Toman and one of the important characters in the franchise. There’s a possibility that he’s dead in both timelines. But it should have been mentioned implicitly there. Then I have a weird, crazy HC what if Mitsuya wasn’t part of their lives and in their gangs but instead working as an undercover agent in a law enforcement alongside with Naoto? Their target is Draken because he is one of the assassins working for Kisaki. It’s not a farfetched idea because I remembered that Draken told Takemichi before that Kisaki ordered him to kill those unnamed characters under his orders. Of course, this is all an AU of mine so don’t take this seriously. I’m a big fan of Mission Impossible movies so some of the elements such as the codenames and setting were loosely inspired from there. Ending is open ended so it’s up to you readers on what probably happens next to them. But who knows? If I’m inspired enough, I might write a short multi-chaptered fic of this in the future).

[kimhargreeves]

Live or Die- (Squid Game, Gi-Hun x Reader)

A/N: So I finally decided to watch Netflix's most famous show right now, Squid Game! And this character was my favorite and I have seen no one write on him. If people like this then I'll continue writing more chapters.

Summary: You're having financial problems so like everyone you decide to join a game, a deadly game that might get you killed but you'll do anything for the money. There you reunite with Seong Gi-Hun, a man you've had a past with and still have trouble forgiving him, but you'll have to forget those things since he's the one who will help you win.

I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, I groaned and tried blocking out the bright lights. "Where am I?" I slowly sat up and found myself dressed in a green track suit, I heard mumbling and saw about 200 or more people here with me. I don't remember...oh right, I got into a van and these men in strange masks and red jumpsuit.

There was a large screen far from us up on the wall and a iron door being the only entrance and exit here. I touched my cheek and remembered the little game I had to play, I received a couple of hard slaps. A man told me I could earn a lot of money do I accepted and now I'm here.

Instrumental music continued to play so I jumped down and ran my hands to smoove my messy hair. "Hey, you okay?" I glared at the guy who asked me that. I simply waved my hand and walked past him and an old man.

"Hey, Sang-woo!" I wave my hand at the tall stoic man and see his face always with a frown. He was always the brightest of us friends. "Mr. University guy" I used to tease him a lot with that nickname.

"Didn't expect to see you here, thought you were still in the U.S." I forced a smile and patted his shoulder, all he did was continue to frown and adjusted his glasses.

"What are you doing here?" He asked instead.

"I need money, it's an urgent matter." I decided to not give him more information. Sang-woo nodded I saw his other friend coming.

I decided to quickly step away and heard both men talking behind my back. People rounded in a circle and I noticed a girl being beaten up by a guy, how come no one is defending her?! I hate bullies.

Without a second thought when he was distracted by the girl I moved quick and landed s punch on his face. The man fell back just a bit but got back on his feet and glared at me.

"You okay?" I asked looking at the girl who had a bit of blood on her lip.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" The man gripped my jacket and turned me to face him.

"That is one ugly tattoo you have there, awful placement and choice might I say." I laughed. He got ready to punch me as well but someone pushed him away from me making me fall to the floor.

"Don't touch her!" I looked up and saw him again. "What do you think you're doing touching women like that, huh?" I rolled my eyes when the guy crawled over and began grabbing the girl who was hurt. Asking her where his money went.

"Who do you think you are?" The tattoo guy asked pushing him apart.

"My name's Seong Gi-Hun. I live in Ssangmun- dong."

"Ssandmun-dong shit. This little bitch and I weren't done talking." The tattoo guy kept glaring at the other.

"I understand but this woman and I need to talk urgently."

They stopped talking when the same previous men who abducted us came into the room. Everything got silent real quick. Some of the masked men had different shapes on. Triangles. Squares or Circles.

"I would like to extend a heartfelt welcome to you all. Everyone here will participate in six different games for six days. Those who win all six games will receive a handsomely reward. You are all in financial ruins so that's why you all accepted to be here."

"You called and volunteered to participate of your own free will. I'll give you one last chance, Will you all go live your old depressing lives or Will you seize this last opportunity."

"We will disclose by the end of the game how much money you'll be winning."

After a couple of more questions we signed s form and I got in line and was behind Sang-Woo and his friend Seong Gi-Hun.

"Just my luck." I mutter and stuffed my hands into my pockets and glared at the man in front of me. But I had to say the stairway and colors here are beautiful.

"I'm sure the games will be easy, child's play even." I mutter to myself and see Sang-Woo glance at down me.

I stood in the line and watched Gi-Hun step ahead to take his picture taken.

"Look into the camera. Smile."

I scoffed when he gave out a wide smile, "So stupid." It was my turn so I stepped up front and continued to frown even after my picture was taken.

"Why the long face, (Y/N)? You always looked great with a smile!" Gi-Hun kept glancing back at me while we continued to walk the set of stairs.

"You don't shut up do you?" I annoyingly asked him. His smiled faded a bit but he continued being cheerful.

"It never hurts to show your happiness even in touch situations." I said nothing and continued to walk close by him until some gates were opened and we were in a sort of field.

Gi-Hun hurried when he spotted Sang-Woo again. I rolled my eyes and followed close by.

"Please stand by the white line and wait for instructions."

Soon enough the green gates behind us all closed and they began to introduce the game. "What's with that ugly looking doll?" I scoffed at the giant weird looking doll by a tree just ahead of us all.

"You will be playing Red Light, Green Light. If your movements are detected, you'll be eliminated."

Are they serious? This will be a piece of cake. I stepped behind the line and took my position to get ready to run.

"Those players without being eliminated within the five minute playtime will win the round. With that being said, let the game begin. The doll turned itself around and the countdown began.

"Green Light."

Some of us on the front began to hurry until I was one of the first and- "Red Light." I instantly stopped and so did a blonde guy next to me.

"Player 324. Eliminated."

A loud shot was heard. I slowly glanced over and saw him fall to the floor. "Was that a gunshot?" I asked myself.

"Green Light."

I looked and my blood ran cold, "That's b-blood." I said to a guy who started getting close to him. I knelt down and covered my head, I began to shake and then another gunshot was heard when "Red Light" was announced.

Several more gunshots began to fire all around, everyone began to scream and run away. I did my best to stay still and not look back.

The PA began to announce the rules again once the gunshots stopped. "Green Light!" I couldn't move. I kept covering my head and continued to tremble. If I move any further I'll get shot.

"Gi-Hun, (Y/N). You can't continue staying here or you'll lose. The doll can sense movements. You won't lose if your behind someone."

"Green Light...Red Light!" The doll was being quicker now. Now everyone was walking past me quickly.

"The timer." Sang-Woo mouthed at us. The timer was now 2 minutes and 13 seconds.

"Green Light." I jumped and gasped when someone grabbed my shoulders and got me up on my feet.

"Stay behind me." Gi-Hun was also shaking, like all of us scared. He grabbed my hand tight and got me to stand close to him. For once I wasn't opposing on his request.

"Green Light!" He held my close and I quickly followed him and stopped. The guy we were behind got shot and blood got splattered on our faces. I shrieked when I felt someone grabbed our ankles.

Gi-Hun pulled me when we were allowed to walk again and we left the guy behind. We have less than 1 minute to cross the line. Slowly we were getting closer to the otherside.

20 seconds...

The entire time Gi-Hun held onto my hand until I pulled away and made it the red line before him. 3 seconds left. I looked back and saw a guy prevented Gi-Hun from falling. Both of them jumped over and landed to where I was.

Finally, I looked back and saw the many bodies laying on the floor. "Holy shit." Gi-Hun and I looked at each other horrified and back at the massacre.

"We need to get out of here."

[drabbles-mc]

Could you do a HC on how the Mayans men would react to a girl getting hit on at a bar and the guy not taking no for an answer, like they don't know her or anything. I feel like they all respect women enough to at least do something about it; ya know?

All of the Mayans men wake up every day and drink a full pitcher of Respect Women Juice. They will not tolerate disrespect in their house. HC’s under the cut!

(I couldn’t decide if i wanted to do third person or reader insert for these but I settled on reader insert. Hopefully it works alright)

Bishop:

-Senses the tension immediately 

-My man sits back and watches the entire clubhouse all night. He knows everything that’s going on. And when he notices that some guy is refusing to leave you alone, he instantly gets up and goes to intervene.

-He’s not hot-headed about it. He doesn’t have the time or the energy for that anymore. But he places himself between the two of you, looking back and forth, “Everything alright here?”

-The guy would try to brush it off and reassure him that yea, of course everything is okay you can leave now. But Bishop wouldn’t have any of that. He’d cut him off mid-sentence, “I wasn’t fucking asking you.”

-He’d turn to you and ask again if you’re alright. You’d give a slight shake of her head no, not wanting to stir up drama but also not wanting to deal with this dude anymore. And that’s all it would take.

-”I think you should leave,” he wouldn’t yell. Just state it as a fact. But when the guy would try to argue that’s when he would get a little more heated. He’d step in closer to the dude’s face, but not putting hands on him, “I said you should fucking leave.”

-Bishop only uses yelling and brute force as a last resort. Very rarely does it ever come to that. He would follow the guy all the way to the clubhouse door, making sure that he actually leaves before going back to check on the poor girl that he was harassing. He 100% lingers close for the rest of the night to make sure no one bothers you.

Angel:

-King of being the Fake Boyfriend.

-My tall boy might be emotionally illiterate sometimes but he can read a social situation. When he sees a girl scrambling to try and come up with excuses to make a guy leave her alone, he has no problem inserting himself into the situation. 

-Smooth as fuck walking up to you, greeting you while resting a protective hand on your shoulder. Instantly setting the tone to whoever is talking to you that this was a useless endeavor.

- "Hey, querida,” he’d wait for you to look at him, “Sorry, didn’t see you walk in. You get a drink already? Want me to get you something?”

-The look in his eyes would let you know that he’s offering you an out to the uncomfortable situation that you’re in. He’s not trying to flirt--he’s just trying to drive away whatever asshole wasn’t catching the hint that you didn’t want to talk.

- "Who the fuck are you?” this is a problem that the guy did not see coming.

-Angel would look at him, eyes narrow, “I’m her boyfriend. Who the fuck are you?”

- The question is rhetorical. It doesn’t matter who the guy is. Angel doesn’t give him a chance to answer. He steps closer to the guy, towering over him. He looks down at him and is practically begging the guy to say something stupid so he has an excuse to physically throw him out the front door.

- He doesn’t get the chance, though. The guy reads the cue, knows that it’s a fight that he will not win, and walks away.

- Angel would turn back to you, “You good? Sorry about that. Didn’t seem like he was getting the hint.”

- You’d shake your head, “He wasn’t. Thank you, I appreciate the assist.”

- “No problem,” he’d pause, “But forreal did you get a drink already? First round on me.”

Ezekiel:

- Y’all remember the casino scenes with the cops? That’s how he handles shit.

- Master of keeping his cool in frustrating situations. Completely follows your lead. He sees a lot of weird interactions being on the serving side of the bar, always clocking what’s happening in front of him in case he has to step in.

-He’d notice you rolling your eyes and giving short answers. He’d also notice that the guy either isn’t picking up the cues, or is willfully ignoring them. EZ catches your eyes a few times, silently asking if you want him to step in. You shake your head--the guy is annoying but harmless for the time being.

- Then he tries to touch you. Casually reaching for your shoulder, trying to rest his hand on your knee. You recoil, trying to create more space between the two of you. He doesn't care though.

- That’s when EZ can’t keep it to himself anymore. He’d sigh, not looking up from the glasses that he’s cleaning, “I don’t think she’s into you, man.”

- You and the man would both turn to look at him, each of you with a surprised expression on your faces. You’d stay quiet, wanting to see how the situation was going to play out. The man next to you would scoff, “I don’t remember you being part of this fucking conversation.”

- “I might as well be if I have to sit here and watch it. You’re the only one out of the three of us not suffering from how uncomfortable this is.”

- His commentary would ruffle some feathers. The man next to you would get defensive, “No one asked for your fucking opin--”

- Knowing that EZ had your back would give you a little extra confidence, “You should listen to him,” you nod, “He’s right. We’re suffering.”

- He’d be caught off-guard by the two of you teaming up on him. Realizing it wouldn't be worth the fight, he’d huff and walk away. EZ would watch him and chuckle, calling after him, “Least you could do is pay your fucking tab!”

- You’d laugh, glad to be done with the uncomfortable situation, “His drink and whatever you want are all on me tonight. As a thank you.”

- He’d give you that little smirk, “Don’t mention it.”

Coco:

- Zero tolerance policy.

- Not coy or polite about it at all.

-Instantly uses himself as a barrier between you and whatever guy it is that’s not leaving you alone. He might not be the biggest guy in the MC, but he sure as hell carries himself like he is when the situation calls for it.

-Will not hesitate to get nose-to-nose with whoever is bothering you. If someone wants to invade your space, he’ll invade theirs. Fair is fair.

- “You really can’t take a fuckin’ hint, huh?” he’d shake his head.

- “What’s your problem?” the man’s voice would sound confident but the look in his eyes would show that he really didn't want a problem with whoever this guy was getting in his face.

- “You. Fuckin’ beat it,” he’d jerk his head towards the door, “Don’t come back, either.”

- Coco carries himself with the confidence of a man that will make someone pay dearly for coming back uninvited. Confrontational situations usually resolve themselves quickly. People tend to not want to mess with him if they can avoid it.

-When the guy inevitably leaves not just you, but the clubhouse altogether, Coco finally turns back to you, “You good, ma?”

- You nod, watching him light up a cigarette, “Uh, yea. I’m good. Thanks for that.”

- He nods, blowing out a puff of smoke, “We’ll make sure that fucker never comes back.”

Hank:

- The only thing that Hank Loza drinks is Respect Women Juice. When he runs across someone that doesn’t, it gets out of hand really quickly.

-Bull in a china shop.

- The same man who is usually calm and cool and collected, physically removes whoever it is that is causing a problem. The guys have tried to teach him deescalation skills but it never sticks. It’s the only thing that Hank gets heated about so they all let it go at this point.

- Hank isn’t a small dude. When he steps toe-to-toe with someone he almost always out-sizes them. They get about 5 seconds to hear what he says and leave on their own before he removes them on his own.

- “You should leave her alone,” the friendly suggestion is really anything but.

- The guys are almost always cocky, not thinking that anything is actually going to happen to them, “Or what, tough guy?”

- They ignored their first and only warning. What happens next is all on them. Hank grabs the guy by the collar of his shirt, lifting him from the ground. His voice is quiet, which is way more terrifying than yelling, “Let’s find out.”

- Hank lifts and carries the guy out, on the brink of dragging him like a caveman. The guy is yelling in protest, trying to swing, but Hank is unfazed.

- He throws the guy down the steps of the clubhouse, giving a final warning not to come back. No longer in an agumentative mood, the man takes off in a desperate attempt to avoid getting further tossed around.

- When he goes back into the clubhouse, the rest of the guys have moved on from the situaiton--to them it was business as usual for Hank. You, on the other hand, didn't see the situation unfolding that way at all. He walked back up to you, the anger gone from his face, a gentle smile there instead.

- “Are you alright?” he looks you over as if to make sure you didn't get hurt in the midst of it all.

- “Yea,” you nod, “I’m...I’m fine. Thanks. You...you didn’t have to do all that.”

- He’d chuckle, knowing that for him it was the only course of action, “Of course I did,” he’d gently rest his hand on the outside of your arm, “Let me know if anyone else gives you any trouble.”

Creeper:

- The smaller version of Hank, tbh. Constantly out here Respecting Women.

- Remember that scene where he catches a shotgun that’s tossed to him and immediately starts shooting on the highway?? That’s the energy he has when dealing with men who disrespect women.

- Cannot easily lift and remove men the same way Hank does, but he will throw hands without hesitation.

- The guys told him no more threatening with guns in the clubhouse. So fists will have to suffice.

- Does not offer a warning to the guy. If someone is being pushy or rude, they don’t deserve a heads-up. He will try to get your attention in some way first, to make sure that you want him to intervene. If he thinks that it’s going to get out of hand, or if you let him know with a pleading look that you could use the assist, he is instantly throwing himself into the middle of it.

- He’d catch your eye, motioning back and forth between you and the man in front of you to ask if you need an out. You’d give him a slight nod and that’s all it would take.

- Walking up, he grabs the guy by his shoulder and turns him around, “Hey, motherfucker,” he’d shove him towards the door of the clubhouse, “Leave.”

- Caught off-guard, the man would shove him back. Fully-bruised ego shining through, “Keep your hands off me.”

- That’s when you’d hear the first crack of a fist colliding with someone’s jaw. Your eyes would go wide, not ever having seen Creeper get like this. His focus would be completely on the man stumbling towards the ground in front of him, “I said get the fuck out.”

- It usually doesn’t take more than one punch to get his point across. HIs muscles aren’t just for show--getting clocked by him fucking hurts. They’re lucky that he’s not big on wearing rings.

- Once the threat is neutralized, he instantly shifts back into his quiet, gentler self to check in with you. He sees the surprise in your face at how things unfolded and he holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m done, promise.”

- It’d get you to laugh. You can see it in his expression that it’s almost like a switch he can flip on and off. “Um. Thank you. That...isn’t what I was expecting. But thank you.”

- “Are you alright?” he’d sit down next to you, mindful to give you some space.

- “Yea, I’m good. How’s your hand?”

- He’d chuckle, “All good. Nothing new.”

Okay this was a lot of fun. I love all these dorks. Hope you enjoyed! xo

[sonthesheep]

Satisfied

felix Escellun X GN! Reader

pronouns used:They/them

Hamilton AU

THIS IS ANGST!!!!!! Jdjsjdhwjdh plus word vomit i just wanna get this out of my system

Gold trim, Fancy wine and the smell of arrogance in the air floated onto a big room of elite people whom had their heels on the dance floor sweeping themselves to the music of violin.

It's the winter ball for the finest people, in a manor the known escell mirun and florian aguis lived.

Felix as the only son of the hosts, weren't as delighted to attend such lavish events but he stood in the ballroom full of unfamiliar faces feeling yet kinda out of place.

women and men from high born families are offering him a dance, trying to win him as if it was a competition on who's going to take him by the hands.

"Good grief, this is the last straw I'm getting out of here" The lad said to himself, feeling the presence of the nobles highly overwhelming

He took a deep breath as he strides out of the venue to take a fresh breath of air, away from the these people whom named elite but never even once he saw someone who caught his eyes.

as he walks away from the loud music, he helped himself by having him welcomed to florian's garden, it was the place which he always saw intriguing and looking at the plants his father took care of will always be enough to take him out of the royalty chaos.

the moon beams down strongly this night, and as he moves forward he caught his gaze onto you, who slightly jumped due to his presence.

"HI!"

the moment then suddenly turned magical for his sight, he thought he never saw you around nor have been familiar by your presence but one thing was for sure you had him captivated.

he admired you in which seemed to me a split second but in his eyes everything went in slow motion.

'I'll never forget the first time I saw your face I have never been the same, Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame and when you said "Hi", I forgot my dang name set my heart aflame, every part aflame'

This is not a game'

"weren't you supposed in the ballroom?" despite being stunned intimidating words came out of his mouth 'fuck' he muttered to himself as he slightly bit his bottom lip in unreadable embarrassment

"Sorry i really don't know if i wasn't supposed to be here but these nerium oleander caught my attention" You said with the most apologetic voice ever but keeping yourself away from the flower

"You know about them?" he asked very surprised, it was a flower which can only be identified for those who knew what it is capable of.

"Oh i do!! I'm just surprised to find them here

they are very rare and is one of the most poisonous flowers found existing i just never knew I'd found them in this place" You gave him a gentle smile as you fixed your posture, offering him a handshake

he took you by your hands, he was as breath taking as he looked he gently shook your palm as he introduced himself

"My name is felix escellun"

"Y/n" you replied

"I never really saw you around here, where's your family from?" He asked as he wondered from what royal's you belonged to.

"I'm just a messenger from one of those families in the ballroom, i never really seemed fit to be there but they still took me here. But that's unimportant when i become one of the greatest warriors in this place, I'll make a name for myself!" You said with a glistening sparkle on your eyes, and hunger ready to take on everything

'So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level, What the hell is the catch?

It's the feeling of freedom, of seein' the light It's Ben Franklin with a key and a kite You see it, right? '

your conversations lasted in long minutes, both fascinated by the things you shared to each other the way you were both unsatisfied and wanted more in life, more than what everyone tell you to be.

you have the same outlook in life, the same want for change everything was said equal agreement as if harmony existed when both of you met.

the conversations went sweeter as the moments pass by, you were subtly flirting and though he pretends not be affected his cheeks say otherwise. The comfort is amazing, it was like everything is meant to be there.

felix observers your features attentively, how you thumb away your hair carefully and way your voice change as you speak of the things you love truly.

if only he could take you away from the place you're in, far away from everyone to protect you just because you deserve it and he'll be happy to see you fluttering your wings and fly.

"You really have a wonderful home! I felt like romeo and juliet somehow met here as their love story was told" You said all, cheery with your cheeks touching your eyes as you smiled.

"Maybe ours could start here too"

you said with a slight blush on your face, you knew it was an embarrassing line but you took your shot anyways.

"Page one opened" Felix replied with a smile ghosting his lips, he felt like it was too good to be true but his feelings lingered, it was his first time meeting you but you took him places he's never been before through all the things you've made him feel in one night.

He decided to take you inside of the hall, hands intertwined together as he offered you a dance it you were both having a great time, and familiar figure walked by the two of you and greeted

"Who is this person felix? they're ethereal"

Scylla, His sister said, her stance was elegant and everything about her is of finest goods.

Felix saw a different glow onto his sister's face, something he never saw before.

"This Y/N, Y/N this Scylla my sister"

"Sister? You're just as majestic scylla! if It takes being in a war for us to meet then it would've been worth it" You complimented.

"I don't wanna be rude to my brother here, but would you mind if i take them for a small dance!?" Scylla smiled with a sly smile on her face

'this one's mine' she whispers, but felix gave an annoyed snort in disbelief

'you wish scylla'

Despite the small banter, felix lets you dance with her sister who took a liking to you

it was a wonderful night but he realizes the most important things throughout the night.

it was already time for you to go, He kissed you knuckles goodbye as he looked at you

"We'll meet again that's for sure" felix smiled as you wave him goodbye

"I'll be back here again!"

A year has passed and crowds cheered onto the moonlight, fancy decorations painted same the tall walls where the ball once happened, golden trims of fabric greeted the newly weded couple whomst hold the most genuine smiles on their face.

familiar faces flooded the ball room, eyes all fixated to the stars of the night, it's finally time to reminisce how sweet their first meet was, and as the visitors applauded sage lesath stirred up the crowd to welcome another important guest

"Alright, alright

That's what I'm talkin' about

Now, everyone give it up for the maid of honor

Felix Escellun"

The crowd shouted louder through his presence, hands clapping and glasses clinking in celebration, Felix smiled as he raised a wine glass on his left hand.

"A toast to the newly wedded partners from a brother who's happy for the union and hope you provide!"

he smiles yet the hint of bitterness tickled his cheeks, he looked onto your eyes with regrets but it was masked up with his facade

"I've never seen scylla with such passion in her eyes before you, you bring the best of my sister i knew she'd be right for you. Writing the first letter for both of you to bond deeper is something i never regret doing"

"May you two always be satisfied"

His gray eyes then sparkled with tears ready to gush down any moment from now, not because of joy but for the choice he made, To let his sisyer be happy, and let you go onto her arms now as her wedded partner.

It was the hard choice to make, the jealousy in his heart tugs as he fantasize how would it have been if he just didn't give you up, but he knew scylla has never been this genuinely happy even once in her life before you.

everything flashes on the back of his mind, his responsibilities as the heir, and everything in his shoulders he wanted you, he really did

and this is the only way he could have you in his sight.

'and i will never be satisfied'

THIS IS THE MOST PAINFUL SHIT I'VE WRITTEN I'M- KSHSISHDUW I CANNOT THIS WILL HAVE A PART TWO FOR REDEMPTION!!! I'M CRYING

[smutty-ki113r]

I woke up to my alarm tellin me to get out of bed and so naturally I checked your tumblr and I'm,,, concerned

There's a small anon war over what hoodie smells like and I have no sense of smell whatsoever so I'm not contributin, but, leafs.

Petition to change the plural of leaf to leafs instead of leaves. Leaves is an ugly ass word. Leafs just rolls of the tongue, its nicer, its what the people want

Also the same with sheep like what, why is the plural the same, I refer to them as sheeps cuz it makes me happy

Also I don't like the y/n either because "y/n" is usually a whole ass person all in itself. And they're usually a girl in most fanfic, along with the fact that they are the Mariest Sue That Ever Mary Sue'd.

I've been considerin why LJ is my favourite and I think it's purely because if any of the more sane (Masky, Toby, Slenderman, etc) took one fuckin GLANCE they would run away. I have hope that clown boy is too far gone to care about my mental state too much.

If you squint real hard my braincell count looks like a normal amount

I'm so exhausted I'm gonna talk to you, my favourite online human, because the blue light from my phone keeps me awake.

But I think my favourite dynamic ever is Rivals to Lovers™. Not enemies to lovers, cuz enemies have two different goals in mind; whereas rivals compete for the same thing.

I'm a sucker for medieval shit so,, a scene that's been annoying me all day is~

you're invited to a Royal Ball (because isn't that how all romances start these days, just roll with it brother) and you go, finding out it's a masquerade ball. You get there, you dance, being passed from person to person in a never ending loop of jewel-embeded skirts that were swept across the marble floor of the (obscenely) bedazzled castle, and suits that seemed more expensive than you were.

Regret never came because the wine chased it away; it flowed in waterfalls into your glass, the scent of it filling the room but not enough to drown out the everlasting smell of expensive perfume. Sometimes the odor of it clung to the women of the ball tighter than their corsets. The massive drapes were pulled back, latching to the wall in attempt to keep them from falling and blocking the view–of which captured your gaze immediately. The doors were swung open to let the air in, and ensuring that no glass got in the way of what lay beyond; the moon, full and impossibly heavy hung, stranded in the crisp night air. The moon was the only one that didn't judge the events that took place in the ballroom that night, the only thing watching the crowd of people with a pure, impassive gaze.

Because later that night, after multiple drinks had been passed around and a cacophony of laughter, dancing, and food had been consumed–after many glasses of wine had passed your lips and your body– of which was feeling tingly and impishly confident–had wandered to a far corner, darkened by the domed ceiling, seemingly on its own accord. In that moment you would give everything to stay in the Palace, to twirl until your feet blistered and you withered away into old gnarled bones and ashes that could still dance with the wind.

"I do hope that you know well what you wish for; not for clarity of the concept, my dear, but for clarity of consequence." The voice that spoke in your ear was deep, low, and held even darker undertones. It siezed your attention and captured it in both hands, strangling the curiosity out of you. It had come from your right, even further into the pitch-black corner, but as soon as you moved all the thoughts in your head sloshed about, banging against the interior of your head. It was either equivelant to that or a sledge hammer, one of the two. The wine was probably just twisting the voice's around you, making them appear. You tried to convince yourself but alas, even you deemed it vastly unlikely.

Turning around was more difficult then you planned. Just when you thought you would see the owner of the voice, nobody was there. Yep, probably just the abundance of alcohol making you dizzy.

Shifting back to dancing wasn't hard; it was as if you were floating down along a stream, merely following wherever the river took you. Voices pressed against you on all sides, soon becoming a background noise too, a faint buzzing sound. It rose and fell like the waves, ever-changing in volume.

You started to lose a grip on reality; eyes fluttering closed as you danced, just taking a breath of air, letting the delicate night wash away your worries, who you wer–

What the fuck!?

You did a double take, eyes now wide fucking open, because outside you spied someone that had to be atleast a foot taller than anyone else in the ball. The darkness seemed to congregate behind it, flourishing, and the only thing you could see was a wide smile and a pair of eyes.

It seemed that you couldn't get enough air into your lungs, couldn't focus; the voice's that used to be hazy surround sound was now piercingly loud the people were just too much, everywhere at once. Your breathing only picked up even more as you gripped your chest.

The.. Demon had disappeared by the time you glanced upward, you you scurried outside, barely making it before you collapsed on a golden railing. There were fine drops of rain scattered about, eluding to the fact it had rained earlier. Your masquerade costume was getting wet, leaning against the railing, but you were so dizzy you didn't care.

It was the wine, it had to be. Nobody could be that tall, it–it was humanly impossible. Moving was now akin to attempting to romp through thick syrup; a stagnant pace, uncoordinated, unsteady. Then it stopped. There was a hand on your shoulder.

You skimmed the person; they had a dark blue suit that sparkled with the occasional gold highlights, with a blue mask covering their face–it seemed that it covered all of their face, and didn't quite match what a masquarade mask should look like, but you didn't care. The support was welcomed.

"You seemed as if you required help, my Lady," He said, his voice deep and low, so much so that you questioned if you would even be able to hear him over the music blaring in the ballroom if the two of you were to venture back inside.

You looked back to where you saw the tall being, with its eyes and smile that seemed wrong, and wrong in a terrible, dangerous way.

"Care to dance with me?" You asked, relieved when he slipped his arm with yours and led you inside. The music had slowed to a waltz, nothing like the big parade of dancers that came in flurries of colour and left just as fast. His arms were solid and a comfort, welcome as the breeze on a sunny day. It felt like he protected you from everything that might have caught you off guard, in a way. Plus, he kept you from falling flat on my face, which is always a good thing.

The song changed and you were about to ask him for something else; his name, maybe, but fate had other plans. Both of you were bumped and somebody else had picked you up in their arms, hands landing on your waist as the dance consumed you. Your mystery man in blue was gone, it seemed, and you sighed. Being safe was a hard thing to ask. Instead, above you now was a man dressed in dark browns and yellows– he had a rather strange mask that curled around his mouth and eyes, leaving the centre free. His brown locks looked ruffled and messy and he jerked every once in a while, moving sporadically. It didn't stop and he didn't seem to be able to control it so you didn't mind. The slight jolts emitting from him caused you to wake up more, which was always welcome.

"Are you okay?" You asked, after his gaze had wandered elsewhere. It came back to you in a heartbeat, and you sensed be was smiling under the mask.

He twirled you, spinning you gracefully. "Of course I am," he said, coming in close again. "For now, I'm winning."

The night surged on quickly and you found yourself caught between multiple strangle figures; a woman with silky black hair and a mask that made her eyes appear the same colour, that offered you a drink that wasn't wine. A man that had offered you wine, that stood next to the big buffet table with a full glass and a white mask. He had stood with a black-masked man, but he weaved through the crowd until he was another string in a pile of wool. Your blue mystery man made another appearance, but not with you–he was talking in low tones with another man (you didn't mind that they were mostly men; seemingly just because it never occurred to you that they might be connected) who had black hair, like the other woman, and pale white skin. The palest you'd seen in a long time. However, at that moment, he had looked up and seen you staring, only for you to catch scars at the ends of his mouth. You crossed it down to makeup or a deformity of some kind. Through all this, you were atleast grateful you didn't see the tall being again.

And everything carried on. Until it didn't. Blood stained the carpet black and the screams were too loud to ever fade away, seeming to shake the walls. You had tried to run from it, from them, but you tripled in a hallway and couldn't even get up because of your many glasses of alcohol. Struggling was futile and someone easily pulled you back.

With horror you realised it was one of the men from before; you recognised the scruffy brown hair and occasional movements. He held you there, between life and death a moment more, a moment where all the men you'd seen that night, and the woman, came around the corner. Their voices were distorted to your damaged ears but your eyes focused on the tall being; he was real, and black and white, with hands that weren't normal and a nose that was even less so. They're all abnormal, your consciousness whispered to you, and you believed it. The man on top of you grinned, happy that he had caught you. Your stomach turned.

"Bring them to the Mansion," a voice ring out in your head. Your 'companions' seemed to hear it too. "And bring them alive."

As you can see I've never written anythin in my life so this is shit lmfao but I don't care an im just here to brainstorm anyways

Have my little scene, take it, because it was fun to do. It's not spellchecked, I've not read through it, because I can't be bothered, so if anythin is wrong laugh and move on brother. Also tryin to write without cuttin off the g from my words and shortenin them was so hard so halfway through I didn't bother lmao

I think this is my longest message yet so, sorry about that Red

Cheers if you actually made it this far.

–Kieran.

I agree. Leafs is better. SHEEPS- thats the cutest thing I’ve ever heard and I love it.

Y/n is a stereotype in itself so I agree, it’s usually ya know, the whole “im different” kind of chick who can do everything and anything (basically bella from twilight), when in reality the reader is human and humans have imperfections. Lots of ‘m …LJ is my fav for a lot of reasons, at this point he’s a comfort to me. Plus, I (oml) relate to him so much, and I can do a post about this- if someone cares or asks. And I have similar traumaaa

Oh geez, I’m your favorite online human, AGH my heart, again, its burning. I agree, RIVALS TO LOVERS SOUNDS SO SOSOSOOSO GOOD I LOVE IT. (I would say my fav trope is “lovers who ache to be together but due to circumstance one starts to lose feeling for the other and it’s an agonizing pain to the other” or maybe that’s just me because I find completion in sadness, which is horrific. But I really itch to angst.)

Here’s me reading your scene and also talking about it at the same time. ‘Regret never came because the wine chased it away’…that’s a good line, thats a good line. The way you just take one thing and mash it with another aspect like wow. Like as each idea were droplets of water on a leafs and you happen to tilt it, connecting them so effortlessly. I’m jealous. The descriptions are amazing, and how you make it the reader’s thought process-damn. I WANNA WRITE THIS GOOD, YALL OUTSHINE ME. And then you say this was shit. *slaps you* DONT YOU DARE UNDESESTIMATE YOURSELF MISTER

Also the way you just subconsciously cut off the g’s is spectacular. I try to, but it’s hard for me. SORRY? SORRY?! Nononono thank you, because the longer the message the better. Apart from the fact that long messages make me happy, especially from you, it means you put time into talking to me! Which makes me super happy too. Heheheh. Thank you love! This made my morning, along with that drawing submission from cam anon, you should check it out! It’s really good.

[melancholyblues0]

𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 : 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎

brian may x reader series

warnings : swearing, alcohol, future chapters will have smut so... be aware of that ig lol. like tiniest mention of weed

a/n : thinking of making this a bit of a series but we’ll see ? i also have a heavy week of exams next week but i am free from school for like three months (yay fucking hey) so i’ll try to prepare a second chapter because we all know i won’t revise lol. also loosely based off of a roger taylor x reader fic i read a while ago ! i can’t remember the name/author, but if i find it again i’ll tag the author. all characters are mine, aside from brian may/anita. thank you for reading ! this is set in 1994, and freddie doesn’t die/ john doesn’t retire because we’re not gonna deal with that kettle of fish in this fic.

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it wasn't raining today, surprisingly. it wasn't as if it was unusual for the uk - it was always like this - rain, and then a week straight of blazing hot sun. you could even say you'd grown to love it. you'd enjoyed playing with little anya colston the day before, the thirteen year old who lived next to your parents. you'd been in the pool her parents owned, when you heard of a new couple moving in two doors down. rumours had gone round of the husband being famous, but for what you nor anya knew. you both just hoped they wouldn't be as dull and empty as the other adults were (something you and anya had bonded over - your mutual hatred for prissy adults).

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"y/n, darling, please hurry up. you know your father and i don't want to be late." your mother called up the stairs, watching as y/n slid down the bannister. "and the countless times you've slid down the bloody bannister. you'll break your neck one day." she added, sighing as she gave you a once over. "where's xavier ? xavier, hurry up !" she called, and the heavy footsteps of her older brother sounded above them. "why is he always allowed to be the last one out, but i get a bollocking if i am ?" y/n groaned, sitting on the step. "because, you know how xavier's like." your mother said, sighing as xavier finally made an appearance. you huffed as she stood up, and stalked towards the door, xavier not far behind you. 

the second the family entered the maybank home, your mother made a beeline for the champagne flutes on the breakfast bar; your father to the men outside (also where more alcohol was), and xavier followed suit, albeit reluctantly. and although you could think of nothing worse than talking to the women, you followed your mother - entirely for the champagne. "y/n ! how are your a levels going ?" diane asked, peering at you over her wine glass. "i think she's doing alright - she did drop literature for psychology, but i suppose it's better than what she could've chosen." your mother smiled patronisingly. "oh ! darling, this is anita - she's just moved in." diane smiled, gesturing to the woman next to her. you had to admit, she was beautiful. and even better, she didn't share the same patronising smile your mother and the other women donned constantly. "it's nice to meet you, anita." you smiled, taking a sip from your flute. "not too much, sweetheart," your mother said. always the one to take the fun out of everything - and what was the point in not being able to drink; these gatherings were hardly tolerable sober, and you were seventeen. "i'm gonna go find the kids." you muttered, snatching your glass from the table. 

soon enough, you found three girls, only a few years younger than you, sat by the pool. "y/n ! c'mere !" anya called, waving her hand. you made your way to the girls, and anya introduced you - louise was the older girl, recently turned fifteen, and emily the younger, was ten. they were the daughters of the new family, so you and anya made sure to give them the run down on who was who. dominique and otis rains, your own parents; they only had you and xavier. diane and emanual colston were anya's parents (admittedly the least snobby), and had anya and carlson, who was louise's age. then there was adrianna and henry maybank, who had mina (the only girl your age, but after her parents found the pot you frequently smoked under her bed, they sent her to boarding school somewhere out west in the country). florence and alistair bohr (florence was the youngest and prettiest, but the one who tried the hardest. alistair was a sixty - something year old ceo. in your eyes, a perfect match). then finally, there was louise and emily's parents, anita and brian may. they said they also had an older brother, jimmy, who, when you looked over, looked deep in conversation with xavier. the girls appeared to sound equally as disdained by the adult snobbery as you and anya were (mina also - speaking of, it was a shame she wasn't here. you thought she'd broken up from school by now). you warned the girls of the sunday brunches too. it was either you tired yourself out by playing tennis, or you drinking sangria's and champagne with the women, who all ogled the fit male tennis players and bartenders, and seemingly had endless shit to talk.

you glanced up at the men - the very people you found trying to avoid at all costs, but you were curious as to who this brian was. you could've sworn you recognised his name, but from where you couldn't recall. as you scanned the group, you noticed an unfamiliar mop of curly hair - in which became familiar to you very quickly. how could you not know ? that was when the memories of your poster clad walls, concerts that left you and mina with sore throats, and various records with those four faces adorned across the front strewn across your bedroom floor rushed back. "one second." you murmured to the girls, as you got up, and dusted off your skirt, making a beeline towards the group in a spurt of confidence. 

"y/n ! i was wondering how you had been with those women for so long, i didn't see you leave. this is brian, our knew neighbour." your father smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "my youngest, y/n." your father grinned to brian, and you looked up at him. and christ, you knew he was tall, but he was a bloody giant. "i think what my father really means is that it'll be nice for another man around. he's getting bored of these three dinosaurs." you grinned, the same cheeky grin you'd inherited from your father. "glad to know you don't seem like the others." he laughed, shaking your outstretched hand. "god no, i like to think i taught her better than to end up like those women. in secret, of course, the missus would slaughter me." your father laughed, the others following suit. but you liked the look of brian, a lot. more than you should, but who could blame you ?  you'd practically been in love with the man since you were twelve. not that you would tell him of course. and then you heard the squeal, one you'd known all your life - mina was here. "i'll be back." you smiled uneasily, and rushed inside to find the tall brunette in the doorway. "get here you silly bitch !" she shouted, barrelling into you, tackling you to the ground. "language, mina." adrianna sighed, tossing the keys onto the shelf near the door. she too, like your mother had, rushed to the wine and the women. she needed a drink, after picking up her spritely daughter and managing to cope for a two hour car ride. you and mina rushed upstairs into her bedroom, and you slammed the door behind you. "right, do not freak out. we have new neighbours." you began, looking at mina's flushed face. "and ?" she asked,

"it's brian may."

"it's who, now ?"

"brian may."

"brian may ? the new - new - new guitar guy ? the man we've been gushing over since before we had tits ?"

"yeah, that's the guy."

mina laughed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "good god. glad you haven't pounced him yet. if it was roger, i know i would've." she smirked, making sideways glances to her own queen poster above her bed - that had been signed by every member during their '86 tour. "well, not only is his wife and three kids downstairs, he was bombarded by males. shame, really." you joked. 

"kids ?" she gasped, hopeful they were like anya. 

"thankfully, louise and emily are exactly like anya." you smiled. 

"i'll finish this later. i wanna meet the newbies." she wiggled her eyebrows, running out of her room, with you tow.

[moody-cowdaddy]

Friends in Low Places [Part 1]

Arthur Morgan x Reader | Imagine #1

Summary: You bite off more than you can chew when you wind up in the muddy little town known as Valentine for the night.

Category: Action, Drama, Fluff, First meeting.

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"Full house, fellas!" You exclaimed, slamming down a fist full of worn poker cards on the saloon table.

You had landed yourself in the small town of Valentine in New Hanover a month ago. You didn't tend to hang around one spot too long, you always found trouble, or at least, trouble found you.

You had been on your own for the majority of your life. You had to grow up fast. Both parents had died when you were very young, so you spent most of your life in an orphanage. But, being the troublemaker that you were, you were always getting into mischief whether it was fighting, or running off. After more than a few squabbles, the headmasters at the orphanage couldn't take much more, and you were sent off to a strict refinement school.

While you learned to be a little more lady-like, the rebellious streak in you stayed put. Once you were old enough, you headed out on your own. You had seen a lot of the world already at such a young age, and you were planning on seeing more of it. You always found yourself going from town to town and meeting a lot of people along the way. You were very much a woman of the world.

The men around the table all groaned in disappointment when they looked down to see that you had won yet another round at the poker table. The saloon was lively and kicking that night. It was filled to the brim with people from town and others like you who were just passing through and needed a place to hold up for the night. The drinks flowed freely, the conversations and people inside grew more rowdy by the minute. It wasn't a surprise how you witnessed more than a few fights here and there from some drunkards that night.

"Damn. I fold, woman," one of the older gentleman at the table groaned.

He had a greying beard that almost reached down to his shoulders. His tarnished rancher clothing letting you his livelyhood wasn't with easy work.

"C'mon Willard, don't ya wanna stay for another round? I'm not done takin' your day's pay yet," you smiled cheekily.

He downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass, "I ain't stickin' 'round for that'un. I gotta ranch to keep."

"I'm afraid I'll have to say the same," Jack, the other gentleman at the table spoke up.

He was a much different breed from the rest of the patrons. He had a very posh evening suit on, and his accent sounded as if he was from a more upscale city like Blackwater or Saint Denis. He was definitely a stranger in these parts where hardworking people and outlaws seemed to be the only real inhabitants.

Jack was the small glimmer of a near future; a future where outlaws and simple way of living was to be done away with. It was a way of life no one wanted anymore. A whole new world was coming, both literally and figuratively.

You scoffed and finished off your own drink, "Well, it's been fun, boys. Maybe I'll see y'all around again."

"Maybe, if I have a cent left to my name," Willard said gruffly as he left the table and disappeared into the crowd.

"I may stick around for another drink or two. Take in the sights," Jack spoke, flashing you a coquettish smile.

A smile small formed on you lips as you gave him a nod, obliging him. You didn't fancy him much. He was rather big-headed and his conversation skills were dull. You were more-so entertaining him out of the need for cash. It wasn't a secret that you didn't have a job, or a husband to take care of you. You never were much of a woman to settle down with a man for just the sake of stability, anyway.

You made most of your money by beating the pants off of arrogant drunks at poker in saloons like this, or anything else that could be made into a gamble, but your main source of funds came from robbing. Though, you did your best not to rob anyone who was actually innocent, that never sat right with you. But Jack.. He seemed like the type of prick that would steal candy from a kid and then ask why it's crying.

So, as the night went on, the saloon got louder and the whiskey got better. You had taken a few shots, but you seemed to hold your liquor better than half the men around here. Jack was beginning to slurr, while his pomade slicked hair was now disheveled and clinging to his face as he held onto the bar. He was good and loaded; bad for him, but good for you. It don't seem like it'd take much of a fuss to get whatever valuables he had on him, and you had already spotted a beautiful, gold pocketwatch that was hanging in his waistcoat.

You turned to him, buttoning up your old leather trailcoat. Your wardrobe always seemed to change depending on your situation. Some days you'd be as ladylike as any other gal, as you were clothed in a dress with a tightly clinched waist thanks to the corsets you wore, and other days you were what would have been your refinement headmistress' worst nightmare when you dressed like the outlaw that you truly were at heart.

"I'm feeling a bit peckish. Mind walkin' a lady back to her room?" You mustered up a charming smile, gesturing your hand towards the door.

You had taken up residence at the hotel across the street for time being. Jack seemed to have no quarrel about this by any means. He took the last sip of whiskey from his glass and turned to you, jutting out his arm for you to take it.

"It'd be my pleasure, miss (Y/N)," he spoke.

You gave him a nod as you intertwined your arm with his. The two of you set off for the hotel, the walk would give you the time you needed to come up with a satisfactory plan, one that wouldn't land you in Valentine county jail. You quickly decided that leading him into your room would be best, and once you do, you'd knock him out with the butt of your gun, empty his pockets and get the hell outta town. You had pretty much overstayed your welcome here anyway, and you were growing wearing of this sloppy, muddy town.

After stomping through the muggy streets, you made it back over to the porch of the hotel, and you received your fair share of dirty glances from a few old crones who saw you as you walked through the entrance, leading a man upstairs. You already knew what it was that they were thinking, the town had more than it's fair share of ladies of the night, but you were not one of them. Of course robbing people could probably be considered more immoral than prostitution, but it was your method of choice. It also had an element of fun to it, you had to admit.

"Would you like to come in for one more drink?" You turned to Jack while standing outside your door.

A coy smirk tugged at his lips, "Yes ma'am, I would."

You hummed, turning around to open your door. You needed to work fast, get the job done and hit the road as quick as possible, so you led him inside of your room, closing the door tightly begind you. You took in a small breath as you turned around to Jack who was standing behind you. He was a tad wobbly on foot, and that was good. You gave a polite smile as you stepped over to a small mahogany table near the tall chester drawer that sat in the middle of the room. You lifted the small, crystal pitcher that was filled halfway with the familiar whiskey and poured a generous amount into the glass before handing it over to Jack.

"Good 'nuff?" You asked with a smile.

"That'll do it," he chuckled, eyeing the full glass, reaching out for it.

You perched yourself against the chester drawer as you watched him down the liquor, just waiting. He gulped it down halfway before coughing, he took a breath before setting it down onto the table.

"You've peaked my curiosity," he said, shifting his dark eyes to you.

"Have I now?" You blinked at him.

He nodded, "What is a woman like yourself doing all alone here anyway? Surely you've had suitors," he shrugged, eyeing you.

You studied him for a moment, his face seemed to have gone mostly blank and emotionless by this point.

"Once upon a time, I suppose," you cleared your throat. "I never really fancied marriage as much as some women."

He blinked at you before taking a step closer, reaching down into his pocket. Your intution began to nag you in the back of your mind, and you brought your arms up to cross them over your chest, ensuring that you could get to your revolver quickly, if needed. Jack brought his hand back out of his waist coat, a money clip gripped between his fingers.

"What are you doin'?" You asked, looking at him with a peculiar expression.

"How much?" He smiled, pulling a few bucks out of the clip.

Your lips parted, "I beg your pardon?"

He shook his head before looking back at you, a concerning smile forming over his lips, "How much to spend some time with a fine woman such as yourself? C'mon darling, I know playing poker can't be the only game you're running here."

You furrowed your eyebrows at his accusation, knowing exactly what it was that he was inferring, "I'm not a whore."

"What's your price?" He gave you a cocky look.

"No price," you growled. "I do think you should go now."

"But I don't want to," he took another step towards you.

Your heart began to beat beneath the surface of your chest like a drum, all of your better instincts crying out for you to shoot him now, but you couldn't. If you shot him right here, right now, you'd for sure lose every freedom, and if the law didn't get you, the bounty hunters sure as shit would. There had to be another way outta this.

"Please, leave me be," you said firmly.

He shook his head, "I won't ask you to do anything you haven't don't before," he said, reaching out to brush a finger through your hair.

You reflexes were faster than your willpower, your hand darted into your trail coat, fully prepare to grasp the butt of the revolver you had holstered inside of it, but he must have already calculated that possibility, snd before your fingers could get halfways gripped around it, he had caught your wrist, bending it backwards before pressing you roughly against the chester drawer.

"Bastard!" You hollered, kneeing him roughly in the groin.

That slowed him down enough so that you could push past him, and reach the door. You flung it open, your only mission was to make it out, make it outside of this place and ride far, far away from this hell. You sprinted out of the room, but your journey game to a short stop once you ran smack dab into something solid.

For a moment, you thought it was a wall, or maybe the law, until you looked up to see the tall silhouette of a man in the dark hallway of the hotel. The only light available were the few flickering oil lamps that were mounted outside each door. The man that stood in front of you was sturdy and tough looking, in a cowboy hat that was pushed down over his eyes, his beard being one of the only real visible facial features.

"'Scuse me, madame," he said in a gruff, but oddly polite tone of voice.

"Sorry," you breathed your heart still racing as you turned your head back towards the door.

Jack pulled himself out of the entrance, "(Y/N), come back inside." His eyes darted between you and the strange man in front of you.

"No," you shook your head.

The tough looking cowboy looked between the both of you, "Sounsds like you folks had a scuffle going on. Heard it from down the way." He gestured towards the end of the hall.

Jack chuckled nervously, "A bit too much to drink I'm afraid, sir. Thank you."

The man gave Jack a smirk, "Uh-huh. Or maybe you're tryin' to rough up the lady." He shifted his eyes towards you.

You looked back at him, silently pleading for him to help.

"That's quite a serious accusation," Jack narrowed his eyes.

"No harm meant, partner. Why don't you just leave the girl be, and we can all go on about our business," the man nodded at Jack.

"I'm afraid this isn't your business," Jack shook his head, ignoring the man's warning as he stepped forward, reaching out to grab your wrist again.

You fought back this time, pushing him away with your hands, "Get off me."

The man had obviously had enough of the situation and grabbed Jack by the shoulders, slamming him against the wall, "Do I gotta tell you again, boah? I won't be sayin' it a third goddamn time."

They had a scuffle as Jack tried to throw a punch back at the man, but he seemed to be absolutely no match for whomever this man was, he slung Jack around like a rag doll. A few blows being exchanged between them before the man gave the final punch that knocked the man out cold on the ground.

"Jesus," you breathed.

Before either of you could catch a breathe, you heard voices and soon the footsteps of people coming up the stairs. The two of you looked at each other in panic.

"Quick, get him into my room," you urged, reaching down to grab Jack's legs.

The man leaned down in front of the body and grabbed ahold of it and the two of you of you drug him into your room, shutting the door tightly. You held yourself against it with your ear pressed against it, listening out for anything suspicious. What you heard sounded like a man and a woman passing by the door, nothing seemed to serious and neither of them stopped at your door. Once the hall went silent again, you breathed a sigh of relief as you turned and pressed your back against the door, looking back up at the man.

"Thank you, mister. You saved me a lot of trouble," you said, giving him a nod.

He nodded back, "Don't mention it, just doin' the right thing."

You smiled and dropped to your knees beside Jack's body, rifling through his pockets to find the gold pocketwatch and the money clip. He had a whole $50 on him. You glanced up at the man who looked at you a little surprised, but did seem to be at all bothered to see you robbing this man. It wasn't that much surprising to you either, he too had the outlaw look about him, you figure he had probably some his fair share of robniyng, too. You pulled $25 out of the clip, handing it over to the man.

"For your troubles," you smiled.

He held his hand up, "No ma'am, he had it comin'."

You gestured again, "I insist that you take it, we both need to get the hell outta here before he wakes up."

The man gave you an amused look before dropping his head a little, a smirk curling one side of his lip.

He reached out, taking the money and pocketing it quickly, "C'mon, I know the back way out."

He motioned you to follow him, and he led the two of you to the back of the building where the fire escape sat. He let you climb down first as he followed behind. The night air was already starting to turn cool, and most of the town had gone to sleep for the night, nothing to be heard except for the commotion still going on over at the saloon. Once you made it down, you kept close to the building as you peeked around the corner, luckily the streets were mostly empty.

"You gotta horse?" The man asked.

"No," you shook your head, "The stable usually keeps a few in the corral at night, I'll see about rustling one up."

"Nah, too risky. Too many damn buildings 'round there. You'll get caught before you clear the fence," he said sternly.

You stammered, shrugging, "Maybe so, but I can't make it anywhere without a horse, mister."

He nodded and stood there for a minute in silence, staring at you as if he was thinking about something. He looked around before turning back to you, letting out a breath that quickly turned into vapor in the cool, night air.

"Ride with me then," he said.

Your lip curled slightly, you were obviously a bit apprehensive about this after what had just happened. He obviously noticed this when he held his hands up and took a step back.

"Look, I've gotta camp up the road, me and some other folks. You don't gotta say yeah, but you can have somewhere warm to stay the night. If you try to take off with one of them horses, you're gonna get yourself in a mess of trouble," he said, pulling his hands back down to his sides.

You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and unlike with Jack, there was no nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you not to go. Instead, there was just a sense of safety, and something was telling you that you could trust this man for whatever reason.

You thought about it for a moment and finally nodded your head slowly, "Okay.. Let's go."

He gave you a nod before he whistled, calling to his horse that was nearby. I'm only took a moment for a dapple grey filly to come trotting up to the both of you out of the darkness, snorting and nudging at the man with Her head.

He grabbed a hold of her reins and patted her on the neck, "Hey there, girl," he said gently.

He pressed his foot into the stirrup before pulling himself up into the saddle on her back. You followed suit as he held out his hand, you grabbed onto it tightly as he hoisted you up to sit behind him. You sighed as you leaned forward into him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he spurred the animal quickly to get her moving. She soon picked up the pace and you were galloping out of town, the wind at your back as the countryside began passing you by.

You pulled your head up from the man's back, leaning up a little more, "You never told me your name!" You said in a louder tone, making sure he could hear you over the sound of the horse's hooves thundering against the earth beanth you.

He leaned his head back slightly, "Arthur.. Arthur Morgan. What's yours?"

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," you called back to him.

"Nice to meet'cha, miss (Y/L/N)," he said, snapping the reins of the horse.

"And you as well, Mister Morgan," you said with a small smile before leaning your head back down to him, preparing yourself for the ride back to camp.

[authorofdanger]

Reason Of Survival Part 2

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Violence, Abuse, And Slight Gore.

Stray Kids Mafia AU

The intense pressure and chill of the shower stung against my body as one of the guards sprayed me down with a water hose. I sat there as still as I could to try to make this go as quick as possible but time seemed to drag on for years before my naked body was wrapped in a tattered towel and I was tossed a clean pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra that were off shades of black.

While I struggled to get my clothes on I could hear Jeongin's screams as he fought against the guards that were cleaning him. "Don't fucking touch me! Leave me alone!" He would just be better off staying quiet and put on an act as if nothing bothered him like he does with me. Now that I think about it I wonder which side of him is the facade? Is it the brave young man that he shows me or is it the scared child he appears to be to the guards? Maybe overtime these two sides will merge into one, or possibly only one side will remain. How will this trauma effect him in a few days, weeks, or even years?

"Move runt," a guard growled before pulling me out of the shower rooms and back into my now cleaned cell where one of the cell doctors was waiting for me. This one was still relatively new to the underground after being kidnapped as she was leaving her job from a small hospital. She appeared to be no older than twenty-three and had long brown hair that was slicked back into a tight ponytail. She always treats her patients with a form of delicacy and kindness that has caused me to firmly believe she is the only good worker here.

"How are you today Y/N? You took a pretty bad beating last night?" I simply nodded my head and sighed "broken wrist and nose, possible cracked ribs, nothing crazy. My cell mate wrapped my wrist but-" "I have a brace you can wear for now," she interrupted while reaching into her medical bag and pulling out a small black wrist brace. "Its nothing grande but it should help right? Mind if I take a look?" I held out my arm to her and sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers ran around the swollen area. "I'm sorry! I'll try to be quick okay?" I watched how she slipped the brace over my hand to cover my wrist and how she had adjusted it to fit snug against my injury. "So this cell mate of yours? He's that new boy they took from one of the rivals?"

"You know about that?" She tilted her head to the side while a slight chuckle escaped her lips. "How could I not? I'm around the guards and upper ground workers all day every day. I know everything I guess." It was then that Jeongin was shoved in with his new attire of a thin black shirt and black joggers that appeared stretched and wrinkled from being manhandled. It wasn't the state of his clothes that shocked me but it was the puffiness and shade turning of his left eye and the way he held his head before slightly stumbling to the ground. I was just barely able to grab him in time to soften his landing and I noticed how I was holding my breath after he tried to squirm from my hold.

"Jeongin what happened," I asked while examining his head for blood where he was holding. "Jeongin? I'm Dr.Park can you hear me?" I let out a small sigh of relief when he said "loud and clear Doc. Dont worry I just had my head bashed into the shower floor and a fist to the face, nothing a little ice cant fix, or sleep." After a few moments of us making sure it would be safe for him to sleep I let his head rest on my thigh and his arms wrap around my leg while I gently scratched the back of his neck.

"You two really have gotten close in a short time frame," she chuckled before making one more adjustment to my wrist brace. "He's a kid Chae-" "Rosè," she corrected. "Anyways Rosè the boy is still young. He doesnt belong in this world."

"You really dont know much about his line of work do you," she chuckled, "dont let his age fool you Y/N. Honestly I think there is more to him then what we can see. Dont worry about him more then you worry about yourself alright? Now rest up for selections, starts in an hour you know?"

*****

It's like being pigs lined up for slaughter. The Boss brought in his best fighters while the rivals brought there's to examine all of us. One by one we were all being drafted and scheduled. I stood as tall as I could and let no emotion graze my face as I was touched and analyzed by other greasy men and women. The women were by far the worst, having no shame in getting into detail about the people they were selecting. One of them was pinning me up against one of her strongest women, the prize for if she won would be to take me as her slave. Another woman wanted me as a fighter of her own after seeing my past records. By the end of it I would end up fighting against three girls and two guys in the ring.

"Hey Red what about that District Nine boy you recently captured?" My eyes shot over to the boss as a warning glance. He knows very well that I am willing to take out a leader if threatened since I've done it once before, giving him the entirety of the dead man's team. "He is not up for debate. You pick the fight with who I am giving available or you can leave," he yawned while leaning back in his chair. Taking a long drink of his coffee I could see the look he was giving me through the rim of his mug, he was watching my every reaction and most likely was going to use it against me.

I pulled my gaze off of him and put my attention back on my opponents. Most of them seemed to be on my level in terms of body size and determination but one was going to be an obvious challenge. At nearly two times my height and his arms larger then my head you could tell his owner put all the eggs in one basket, rightfully so. He was a beast that could kill me in one hit if I'm not careful and the boss knew it. But I knew I was going to win, I had to win! "Let's plan these matches for two days from now. Be here no later then nine, after that its forfeit and I will claim my prize by midnight," the boss sneered, "dont test my patience."

And with that I was taken to the gym area where Jeongin sat patiently between two guards on the bench press. "So this is the punk you are fighting for," one of the other fighter's asked. "What's it to you Lau? Last I checked you only worry about yourself." "Just curious as to see who is putting you in extra shit," he chuckled before going to the weights to work on his arms and core. "Just ignore him Y/N. You know he doesnt mean anything by it," Amber encouraged with a pat on the back. Even though i know she is right there is still a part of me that wants to knock his teeth in but i will refrain for now.

"So how bad is it," Jeongin asked once i got over to him. "Nothing i cant handle. Get up so i can use this." The guards moved away from the two of us and Jeongin moved to sit on the floor and watch as I got to work. My usual routine would be to work on my strength for around twenty minutes, stamina for fifteen, and then a few other various things for the rest of the hour before we would be dragged back to the showers and get fed in our cages.

"I wonder how well you would fight against Changbin," he mumbled to himself as I continued to lift some weights and then moved over to the pull up bar. "Changbin," I asked behind shallow breaths as I pulled up all of my body weight. "He is the main fighter of Stray Kids." "Big dude," I asked but was only responded to by a fit of laughter.

"If you consider around one hundred and sixty seven centimeters in height tall then sure he is a 'big dude,' but to the rest of us he isn't. But dont let his height fool you, the man is a beast." Rolling my eyes I took a small glance around the room to see most of the others were watching us. Some with pure curiosity while others had more of jealousy burning in their eyes. One man in particular gave the most menacing look. "You got a problem Hongbin," I growled before landing on my feet. He let out a tight scoff as he approached us. "Maybe I do. What makes you so special that you dont have to do shit," he asked as he shoved Jeongin back by his chest.

I was quick to get between the two and land a quick blow to his neck, knocking him to his knees. "Fucking touch him again I dare you," I spat, "anyone else got a fucking problem or can we mind our own business here?" All the eyes that watched intensely earlier immediately shot away from us. Once Hongbin was stumbling back to his feet I knew there would be blood in a matter of minutes. His face was red with a few veins showing here and there and his fists were balled. His anger was always quick to get to him ever since he was assigned to the ring, honestly I cant blame him.

His hand found it's way to my throat and he shoved me into the mirror where my head would slam hard enough to break part of the glass. Everyone in the room froze as I let out a small laugh. "You think I wont put your ass in place because of your fighting status," he growled after he took a swing at my face. My already broken nose stung while the rest of my face began to numb letting me know that it was either fight or get my ass handed to me. I was quick with my hands and yanked a shard of glass from the mirror and shove it into his left hand, forcing him to drop me before I kicked him back and swung my leg around to knock him off of his feet. I grabbed him by his scalp and dragged him over to where our weighted belts and jump ropes were and then proceeded to whip him with the smallest rope we had. After a few seconds he was back to his feet and racing towards me but I was able to barely dodge him and throw a weighted ball at his leg.

In a flash I noticed a body leap ontop of him and hit his head hard with a dumbbell, successfully knocking him out. Jeongin shoved the dead weight off of him and gave me a huge grin as he got back up. "Is he always that aggressive," he asked as if nothing happened. Maybe Rosè was right, maybe I shouldn't worry so much about him.

*****

"You two really do enjoy causing problems dont you," boss asked while his guards tied us to the wooden chairs. I know the rules at this point, stay silent and dont look him in the eyes. If you make yourself look small he will go easy on you but the tougher you act the tougher the punishment.

Jeongin doesnt quite grasp this concept and decided to thrash and fight the guards while yelling at everyone in the room. "He started it! She was defending herself! Leave her alone!" A firm grasp yanked my gaze from the floor and into a pair of ice cold eyes. "Seems someone has gotten attached to our little mutt," he spat. His grip grew tighter by the second until my jaw was forced open and painfully pried to its limits. "Maybe you should pay for his constant running mouth." My heart was beating a million beats a minute and I let out small whimpers as he begins to push and pull on my jaw lightly. When he began to get rougher with me i couldnt help the painful cries i was letting out, knowing he was trying to dislocate my jaw in the most painful way he could. My eyes screwed shut and i just prayed that it would be quick and it be my only punishment. "Stop it! Let her go! Please!"

"Maybe I should make you two an example. Untie them and throw him in his cell. She goes in the empty one beside him and I want her hands tied to the ceiling." Finally releasing my sore but intact jaw I felt my body get ripped from the seat and bonds and was being pulled by my hair while Jeongin had to be escorted by three guards. "Why are you acting so small? I've seen you fight Y/N so do it!"

Soon he will understand, there are times to be big and times to be small. Over the years I have learned what to do for each situation and right now I had to be small and pliant.

As we entered our hall I heard the nervous cries and mumbles that bounces off the walls and was harshly thrown into the cell next to the one Jeongin was shoved into. The guards all came in and roughly bounded my hands and hung me to where my toes only brushed the ground. My shoulders were screaming in agony along with the wrist that I injured now even days ago.

"Y/N fight back," he pleaded while trying to reach for me only for a guard to step on his hand. "Stop it Jeongin," I cried, "please just stop." He was only making this worse for the both of us. I was baring both punishments for severely injuring Hongbin and his constant pleading wasn't helping anything.

The boss came in with a few of his favorite tools. His whip, a few knives, and a few things I havent quite seen before. The whip was the first thing he reached for with a crooked grin on his face. "The punishment would have only been ten but since you decided to take on anything for this little nuisance that makes it twenty right?"

"Y-yes sir," i stammered. Leaning my head away and shutting my eyes I took in a deep breath to try and calm my tensing nerves but as soon as the first strike hit there was no way of relaxation. It started on my thighs, and then my back, and finally to my chest. The stinging never left and my vision blurred from the tears I couldnt even try to hold back. My throat was becoming raw from my cries but behind it all I could hear Jeongin yelling like a mad man.

The knives were for the whip's markings that didnt dig into my skin, he loved to mark me knowing that i would always remember the night i received that specific mark. My skin was numbing at this point and I couldn't keep my head up. For a while everything stopped and i believed it was over until a shearing pain dug into my shoulder blade and two guards held me in place. The smell of burning flesh was filling my nose and the slight hiss was barely heard. I was being branded.

When the punishment was finally over they didnt even bother getting the rope off of my wrist but they tossed my limp body where Jeongin sat helplessly. I let out a small cry at the slightest touch, body too sensitive to want any human contact at all. Soon the rope was gently pulled off of me and I was pulled into a shaking embrace.

"Chan where are you," he whispered as I fell into darkness.

[miriamandvictoria]

Fun character bio

@ocprompting Fun Character Bio Victoria

Name

What is it?

Victoria Willsson

Does it mean anything, who gave it to them and why?

It doesn't have a specific meaning, but was given to her by Catherine Willsson, the woman who originally adopted her when she was two months old. Catherine died when Victoria was five, and her name is one of very few thing she has left of her.

Do they like it?

Yes, but sometimes they wonder what their biological mother might've called her

Is it a common name for their setting/culture, or is it obscure?

It's common

Other basics

Age?

52

Species?

Human

Personality traits

What are their most defining traits to their personality?

Absolutely past giving a shit about anyone, compassionate and protective, and very intelligent

What sticks out as soon as you meet them, what kind of first impression do they make?

First anyone would notice is that they are very creative. It shows in their clothes, in the way they act, everything. A real free spirited artist. They usually make a good first impression, but they can quickly be stereotyped as a 'quirky artist'

What are their good traits?

Creative, compassionate, intellegent, dependable

What are their bad traits?

A bit too artistic, not the best at socializing, naive (not in bussiness, but personal relations), strong fight or flight reflex (run away when things get over her head), proud

Any other traits?

Fiercely protective of her family

How do they describe themself, how do they view themself?

They see themselves as a grounded, dependable person with an a creative side. They don't have the best self-image, especially not when it comes to close relations, and often second guess themselves in pretty much anything they do, but they try to act proud and unwavering.

How do others describe them, how do others view them?

Others see them as a nice, dependable person and a good mother. They are often impressed by her determination to not give up on her creativity and artistic calling, even if they have to have a regular 9 to 5 job as well. Sometimes their uncertainty about close relations show, and it can be a bit unsettling because it appears to go against their confident and dependable nature.

What parts of their personality always prevail and are always present no matter what the situation is?

Her creativity and dependableness. She is always quick to come up with inventive solutions even in terrible situations, and even if she can sometimes be umcertain about close relations she will be there when you need her no matter what.

Are they a different person when you first meet them than when you get to know them, does it take them time to open up? Or are they an open book from the get go?

They are pretty much an open book from the get go, though you sometiems underestimate how complex the story is. The more you learm to know them the more you learn that there's a complecity to it that doesn't immidiatly show from the outside.

Appearance

Height?

About 185 cm

Body build/shape/weight?

Tall, lean and wide hips & larger breast.

Facial shape - What are their eyes like? How about their nose, or lips? Shape of cheeks? Eyebrows?

They have green eyes that are rather cat like - some of her friends claim they glow in the dark. Thin lips and nose. Sharp, downwards pointing eyebrows that can make her look angry even if she is just sad or concerned.

Hair - Is it short? Long? How is the texture/shape? How is the style? Do they wear it different ways or only one way? What colour(s) is it, and is that natural or changed?

Her natural hair colour is auburn, but they went gray in their mid-20s and coloured it a chocolate brown colour until her mid 30s. They had long (down to stomach, little longer) and straight hair until their late 20s. Since then it's a little past their shoulders in length, and it has it's natural texture which is wavy. They also curl it occasionally with quite good results.

Skin tone?

They're white (American)

Anything such as glasses? freckles? dimples? scars? any wrinkles?

She got slight crows feet and small wrinkles around her mouth. She also have dimples. She got reading glasses, but use them less often than she should. She has scars on her fingers from when she first learned to play guitar, because she didn't know how to tune it. She also has a c-section scar from having her daughter.

Do they look younger, average, or older than their age?

Physically they look a bit younger than their actual age, but their grey hair tend to 'give away' their real age.

How do they feel about their appearance? Do they like it, do they dislike it, is it mixed, or do they not place much value on their looks?

It's pretty mixed. They have good and bad days, like most people. She decidedly dislike how she look with glasses though.

Is there anything they would want to change about their appearance? Is there anything they refuse to change about their appearance?

When she was younger she definatly wished that she hadn't gone grey so early, and solved it by colouring leticoulesly and never letting any of the grey show. It was rather hard on her hair and she first started trying shorter hairstyles to make it easier for her and her hair. Nowadays she strictly tells herselg she is perfect the way she is, and leave it at that.

Gender identity/etc

What is their gender?Are they intersex or perisex (non intersex)? Or does their culture not even have different “sexes”? Are they cis or trans? Or does their culture not even assign genders?What are their pronouns?

Perisex cisgender female, she/her

Orientation/attraction (if oc is aro and/or ace, skip the ones you feel not applicable)

Sexual orientation/Romantic orientation?

Bisexual with a heavy preference for women

Are they dating anyone? Are they married? Do they want to get married? Or do they prefer ‘one night stands’?

They aree married to a woman called Miriam Willson-Paul. She met her when Miriam had just turned twenty, and she was twenty-six. They fell in love rather quickly, but it took 15 years before they got married, both due to trouble in the relationship and because it was not legall in either of their home states.

How do they react when they first fall for someone?

She's a head over heels kind of person. She falls in love quick and hard.

How do they react when they first begin being intimate with someone?

At first they can be worried and uncertain. They're not really very trusting when becoming intimate with new people, even if they love them dearly. This has however grown away a bit as they got older, and got more secure in themselves and the fact that it is not their fault if people chos eto leave, as logn as she doesn't do anything bad to the relationship.

How do they react further on down the relationship?

They get much more secure in themselves, and though they always fall hard from the get go, it truly starts to show when they get comfortable further down the line. Her wife once described it as 'the eruption of the emotional volcano'.

Do they change or do they stay the same but stronger feelings?

They stay the same. They're head ove rheels for the getgo, sp the only thign that happen is the feelings become more solid.

Do they have a lot of dating experience, a little, or none?

Only a little. A number of one night stands and two true loves in their life.

What ways do they express intimacy or love? Hugs, Kisses, Giving gifts, Doing favors, Creating things for them, Verbal flattery, etc?

Creating gifts, verbal flattery, favours and hugs & kisses

Are they casual or intense in the relationship?

Intense, once they dare to show it

Do they value the relationship as important and lasting, or just fun and fleeting? Are they fast or slow in their relationships?Are they dominant or passive in the relationship? Do they take the lead, let their partner(s) take the lead, a mixture, or is there no lead in their relationships?

They value it as important and lasting, they're fast in their head but pretty slow in reality. Once they're comfortable they are definatly dominant, though it rarely show because they got a more dominant partner. Usually its a mix of who take the lead. They got their insecurities and their expertises, and take lead accordingly.

Do they enjoy sexual aspects to their relationship more, or romantic aspects more?

They enjoy both equally, but they have a Demisexual partner who do not enjoy sex as much, so Romantic has come to be most important.

Do they have any sexual interests that they do with their partner(s), either for themself or for their partner(s)?

Not really, they like sex as such but they'r enot very adventurous and their partner doesn't much care for sex.

What do they do if there is something upsetting in their relationship, how do they handle slight turmoil in their relationships? (as in, not abuse, but a small/singular problem)? Are they confident when with a partner, or are they insecure? If they are confident, how do they feel about confident partners? How about insecure partners? if insecure, then how do they feel about confident partners? or insecure partners?

Usually they try to run from the problem. She and her partner are terrible at communicating, and especially when they were younger she could spend weeks sleeping on the couch in a silent stand-off. Omce they get comfy, they are very confident but their wife is even stronger, which sometiems make them look insecure in comparising. However, small issues can make them both dissolve into insecure messes, so it's really individual to the situation. They do, however, like someone who is confident in a relationship.

Do they have a 'type’? Personality wise, what do they enjoy in a partner(s)? Looks wise, what do they enjoy as well?How well do they handle heartbreak?

They do't have a type, but prefer women over men and do find hair very fascinating, so women with longer hair and more elaborate hair styles are more intresting. They are terrible at heart break! They still have a lot of emotional scars & unproccessed trauma from their first real heart-break. It was an on and off relationship with a married man who abused drugs and alcohol. It also included a triangle drama with his jelous wife, her girlfriend of the time and several assorted women that he played with. It ended with the man killing himself with drugs and alcohol, and Victoria still carries a lot of deeply rooted issues from it.

Platonic relationships

What kinds of people do they make friends with? What kinds of people DON’T they make friends with?

They caan make friends with just about anyone, but will drop you if you are not faithful to your partner or talk shit about people who are mot present.

What kinds of things do they enjoy to do with friends?

They lile to sing and play music with their friends, as well as paint and sculpt. Their own hobbies, but with others. Otherwise just going out fir a beer or to the movies is fine too.

Do they like to chill at home, go out somewhere exciting, hang at a quiet coffee shop, etc? Do they enjoy a large friend group or small? Would they rather a few great friends, or many good friends?

They like to go out, but can stay home too. Its fine with either for her. She has a few trusted friends that she stick to, and a large group of shallow aquintances.

Do they make friends with anyone easily, or are they selective? How long does it take them being around a person to consider them a friend? How do they handle a fight with a friend? How do they express their friendship? What kinds of things do they do to/with friends to let them know they care for them?

They make friends easily, but to really have a strong bond with them will take years and years until you can be accepted a 'proper' friend. They handle fights terrible. People usually avoid fighting them because they know how bad it can get. They express their friendship through unwavering lpyalty and dependability. They will always be there.

Animals

How do they feel about animals as a whole? Do they view them as friends, helpers, tools/rescources, equal companions, annoyances, or enemies?

They love animals!

Do they have a favourite animal, for any reason? A least favourite animal?

Favourite animal are dogs. No least favourite.

Do they have any pets? Have they formally had pets? If no pet, do they want one?Are they good with animals or are they bad with them?

They are great with animals! They have three dogs, their wife has a cow and a horse, and their son has a cat.

Food/Diet

What kinds of food do they enjoy? What kinds of foods do they not enjoy?

They like hardy homecooked comfort food. They dislike sleak, fat free upscale resturant food.

Do they eat a little, a lot, or somewhere inbetween? If a little, Do they only eat a little due to being poor/conserving, or is there another reason such as culture/religious/etc? If a lot, do they do so due to money/abundance of food, or would they still find a way to eat a lot even if poor? 

They eat a lot when their wife has cooked for them, but left alone they eat very little both due to having had little money growing up and early on in their adulthood, and due to not really mich experiencing hunger.

Do they have any food allergies, or restrictions such as vegetarian/vegan/pescetarian/etc? If the latter, is it a personal belief, a cultural belief, a religious belief, due to allergies, or something else?

No allergies

Do they view food as just sustenance or as a pleasure? Or balance it out? If given a big plate of food, do they eat their fav food first or last? If given a big plate of food, do they eat it all at once, or save some for later?

Again, if someone else cook its pleasure, otherwise its sustenance. They eat their fav food last always. If given a big plate they'll take it all on the spot. They were raiaed with the principle of 'clean plates equal respect for the cook'.

How do they feel on sweets? How do they feel on sour foods? How do they feel on spicy foods? How do they feel on bland/basic foods?Are they good at cooking/baking, or do they instead just buy premade meals? Do they cook basic storebought foods or do they make food from scratch? Or if rich, do they pay someone else to prepare their foods?

They like sweets, but prefer savoury food. Sour is not a taste they care much for. Spicy food they've come to like because their wife likes cooking spicy mexican cuisine. Bland/basic foods work well for them if theyre cooking for themselves. They're rather mediocre at cooking but will do simple form scratch meals for themselves rather than buy preprepped.

Social/political beliefs

What are their views on social groups?

They think that the society is way too segregated as is today.

Are they open minded or close minded? Are they progressive, or do they dislike if their society changes?

They're open minded, and are posetive to a lot of changes since they're youth since its made it easier for her and her wife.

What is the government like in their setting? Do they like the way it is set up, or not? Do they like their current leader, or not?

They live in modern day America. They do not like the leaders and think the system could be better.

Fashion

What kinds of clothes do they like?

They're a real redneck and like shirts and cowboy boots and jeanse most the time.

What kinds of things will they include in every outfit?

There is always colour. They would never dress all black, white or grey

What kinds of clothes do they dislike? What kinds of things would they refuse to wear?

They dislike smart suits and you can never get them to wear fancy fabrics like silk, cashmiere etc

Any accessories they always wear, like a bracelet, hair tie, ring, locket, etc? Does it have any significance?

They often wear earings. They always have their wedding ring, even if they may not admit its a wedding ring.

What is their relationship with clothing? Do they wear what’s comfortable, what they aesthetically like, what is easy to work in/what fits their profession, something formal, something casual?

They're pretty casual and artsy. They care a lot for aestethic, but will always make sure they are practical and comfortable too.

Do they view clothes as just fabric to cover their body, or do they consider it an important/integral part of their identity, or somewhere in between? Do they prefer to have less or more skin exposed in their outfits? Do they wear as little as possible, or maybe do they use clothes to hide something about themselves?

Its an important part of their identity. When they were young they could be pretty skimpily clad, but have become more and more prudish with the years. Especially her C-section scar is something she is keen to cover at any cost.

Do they live somewhere with the same temperature/weather all year, or does the climate change? if it does change, do they change their clothes by the changing seasons, or do they stick to their “brand” no matter what? if it doesn’t change, do they like having the same style clothes all year or not?

They live in an area with relatively predictable weather, but will stick to their 'brand' no matter what.

Disabilities

Do they have any physical disorders/ailments/etc?

No

Do they have any mental disorders/ailments/etc? What about, are they neurodivergent?

They quite possibly have PTSD as a result of traumatic events in their past, as well as some abadonment issues from being abadoned as a baby, and having her first adooted parent die when she was five, but has never been to a psychiatrist. They are not neurodivergent.

Hobbies and talents

Do they have any hobbies or recreational interests? Do they practice them a little at a time/during whatever free time, or are their hobbies more time consuming and take up a good deal of their day/week/etc? Is their hobby to de stress, to bring fulfillment, to build up a skill, or another reason?

They paint, sculpt, sing and play rythm guitarre. Painting and sculpting take a lot of their time in the week. It is both destressing and a thing that fills her with personal fullfillment as it is a skill since shes had since a child and she feel successful as a person as she develop it.

Why do they do their hobby? What made them pick up/do this hobby? Is their hobby something done in their alone time, or something done in a group setting/with friends?

All theur hobbies are things that has come naturally to them since childhood. Thry love doing it with others, but their subject and the contents might vary a lot deoending on who is presemt/watching.

What kinds of talents do they have? What are they good at? Is it something more well regarded like singing, dancing, painting, etc.. or something more obscure like quickly organizing things alphabetically, remembering what kind of flowers their friend likes, or another skill that isnt as widely seen as a typical “talent/skill”?

Painting, sculpting, singing and playing guitarre are their skills. All widely regarded skills that are taken seriously.

is there any type of hobby they detest and would never partake in? Is there any sort of skill or subject they are just completely bad at? Is there a hobby they wish they could try? Is there a skill they wish they had?

Not really. They are a well rounded person who is not completely horrible at snything really, even if they defiantly have their owm expertise. They are also willing to try most things if someone want them to.

Are their hobbies or skills more practical and useful in a job or career, more suited for social life/aspects, more creative and for fun, or do they serve a different kind of purpose in their life?

They use their hobbies as a career, but most freely they handle it as a job on the side of their normal job.

Religion and spirituality

Are they religious?

No, they are an atheist. They only partcipate when their wife, who is religious, ask them to.

Where they raised on their faith, or did they convert in later?

They were raised christaim, but a very liberal type of christinaity that did not include visiting the local church as their mother found it too negatibe and restrictive compared to her take on christianity. They decided they were atheist around age fifteen.

financial status/job

What financial class do they belong to? Are they a ruler/royalty, nobility, upper class, middle class, lower class, or poor as can be?Were they born in to this class, or came in to it later on?

They are normal middle class citizensbut was raised in a finacially limited family.

What is their job, if they have one?

They're an art teacher on a middle school level. They sell art and sculptures on the side.

How do they earn their money, or at least things like food and other necessities? Do they enjoy their work, do they only work for the money, or do they detest their job?

They do not much like their normal job but love selling art and sculptures and doing paid jobs as a preelance artist. Their favourite thing is doing album covers.

Is work something enjoyable or is it stressful?Is this their dream job, or is there something they’d like to be doing more?

Its stressful and definatly not the dream job to be a teacher - they want to be an artist full time.

What is stopping them - do they not have the social class, do they not have the money or ability to achieve it, or do they maybe just not believe they’re capable?

They do mot become an artist fulltime because they've had three kids to look after and did not think it was economically viable evem if they do make some money on it on the side. As they grow older and the kids move out, they're considering going straight at it.

Phobias

Do they have any phobias or fears?

They have a fear of abadonment that can be triggered by foghting with friends and family, amogn other things

After escaping the situation, how do they recover?

Lots of tlc with family or friends.

How long does it take to do so?

Between a few hours and a few days. Usually it last until the trigger that started it is resolved.

Is their fear easily able to be overcome after facing it once or twice, or is it something more chronic and they have the same response no matter how often they experience it?

Its chronic

Does their fear come from a frightening life experience, or is it more 'random’ and not 'derived’ from anything?

It comes from being abadoned as a baby of two months, her first adooted parent then dying when she was five.

Fun/misc

When playing truth or dare, which option do they take when asked?

Dare!

If hypothetically stranded on an island for a week, what three objects and three people would they take with them?

Pocket knife, waaterbottle with cleaning filter and their wife

If given 3 wishes, what would they wish for?

More dogs, to meet their Bio. Mum and for their first love not to have died.

What’s their fav music genre?

Folk/Country

What’s their fav tv/book genre?

Fantasy & historical fiction

Fav video game genre?

They don't play videogames

Do they like board games, or do board games frustrate them?

They get frustrated, but they still played it a lot with their kids

Do they sing in the shower? Do they sing when they cook? Do they sing when doing chores?

Yes on all 3

How do they react to having an annoying song stuck in their head for 3 days?

They play it 24/7 until its out of their head

Are they good with kids?

Yes

What’s the quickest way to make them smile/laugh?

Remind them of something embaressing they did once.

Quickest way to make them cry/break their heart?

Pick a fight and walk away before it can be resolved/fail to accept apolegise/explanations

Quickest way to get on their nerves/piss them off?

Cheat on your partner

How do they sleep? Light sleeper, heavy sleeper, do they snore? do they toss and turn or are they a brick?

They toss around a lot, and is quite a light sleeper. Snore a lot.

Do they own a comfort object?

Yes, a rag doll in the shape of a White bunny with a blue dress.

Do they own a sacred object?

A 1950s J-200 Gibson Guitarre

Do they own a useful object? Any sort of thing they own that they heavily rely on for something?

Their painting/sculpting equipment.

Zodiac sign?

Libra

Do they care about this sort of thing?

No

How do they react to/act when they are sick?

They try to get through it but often end up covered in blankets on the couch while their wife looks after them

How do they react to/act when in pain?

They get aggressive

How do they react to/act when hungry?

They rarely notice and it doesn't affect them much when they don't eat.

Any tropes that apply? Or, what is their basic “character type”?

Nope

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Origin Story Text Posts and Onion Headlines Part 9

Kira: one of these days i'm going to roll my eyes too hard and i'm going to go blind, i just walked into this room at a party and someone yelled "dibs!", I'm sorry you must be at least a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory, I'm developing all these feelings it's disgusting., how ones one turn their emotions off, idc (I do care), This Shit Again, i hope common sense is the next cool trend, no offense but i hate myself and i hope i die in my sleep, i need a tall boyfriend so he can get things for me off of tall places. i changed my mind boys are demons ill get a ladder, "your eyes hella red u been smokin??" no I been crying bitch leave me alone, why do ppl think its ok to waste my time, who let me adult I can't adult, japanese legend says that if you shut the fuck up you wouldn't be so annoying, "yall need to chill" says me, who isn't chill not even a little bit., here i am, cuter and more kissable than ever, and how many kisses am i receiving? zero, why doesn't anyone appreciate my sarcasm and bitterness as much as i do, what the hap is fuckening, current mood: angrily bisexual., buying clothes that aren't black is hard, are those feelings get them away from me, girlfriend: why don't you take off that battle armor and slip into something a bit more.....comfortable me: i am most comfortable when i am impervious to most forms of physical attack, "I need to you to totally straight with me-" *nervous bisexual laughter*, i can't stop laughing at the fact that i used to think that i was straight me a heterosexual, ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened, Youve heard of Best Buy, now get ready for... me (the best bi), ATTENTION! The rumors are true! i AM beautiful AND hilarious at the SAME TIME. yes it is a lot to take in take ur time my beauty is timeless, Fact: Bisexuals are open to everything. Coffee dates, crowded parties, underground robot fighting rings, secret witch covens. We're open minded., bi people are are wonderful and magical and their identity is so so valid pass it on, Your Safety Is Our Second Concern, anyway sorry I sound really gay and bitter, list of things i'm handling well currently 1., my life's resume: i tried, anyway *goes to push my glasses up my nose by the bridge and accidentally gets fingerprint on lens* fuck okay hold on, do you ever just look at someone and think "I'm glad your parents had sex", If I had a dollar every time someone called me ugly I'd have 0 dollars bitch you thought lmao, I may be short but you're still beneath me

Jean: me 300 times a day: im so done, that person you just called a nerd? they are a giant nerd. you made a good call on that one., "if u like someone just tell them!" yeah sure goodbye, why does life feel like i'm playing on expert difficulty, the robot apocalypse will be caused by people talking about the robot apocalypse so much that the robots will think that's what we want and they're just trying their best, i want to give him (Becket) things like blowjobs and self esteem, I am awake but at what price, me: *discussing w/ myself in my head* me: my thoughts exactly, I'm like four days past my bedtime, no offense but some of us *looks pointedly at self in mirror* need to fucking chill, reasons to date me: 1: 2: 3: 4: 5: please lol, "its dark im scared" don't worry bae i got this *stomps foot* *sketchers light up*, me: *talks for 30 minutes straight on a subject no one cares about just because i love sharing information*, me:*lies down* things:*continue to happen* me: lieS DOWN HARDER*, friend: you look stressed me: haha yeah it's the stress, it's raining but it's not men so what's the point

Cypress: is it gay in here or is it just me?, im the seductive malicious forest spirit your parents warned you about, me: hangs out w/ little kids and tries to reach them self love and feminist ideas, I am a dream girl I already know, i'm a good person i don't deserve to be mistaken for a heterosexual, *me flirting* hey wanna suffer together, "sit up straight" how dare you i'll sit as gay as i please, Area Women Not Listened To Again, "women are weaklings!" i'm strong enough to carry your corpse to the woods, I'm in love with this girl. She's gorgeous, smart, talented, funny as hell, and totally badass. That girl is me. boy: says something sexual or flirtatious me: right...anyway, "you can't wear that!!!! people will get the wrong impression!!!" the impression that i am a hot babe with an ass that just won't quit??" honey that ain't wrong that's just a fact

Becket: am i a complex carbohydrate because i am slowly breaking down, I'm usually that person who has no idea what's going on, no offense but what the fuck am I doing, eyebrow game strong?, more like eyeBAG game strong. i'm fucking exhausted. haha lol, au where i'm not crying, i expect the minimum and am still disappointed, INCREDIBLY ATTRACTIVE PEOPLE who are simultaneously GIANT DORKS are my ULTIMATE WEAKNESS, me: knows exactly what i have to say me: stutters and fucks up a 5 word sentence, me, a sensitive and very emotional person who cries easily and can't take any criticism: i wanna fight someone

Liam: im fluent in talking shit, is it morally okay to pray that your crush's relationship doesn't work out, I walk this broken road on the boulevard of broken roads Don't know where it broke but it's only me and I broke the road, can you not date people that are not me? it's rude., i think i stole all of the wrong personality traits when when making my identity because no one fucking likes me??, hot people who know they're hot are the worst and can't be trusted, I thought you were in love? just with myself, *avoids even people i love w all heart*, I may look calm but in my head I've killed you three times, Child Development Experts Say Boys Not Fully Mature Until Avenging Father's Murder, i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, i try not to sound like an asshole but it's really hard because i am an asshole, why are 15 year olds so angry

Bean: wanna make a secret handshake it involves us touching our mouths together for three hours, don't look at me i'll fall in love with u, Do you ever look at a person and get the urge to just drop everything and yell I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU, here's a little song i like to call "i cherish our friendship so i won't tell you i would totally have sex with you if you asked"

Cyra: IF YOU SAY ONE MORE WORD I'M GOING TO GRAB YOUR FACE AND kiss it because you're cute , do you ever just want to hold someone in your arms for about 37 years, QUICK. PUT YOUR LIPS ON MINE IT'S AN EMERGENCY, @god thanks for making girls so pretty, they're just really cute and in love, my kink is a happy n fulfilling relationship, my seduction style is is genuinely caring about your life & wanting you to improve & be happy, otp: smol and tol, you can't be hot and just expect me to act normal

Jean and Kira: I'm Always Open To Feedback I Can Get Defensive About And Ultimately Ignore

The Squad: Group Of Good-Looking People All Headed Toward Same Place