#and there aren't any well lit areas to walk through

[free-range-tiddies]

Aight so boom- My car is finally croaking. I'm in the process of getting a temp ride, but that's still gonna take another week or so. I work nights and walking home isn't a safe option over here. If you guys could help me out with $50 to cover my Ubers, I'd really appreciate it.

[senp1i]

GYM BRO’s? GYM HOES!

(SNSD Choi Sooyoung x Male reader) rewritten!! WC: 3440 + also if u previously read it then read after the keep reading, from then on ive added and changed the story

Sooyoung stumbled into the brightly lit 24-hour gym at stupid o'clock in the morning, unable to stay still in her apartment . With SNSD’s big summer/late-summer comeback announced, her schedule was absolutely shit lately between vocal training, choreography bootcamp hell, and a new diet that had her craving carbs 24/7. 

Call her crazy, but a good workout sounded way more appealing than yet another hour tossing and turning in bed. 

The location near their dorm was usually blissfully empty at ass o’clock in the morning too - perfect for looking like a disgusting post-workout mess without judgment. She swiped her membership card at the empty front desk, earbuds already queued up with a stupid EDM mix. 

Rounding the corner towards the cardio equipment though, Sooyoung came to an abrupt halt. 

Wait a damn minute...was that...a guy? 

Working out alone in the free weights corner? Well crap, so much for having the place to herself, she thought.

Squinting across the room, she vaguely recognized him - one of their fan-sites maybe? He seemed just as startled to no longer be alone, nearly dropping the dumbbell in his hand with a awkward fumble. 

“Oh shit! Sooyoung-ssi?” His eyes bugged wide, literally about to pop out, “Shit, sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be here this late...” 

Sooyoung snorted, shifting her gym bag higher on one shoulder. “You and me both, dude.” An awkward silence passed of them just standing there staring. *sigh* no use being a bitch about it, she decided. Gym’s open 24/7 to members, even nosy fanboys. 

Tossing him a casual chin jerk goodbye, she headed towards the treadmills. 

“Well don’t let me mess up your sesh or anything,” she called over one shoulder, queueing up her go-to cardio playlist. Setting her phone on the ledge, Sooyoung hopped up on the belt and started jogging.

The familiar burn soon had her zoning out - eyes fixed on her reflection in the big wall of mirrors, volume cranked enough to drown out any other noise. 

Including the sound of fumbling weights behind her...as the same flustered fanboy now seemed incapable of  looking away from Sooyoung's sweaty reflection. His eyes tracked her bouncing boobs barely contained in the old Nike sports bra, and down to those leggings leaving nothing to imagination with each pounding step. 

((a/n: so for the sake of my sanity we’ll all pretend this is a treadmill and that the fila is a Nike, alright? Good.🫡))

Sooyoung noticed the attention after a few minutes, torn between rolling her eyes or biting back a smug grin. Fan service was part of the job after all - but she also knew damn well what she looked like working out in minimal fabrics. Didn’t mean she enjoyed feeling ogled like a piece of meat, but the ego boost was kinda nice. 

Nearly 45 minutes and 5 miles later however, tiredness sank in as Sooyoung began cooling down to a walk. 

Her leg muscles felt more like limp udon noodles at this point, chest heaving to gulp oxygen. Risking a glance behind her, she noted the fan seemed to be wrapping up his own workout now too - re-racking an impressive set of heavy dumbbells across the open floor space.

Sooyoung slid her feet to a stop on the treadmill, skin sticky with sweat. She bent down to stretch her quads and muscles briefly, back to the weight area. 

When she straightened up from touching her toes, the guy was much closer than expected - openly staring with those wide dark eyes.

"Feeling pretty bold over here aren't we?" Sooyoung arched an eyebrow, unflustered. His mouth snapped shut audibly, face and neck flushing darker.

"S-sorry noona!" he stammered, glancing away and raking a hand through his messy black hair. "I just uh...wanted to say nice workout? You really seem like you know what you're doing..." His awkward compliment trailed off into uncertainty, still avoiding direct eye contact.

Sooyoung couldn't help chuckling internally at just how shy this random fan was at interacting with her one-on-one, especially with so much exposed skin on display. She had to admit she didn't exactly mind the shy flattery. After over a decade pressure-cooking in the entertainment industry, it was actually sort of refreshing.

"I thought maintaining stamina is important for those long music show rehearsal hours," she replied easily, straightening up with a slight groan as her abdomen muscles protest. 

Noticing the guy's eyes follow the flex of her defined abs, she had to hide another smirk. Too easy.

"But clearly you know what you're doing too," Sooyoung continued with a glance at the impressive set of free weights he had been using earlier

"I don't usually see guys your age lifting that heavy without a spotter."

Pink still dusted his sharp cheekbones, but he met her gaze now without the prior dose of awkwardness at the indirect praise. 

Rubbing the back of his neck almost shyly, his lips quirked upwards.

"I try to hit the gym pretty consistently. Can't let you idol types have all the good bodies, you know." Y/N murmurs with a smirk, a smile.. somewhere in between

Was he...flirting back now? Sooyoung thought as she cocked her head, curiosity piqued by this boost of confidence in him, 

She noted that he really was very good looking, with feline eyes and a sharp jawline that complemented the defined muscles under his sweaty workout t-shirt. No wedding ring either she observed.

"Oh really now?" she challenged, arms crossing under her boobs subtly. Enjoying the way his dark, definitely interested gaze automatically tracked and traced her tits, she took a half step closer.

"Maybe you could...give me some tips then?" Batting her lashes innocently, Sooyoung gestured one manicured hand at the bench press station nearby. "My upper body strength is definitely my weakness in dance practice lately." She says, 

Y/N looks momentarily caught off guard by the bold invitation, his adams apple visibly bobbing in a hard swallow. But then he regains his confidence, lips quirking in a smirk again.

"It would be my pleasure to help demonstrate, Sooyoung-ssi” he says with his eyebrows raised and the smirk plastered on

Sooyoung watched with interest as the handsome fan confidently adjusted the bench press bar to a heavy weight for her petite frame. Clearly trying to impress her. Smirking slightly as he patted the black vinyl meaningfully in invitation, she walked closer. Intentionally lingering longer than necessary in his personal space before fluidly getting into position on her back.

The barely there bra did nothing to save her from the cold of the bench against her mostly bare skin. Goosebumps rising, Sooyoung tilted her chin up towards her impromptu trainer hovering near her.

"Well show me what you've got Mr. Gym Rat," she prompted cheekily. 

His appreciative gaze flicked down to where her nipples had peeked almost visibly through the sweat-damp bra barely covering them. 

Clearing his throat, Y/N carefully guided her hands into position holding the loaded barbell now held above only inches from her breast . 

Sooyoung noticed how his fingers lingered, thumbs sweeping the inside of her wrists.

"Right uh, form is pretty important obviously..." Y/N started out slightly unevenly. As he began explaining proper technique, one large hand pressed unnecessarily against her toned stomach - supposedly to demonstrate using her core muscles.

"Make sense?" he asked, unconsciously stroking along her defined abs with his thumb distractedly. 

"Mmhmm..." Sooyong managed, hoping she didn't sound as breathless to his ears as her own thudding pulse. She chalked it up to a normal physiological reaction - an undeniably hot guy was freely running his big hands all over her pretty much naked skin. It had been awhile since she got this type of casual intimacy with her crazy schedule and long-term even busier relationship. 

Noticing her physical response, Y/N's lips curved slyly. He leaned down close, caging her under the heavy bench bar. "Why don't we start with a set, see how you handle it?" The intentionally lowered voice raised involuntary goosebumps on her skin,

Swallowing, Sooyoung tried focusing on proper breathing and form as she guided the weight smoothly down. But with him hovering so intimately close, she became hyper aware of every inch of bare skin exposed to the gym air and his wandering gaze. 

Each brush of his fingers igniting sparks over her nerves. 

Biceps burning from exertion, she carefully guided the barbell back into its holders. Breath coming shorter, she couldn't resist looking sideways up at him through her lashes. 

Heart kicking faster seeing pure lust in his hooded eyes. She should tell him to back off, that she wasn't some groupie to take advantage of. Should remind him she had a whole career, a boyfriend even - a goddamn celebrity boyfriend none the less. But the words died on her lips as his palm smoothed down her stomach again.

"I think you need another set baby..." 

The risky nickname from his mouth sent a new flood of wetness between her clenched thighs. Recklessly she arched up into his arm, just enough to make her stiff nipples touch across his wrist. His low hum is satisfying to her ears.

Maybe she could blame it on the adrenaline crash later she thought, Or the fact that she hasn’t gotten laid properly in weeks thanks to her and Jung Kyung-ho’s overlapping schedules . 

But right now, feeling so desired and drowning in endorphins was exactly what Sooyoung needed after endless brutal days of smiling through every nonsense using her idol-persona as a shield

So here and now, Sooyoung threw caution fully out the window. Grabbing a fistful of her Y/N’s sweaty shirt, she yanked him down insistently, crushing their mouths together. He responded immediately, large hand pulling too-roughly in her messy ponytail to angle her head for better access. 

She bit and pulled at his lower lip sharply. "What's your name anyway?" Sooyoung asked against his mouth, just realising she had no clue who this fan who felt so good pinning her down was,

"Y/N..." he managed, kissing wetly down her throat. Hearing the breathless need filling his voice sent another slob of wetness straight between her legs. 

"Hmm Y/N-yah..." Testing his name on her tongue earned a responding groan. His hands slid boldly up from her shaking stomach to cover her neglected tits, kneading roughly through the thin cloth of her sports bra. White burst behind Sooyoung's shut eyelids, back arching off the vinyl bench. 

"Oh fuck..." she moaned out. The vulgarness is a stark contrast from her idol act coming out unfiltered. 

Y/N’s dark chuckle against her hammering pulse made her inner muscles clench on nothing. 

"That's it baby, tell me what you want," he murmured , thick fingers tweaking her hard nipples for emphasis.  

"Ahh!" Sooyoung whimpered as the sensation went straight to her clit, hands flying down to roughly shove down the band of her leggings and underwear before she peeled her sweaty bra over her head. Tossing it carelessly to show her gorgeous bare tits with stiffen nipples. His pulse racing double time seeing literal fantasy material come to life right in front of him. "Holy fucking shit..."  Y/N mutters,  staring open-jawed,

"Like what you see?" Sooyoung purred, noting his stunned expression. Inching closer she took his shaky hands, guiding them onto her exposed tits. Hot soft skin filled his palms and Y/N groaned at finally living out countless fever dreams.

"Fuck yes... You're even sexier without clothes noona."

He tested their size and weight gently. Watching with wide crazed eyes as she bit her kiss-swollen lower lip on a moan when he thumbed over her nipples teasingly, properly now that her bra is off.

"Been wanting to get my hands on these perfect tits for years..." he rasped before ducking down to capture one of the brown peaks in his mouth.

"Oh god!" Sooyoung's shocked cry as he lavished attention on her breasts with lips, tongue and a hint of teeth. He smirked around a mouthful of her boobs.

"Sensitive here huh?" Tweaking her spit-slick nipple sharply in emphasis.

"Yes! Fuck..." Grinding against his thigh slotted between hers searchingly, Sooyoung fisted a hand almost too-tight in his hair. Urging him to give equal attention to her other needy tit.

The power rush left Y/N lightheaded. Never in a million years did he imagine his long-time celebrity crush would be practically humping his leg whining for more. He needed to be inside her like five minutes ago.

With urgency he flipped Sooyoung, bending her over the bench. Groaning reverently at the sight of her flawless bare ass and soaked panties.

"Fuck you have no idea how many times I've jerked off imagining this perfect ass up in the air for me." He emphasised the filthy words with a sharp open-palmed spank to one plump asscheek. Her answering moan urged him on. Gripping her slim hips bruisingly tight, he dragged his still covered dick along her slit.

"Please Y/N-aah... Want to feel you inside..." Hearing Korea's darling beg so prettily to be fucked sent Y/N into overdrive. With shaking hands he shoved down his boxers, dick springing free and almost smacking her ass. Groaning at the first glide of his angry red dick through slick soaked folds.

"Tell me how bad you need this cock baby..."  He asks as he teases them both - rubbing his swollen purple head along  her pussy but refusing to enter. 

Sooyoung whined, circling her hips urgently. "Please, feel so empty... Fuck me oppa!"

That was all the permission he needed. Tightening his hold on her hips,, Y/N thrust forward - plunging into her  incredibly tight velvet heat in one relentless slide. Balls slapping harshly against her clit. 

"Holy shit!" They both choked out. Frozen for a second, from just pure bliss

Then Y/N was fucking into her hard and fast - years of suppressed longing fueling his brutal pace. The lewd slick sound of their smacking flesh filled the empty gym. Her sharp cries urged him deeper.

Draped over her arched back, he slid a hand down her shaky stomach. Through the neat patch of pubes to circle her clit in firm strokes.

"Don't stop, please...I'm so fucking close!" Sooyoung whined, sharply circling her hips with his still imperceptibly swelling dick nestled deep inside her. Y/N starts fingering her clit in fast strokes, wanting to push her over the edge,

"Be a good girl and cum on oppa's cock," he rasped directly into her ear. Licking along the line of her throat when she tossed her head back, mewling.

"Oh god, fuck yes I'm cumming!" Sooyoung wailed, vision white as she orgasms hard - cunt spamming erratically around him. Milking every last drop of cum from his buried dick as she shook through endless waves of dizzying twitches.

Y/N fucked her slowly through the intense aftershocks until her limbs went limp, slumping forward. Soft puffs of breath hitting the bench under her flushed cheek. Holy hell she looked completely fucked out like this - hair, a wild mess, his release leaking steadily from her well used pussy.

Unable to resist, he carefully pulled out his sensitive dick free with a wet sound and her whimper, making him groan again as even more juices dripped freely down her soppy cunt in globs now coating her thighs. Gripping her ass cheeks, he spread them eagerly - her slick puffy folds still shaking, twitching.

Ducking down without hesitation, Y/N licked broadly up the entire crease. Tasting the salty-bitterness of her orgasm mixed with his semen.

"Ohhh fuck..." Sooyoung jerked, overstimulated nerves clearly on fire. But he just hummed directly against her, the vibrations making her squirm as he straightened his tongue. Spearing deep into her pussy to taste everything,

He gripped her hips again to hold her trembling body still, continuing to spear his tongue relentlessly into Sooyoung's oversensitive canal "Oh god, oh fuck!" Sooyoung whimpered and gasped as the intense sensations crashed over her overloaded nerves. The lewd, slick sounds of his sucking filling the empty gym.

Just when her thighs started really shaking from the stimulation, he finally let up. Pulling back to admire his handiwork once more with a satisfied groan.

But he isnt done with his bias yet,, he pressed two thick fingers back inside her velvet heat. Smirking when she jerked and whined at that light penetration.

"Mmm , you'll take a little more for your fan ,right?" He purred slyly even as she shuddered through another weak orgasm.

Not giving her a chance to recover, he quickly lined himself back up. Nudging just barely inside once more.

Sooyoung blinked sluggishly up at him, lips parted and slick with spit, eyes filled with tears even. "Ohhh f-fuck I can't..." Sooyoung whined, still shaking through the aftershocks. But despite her pleas she eagerly pushed her ass back for more of Y/N's thrusting fingers.

"Mmm yes you will," he growled. "Gonna make you cum all night..."

The lewd sound of his fingers pumping her soaked pussy echoed around the empty gym. Her broken whimpers urging him on.

"Oppa wants that sloppy cunt nice and wet before you take this dick again."

Adding a third finger, he twisted them until she bucked sharply - abusing her g-spot mercilessly. "Oh shit! Oh shit don't stop..." Sooyoung babbled, rocking her hips desperately to get those thick fingers deeper.

Y/N chuckled darkly at how needy she was for it already. His free hand cracked down hard on one jiggling ass cheek, making her yelp.

"Fuck yourself on oppa's fingers just like that. Let me see you cum again."

Arching sharply, Sooyoung braced her hands properly - shamelessly riding his thrusting fingers now. The lewd sound of her soaked pussy sucking them in greedily echoed with her pitched cries.

Right on the edge, Y/N suddenly ripped his hands away - ignoring her scream. Gripping her hips tight enough to bruise, he rammed balls-deep into her still-spasming cunt. Bottoming out so deep she saw stars.

"OH FUCK yesyesyes!" Sooyoung babbled mindlessly.

Y/N set a brutal pace instantly - their slick bodies slapping together loudly. Obscene squelching noises coming from where their juices dripped down her trembling inner thighs.

"Yeah? Oppa's cock feels good pounding this tight pussy?" He rasped filthily against her ear. Her constant and almost musical 'ah-ah-ah's with every deep thrust said it all.

Flipping her easily onto her back not the nth time, Y/N hooked one slim leg over his shoulder - driving himself impossibly deeper. Loud smack of balls against her ass echoing.

Sooyoung's next orgasm crashed through her violently - back bowing off the bench as she wailed his name. Cunt spasming erratically, trying to milk his cock.

Not nearly done with her, Y/N manhandled her limp body into his lap , as he sat down on the gym’s vinyl flooring next - spearing up into her dripping hole once more. Sharp cries ringing out as he bounced her roughly on his dick by the hips.

"Yes yes fuck! Shit I can't..." Sooyoung babbled, still cum drunk and now full on crying. But her petite yet tall  body continued riding him eagerly. Tits jiggling wildly with the force of it.

Reaching around, Y/N's thick fingers found her throbbing clit again. Rubbing messy circles as she squeezed almost painfully a fourth time. Her rhythmic contractions pushed him closer to the edge too.

But he still wasn't done using her gorgeous body yet.

Pulling out abruptly mid-orgasm, he smirked at her wrecked wail. Manhandling her to knees, he fisted himself rapidly - aimed right at her sweat-slick back curved so beautifully before him.

"Look so fucking good on your knees noona... Now tell oppa what you need," he gritted out, squeezing the life out of his own dick,

Whining and grinding her ass back desperately, Sooyoung glanced over one shoulder. Eyes glazed and burned into his.

"P-please...want you to cum all over me oppa," she begged prettily, pink tongue swiping across her swollen bottom lip. "Mark me as yours..."

"Fuck!" Y/N roared, fist flying rapidly over his slick dick. Her nasty plea instantly triggered his release. He painted her back and ass cheeks in endless ropes of white hot semen - marking SNSD's lead dancer Sooyoung as claimed, way more claimed then her man could ever mark her.

Chests heaving, he eventually tugged her fucked-out body upright against him. She mewled weakly feeling their mixed cum and her juices now dripping freely out of her loose fucked out vagina and down her thighs and his.

"Let's get you cleaned up hm?"

Scooping her up easily, Y/N carried his pliant bias towards the locker room showers....... [A/N: lol pt2 coming out soon , i might finally surpass 5 if not 7k words, it'll be a personal milestone, took down the previous one cause i noticed typos and added bs, i didnt spellcheck it or even read through it prior to posting like an idiot, anyway req: @snsdyb]

[lovesuhng]

Thanks, neighbor. - Lee Jeno

couple: jeno x fem!reader genre: fluff; neighbors to ? synopsis: your neighbor helps you in an unpleasant situation, and you gain a new friend (or maybe something more). warning: the protagonist is pursued by a strange guy, so it may trigger some discomfort.

Why did these classes have to end so late?

Returning to your apartment late at night after a tiring day was horrible, especially along the path you had to take to get home as quickly as possible. A section of it was poorly lit, and you had heard stories of robberies and even worse things happening in that area.

On that night, as usual, you were passing through that area normally, as you always did, when you heard footsteps, as if someone was following you. Glancing back, you saw a man with hands in his coat pockets, wearing a cap and a mask. All you could do was grip the straps of your backpack and walk even faster, as there was no way to change your route. Because the man was taller, he could take larger steps, getting closer to you. Panic set in; sweat formed on your forehead, and an overwhelming urge to cry emerged because you were sure something bad was about to happen. The man was getting closer and closer until you heard someone calling you. Both you and the man stopped, he was a bit behind, realizing the voice's owner was running towards you.

"My love, I was looking for you," he said. At first, you were puzzled, but you soon recognized him. Jeno, your next-door neighbor. You had exchanged only a few words with him. "Didn't I tell you to wait for me? I hate it when you go out alone," he said while holding your shoulders, making you look into his eyes. You were so bewildered that it took a while to realize what he was doing. Suddenly, he looked at the guy following you and said, "Did you lose something? If I see you following my girlfriend or any other woman, I swear I won't hesitate to take you down." Even you were frightened by the way Jeno spoke to the man, who just stared at him in shock. Jeno hugged you and escorted you away, finally taking you to a brighter and safer place away from that man.

"Are you okay?" Jeno asked softly as you walked toward the building where you both lived, still embraced. You were very tense, unsure if it was because of what had just happened or the fact that you were still in your neighbor's arms.

"I think so. Um... I think we're far enough away from him now," you said as a signal that he could let you go. Jeno gave a shy smile and apologized. You were already in the building, in front of your respective apartments. "Thank you for helping me."

"No need to thank me... but, aren't you afraid to walk around there alone?"

"Well, I'm scared, but I don't have another option."

"So, anything, just call me, and I'll accompany you. I'm always around there," the man in front of you, even though embarrassed, said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

"You don't have to bother, Jeno."

"But it's no bother. Give me your number and when I'm nearby, I'll let you know." You exchanged numbers, and you kept insisting he didn't have to do that, but he didn't mind.

"It seems I have a very persistent neighbor. Okay, but know that I'll do something to repay you."

"And I will wait for it."

In the following days, your messages with Jeno became more frequent, as did your meetings and conversations about various things, such as your love for romantic comedy, how many hours a day Jeno spent playing Overwatch in his room and the small arguments about whether Jeno should get a shoulder tattoo. It was clear that, aside from being neighbors, you were becoming good friends.

Weeks after the incident, you decided to make brownies as a thank-you gesture. After the huge mess you had made and despite being a bit disheveled, you went to the apartment across from yours. You rang the doorbell several times since Jeno was taking a while to open and you waited a bit more after hearing a "coming." For some reason, you were nervous, pacing back and forth, fearing he wouldn't like the brownies you had made. You stopped when you saw the door opening, facing Jeno wearing black sweatpants, wet hair, and no shirt – clearly, he had just taken a shower. Water droplets ran along the defined abs, and the veins seemed to decorate the muscular arms of the man. The little smile with almost disappearing eyes contrasted with the sculpted body your neighbor hid by always wearing loose clothes.

"Uh, hi. I made brownies and thought it would be a good idea to bring some for you," you finally said, avoiding looking at your neighbor's body and focusing on something unimportant inside his apartment.

"Oh, really? You didn't have to."

"Yes, I did. Let's say it's a gift for helping me that day."

"Are you okay? You seem a bit pale." Jeno approached a bit to see how you were since you seemed very nervous, but he stopped as soon as you pushed the brownie container into his chest.

"I'm fine! Great! I've never been better. Now, I have to go," you said and turned to go towards your apartment.

"Wait! Don't you want to eat with me?" You closed your eyes, not understanding why you were so affected by seeing your newest friend like that. You turned slowly and saw the pleading look Jeno was giving. "These brownies will go perfectly with the cream ice cream I bought this morning." Jeno gave a little smile that melted your heart inside your chest. You couldn't deny his request.

"So, let me just grab the hot chocolate fudge and leave this apron there." Before entering your apartment, you said, "Oh, and put on a shirt, please. Thank you."

Minutes later, with Jeno properly dressed, you were in his apartment, organizing things to eat the brownies.

"The first positive point: I'm able to cut, so that means you got the texture right," you slapped the boy's shoulder, who laughed at the indignant look you gave. After tasting the first piece, Jeno widened his eyes. "This is the best brownie I've ever had in my entire life."

"I told you I'm a great cook!" "But you never told me that..."

"But now you know. I'm glad you liked it! Just don't get used to it because I won't be bringing them often to avoid disrupting your diet."

"I don't diet."

"No? And this?" You pointed to the boy's body, which you had seen earlier and regretted immediately, as Jeno seemed very confused by what you had said (and a little embarrassed). "Sorry, I shouldn't have commented on that."

"It's okay. That means you liked what you saw," it was your turn to widen the eyes and draw more laughs from the boy. You filled your spoon with another bite of brownie and ice cream and put it in Jeno's mouth.

"You better keep eating. You being silent is a poet."

When they finished eating, amidst many laughs and lame jokes, you saw that Jeno's mouth was dirty with chocolate sauce. "Wait, Jeno, there's something dirty on your mouth." So, you simply wiped the corner of the boy's mouth, who could swear he held his breath because of the sudden touch and how close you were to him. You didn't know when you started a contest to see who broke the eye contact first, you just knew your heart started beating much faster as you analyzed your neighbor's perfect features. The intense eye contact only broke when you felt Jeno's lips on yours, in a quick but sweet kiss, after all, it still tasted like chocolate and had a slight chill from the ice cream.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"No need to apologize, Jeno. I... liked it," you said shyly but it brought a huge smile to Jeno's face.

"So, how about I forget these brownies and ask for something else as your apology attempt?"

Even a bit nervous, you nodded, asking him to continue.

"A date. You and me on a date to show how much I like you."

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm," you made a face, as if seriously considering the request. "All right, but only if you give me a better kiss than this one."

"So, I'll be counting the seconds until our first date."

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

The Taming of Man: chapter three - Dragon Shifting!Katsuki Bakugou x F!reader

I'm pretty sure I'm starting to burn out a little, so while these chapters are only a couple days a part, the next ones might have a bigger gap. Still loving this so far, the plot is plotting, and I hope you love it too!

This is incredibly based on the song The Willow Maid by Erutan, I highly recommend giving it a listen for the best experience.

Warnings: Cursing, reader is She/Her and will be AFAB in later chapters, Shirtless Katsuki, hints at a toxic relationship between reader and her mother, slight misogyny

Words: 2,513

The walk home was different than the walk back for Katsuki. First of all, it was nightfall, so he had to rely on his limited, albeit better than human, night vision.

Leaving Nebel was easy enough, all he had to do was walk in any direction and it seemed to teleport him right to the border between it and Leben, which was a lot quieter than before.

Schatz wasn't so glittery in the moonlight as the sunlight, making it easier to ignore (Despite his stupid lizard brain wanting nothing more than to build the shiniest nest), and no animals seemed to live in it, meaning less danger.

Eisen was a little taxing, because he had to climb up the sturdy and unmoving orange trees, walk on it's branches above, and then climb back down, but at least it didn't feel so eerie and liminal as the last three.

And lastly, there was Böse, the forest he knew well, as alive and bitter as ever. Home. He made his way past the clusters of Portobello mushrooms and thickets of thistles (the one he beat still withered on the ground), over the Acrimony tree roots, and around the rocks covered in Magma Moss. He could see the exit, the clearing of trees, leading to the back of his Palace.

He knew everyone would probably be asleep, or at least resting in bed, so as he made his way through the courtyard and to the royal kitchen door he tried his best not to raise any red flags. He crept through the halls, climbing lengths of stairs all the way to his chambers. He walked past his study, stopped at the bathroom to piss and replace his substitute shirt bandages with actual gauze, crept into his bedroom, and quietly shut the door behind him.

His room was dark and warm, if that made sense, his bedframe made of rich oak, his linen sheets parylene red, his shelves lined with books, a mirror framed in gold hanging above his mahogany desk, and the entire area being lit by yellow flames resting on candles. He sighed with relief, glad he didn't wake anyone who might have questions. Since he told everyone he was going camping, he'd have to explain why he was back so soon.

"Dude, why do you smell weird?"

Katsuki jumped, spinning around to see his personal servant Kirishima standing in his room preparing his clothes for the next day. Katsuki huffed and shook his head, gritting his teeth. "None of your damn business..." he grumbled, beginning to undress. Kirishima grabbed him his pajamas, which he changed into without another word. "Weren't you supposed to be camping," he asks, to which Katsuki borderline shouts, "Weren't you supposed to be minding your damn business?"

Kiri just laughs a little and finishes with Katsuki's clothes, coming over and patting his shoulder. "Fine, don't tell me, but I know a pretty girl when I smell one" he taunts, singsonging "Pretty girl" and making his way to the door. Katsuki tensed, his teeth gritting a little. "What the hell are you talking about," he mutters, trying not to give away the fact that he was right.

Ejiro turns around, an amused grin on his face. "Last I checked, honey and roses aren't a part of your natural scent," he laughs. Katsuki pursed his lips, face turning red and eye twitching a little. "...Don't you have more important things to do," he barked, evading the situation with all the grace of an elephant in skates.

Ejiro sighed, shaking his head with a smile and leaving. Katsuki relaxed a little once he left, settling into bed and getting ready to sleep. Damn it...he did smell like honey and roses. It was probably that stupid hug she gave him, all soft and close and relaxing...

He pushed his face into his red silk pillow, groaning loudly into it and squeezing his eyes shut.

Going home for you was easy, all you had to do was grab your things, go through the portal, and walk through the forest until you reached the palace. It was late, but not as late as it could have been, so you had to pay closer attention to the little rocks and roots that might trip you, even if they always seemed to move out of the way.

you knew from first glance that everyone was settling in, the courtyard lacking the busy and energetic sounds it usually had, and so you felt safe enough to climb back up the wall and waltz in to the palace like nothing happened.

"Where have you been," Ururaka whisper-shouted, standing in the middle of the courtyard and apparently looking for you. She had her hands on her hips, her brows creased as she stared you down sternly. "..." you turned around, moving to climb back up the wall. "Get over here," she ordered, making you wonder who the servant really was here, and you begrudgingly obliged. "You're lucky you got back when you did, your mother is looking for you! Do you realize how long you've "Been in the bath?" A very long time, (Y/n)!" You smiled, giggling a little as Ochako led you to your chambers and helped you strip to put on your pajamas. "What," she whined, clearly this who thing stressed her out. "You lied for me," you said blithely, putting your arms up as she slipped the silk nightdress over your head. Ururaka was silent for a moment, before relaxing a bit. "Well, yeah, what was I supposed to do? Now come on!" She yanked you out of your bedroom, the two of you dashing to the throne room to meet with your mother. You both slowed once you neared it, walking gracefully in and curtsying at where your mother sat on the center throne. She looked just like you, or rather you looked like her, with the same hair color and eye shape, the same grace surrounding you turned to regality surrounding her.

She glided down to you, taking you by the arm and beginning to walk you away from your maid and to the gardens. "is...something the matter," you asked, hiding your fear of the fact that she might have found out about your near-daily escapades to the other realm. The two of you stepped out, now walking among the rows and rows of roses in all colors. You loved these roses, how elegant they were, you even had them made into perfume, along with some sweet fruit blossoms that grew locally in the gardens.

"Not at all...actually, I have something to run by you."

Crap. When she wanted to "run something by you," she really just meant that she would tell you something, and then you'd agree. "What is it," you asked brightly, hoping not to let on that you in fact were not enthusiastic about this. "Well, you're getting to the age where...you see, when I was twenty I already had you and..." she was struggling to put things lightly for you, so she just came out with it. "Some suitors are coming by this week to...chat with you." Double crap. A suitor? Wasn't all this a little early? You supposed they must be eager, after all your kingdom was the only kingdom around. Any man put before you would be a grand duke at best, and the way things worked in your country, he would be brought up to be prince instead of you being brought down to be duchess.

"Lovely," you sighed, smiling at your mother to show how "happy" you were. She smiled back, taking your face in her hands and kissing your forehead. "My perfect princess...you always do the right thing," she said contentedly. "Yep..." you responded, nodding. what were you going to do?

"I think you'll find my manor to be quite satisfying to your needs, princess, although of course we have no female wait staff, so we may need to blah blah blah blah bladi blah..."

You smiled and nodded along, listening to a sales pitch as to who you should sleep with for the rest of your life. This was going to be a rough week. You might have responded, if the corset around your waist weren't so breathtaking. You remember being squeezed in to it, Ochako's foot on the wall you faced for support as she pulled the laces tightly.

You didn't mind the dress, a soft pink and cream colored gown with floral lace detailing and pink heels to match, your hair fixed in yet another bun, but it was uncomfortable as hell. Besides, you had plans! Your basket was currently sitting in your room on the vanity, containing the health elixir you would give to Katsuki. It was stupidly easy to make, using few and abundant ingredients, the hardest part being sneaking into the palace Enchantment Room and waiting for it to brew.

All that was left to go and give it to him, you'd finally be able to learn about the world beyond your realm! It'd be great, you could just feel- oh shit, wait, this guy's walking up to you now.

He took your hand and kissed it, looking up at you flirtatiously. You smiled with all the grace you could muster, taking your hand away as quickly as possible without alarming suspicion. "well, this was lovely, but I must go..." you looked over at Ururaka, who screamed "don't you dare," with her eyes, before looking back at the man and continuing to smile. "and attend to womanly things." He just nodded absent mindedly, it was the perfect trump card over any ignorant man, and watched as you stood and walked off to your chambers, practically gliding. The second you were up the first flight of stairs, you kicked off your heels and booked it to your room. No way in hell you'd be late, even if you didn't necessarily plan a time you knew this was an hour or two past when you left yesterday, and therefore around the time Katsuki would be there.

You had no time to change, so you just grabbed your basket, double checked for the potion, and began to run out the door. You slid to a stop though, pausing for a second. Quickly, you grabbed a little piece of paper, a pen, and quickly scribbled. "In the forest, don't wait up!" You didn't want Ururaka to worry.

You ran back out, out the window, up the wall, through the forest, to the creek, and into the water. You swam up, tossing your basket out first, and then hoisting yourself up. Once again, you were immediately dry, and you breathed in the fresh air of the ever-alive forest.

Looking around, you noticed Katsuki wasn't here yet, so you just took a seat on the stump. Bored for the first time ever in this place, knowing you could be interacting with a real life Dragonborne, you began singing. It was the same song you always sang, the song your countrymen knew so well. You never stopped singing, even when you ended the song, something inside you just compelled you to do it.

After about 10 minutes, Katsuki pushed his way through the brush, this time wearing a shirt and carrying a satchel. You turned to him with a smile, waving at him from your seat. "Heyyy Katsuki! I brought you the potion!" Katsuki made his way over, sitting down beside you. "Why're you so excited, 's not like we're doing anything fun," he huffed. You laughed a little, taking out the bottle out of your basket. It was cylindrical and sealed with a cork, the liquid inside golden and glittering in the sun.

"Oh but we are, you don't know how much I've been looking forward to this." You were that excited? For some reason, he found that a little endearing. He knew you weren't excited to spend time with him specifically, anyone could have walked through and you surely would have been equally happy, but it still did something to his cold little heart.

"whatever...So how does this thing work?" He took the bottle from you, surprisingly gentle, his calloused and scarred hands grazing yours. The sensation on your hand lingered a little, making your heart beat just a little faster. Why did he make you feel like this? He was rude at best, and yet something about his brutish nature made your cheeks heat.

"Well, you apply it to whatever wound you want, unless you're healing a sickness, then you drink it." You took the bottle back and popped open the top, the thick scent of vanilla and mint pouring out. His nose wrinkled at the strength a little, which was adorable, and wordlessly took his shirt off. He planned on putting it on those thistle punctures, and he needed to have his shirt off to do that.

"Do you always do that," you asked with amusement, this being the second time you've seen him shirtless and the second time you've seen him period. "Shut up," he grumbled, tossing his shirt aside. "Yeah yeah, what are you gonna use it for?"

Katsuki sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes to you. "What do you think? Look at my arm," he scoffed. It was true, the little holes were pretty gross looking, so you shrugged. "Well, hold still, it might sting," You said, to which he replied, "huh," before you applied it to his wounds with your fingers. "Hey," he barked out, pulling away from you. You frowned, pulling back ever so slightly.

"Relax, Ok? It's not gonna kill you," you said, gently coaxing him with your voice. He stared at you hesitantly, before sitting in a little closer and holding still. You smiled at him and got a little more of the potion on your fingers, gently rubbing it in to each of his wounds. He was wincing a little, so little you could hardly notice, but the punctures disappeared almost immediately as you healed him.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You corked the bottle, putting it back in your basket. "Shut up! I was just surprised, because... because your hands are so damn cold!" He was clearly making that up, the sting definitely startled him a little. "ok, I get it, you're super strong and tough, now what are you teaching me today?"

"Just shut up already...and you're learning about the countries today." He opened his satchel, pulling out a rolled up map. There was one big circular mass in the center of it, with scraggly lines separating the borders inside it. There were perfect rings surrounding the very center, each one labeled with the names of the forest rings. You could see where he scribbled the words, "YOU ARE HERE," with an arrow pointing to the very center ring.

"Wow," you whispered, the way your eyes lit up tugged at Katsuki's heart strings. You really found this interesting, didn't you? He was silent for a moment, staring at your side profile, before quickly getting a grip.

"Right, So this is the Atlantic ocean..."

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Jolyne's Teacher Pt. 1 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Masterlist | Chapter 2- Panic

Small Summary: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class. You thought most of the teacher reports regarding Jolyne were lies or jokes but they turned out to be true. Jolyne likes to do things on her own even showing up to the schools annual Open house by herself. Seeing as she was by herself you take back to her house and meet Mr Cujoh for the first time. You and Mr. Cujoh seem to hit if off after a few months of talking… but you can't help but notice some bizarre things keep happening around the Cujoh's

Small mentions: SPOILERS, Jotaro gets divorced sooner then what is stated in manga

Chapter 1- Open House

A new school year had just begun which means new students and new names to learn. We had a meeting on Friday since school starts again on Monday. "Did you get Malcolm Sanchez this year?" A lot of the teachers were asking who they got this year and how lucky they were that they didn't have so and so students. I normally keep to myself when it comes to that talk, but, "Hey Y/n did you get Jolyne Cujoh this year? I had her for second grade."

"I do, why?" A few teachers that were listening chuckled and laughed, "Jolyne is quite the hand full."

"Be careful with her."

"I heard she starts fights with other kids for no reason."

They started to gossip about her and her family, "The father is a good for nothing husband that's why his wife left him-" I decided to walk out and not listen to them. You never know a family's circumstances so you can't judge them so quickly. If Jolyne is the type to do those things then it might be for a reason.

**A month later**

"And that is how you divide..." I turned around to look at the rest of the class, "Any questions?" A few students raised their hands, and I called out to them and answered their questions. I'm a third-grade teacher for room 203, "I'll be doing separate tutoring at the table in the back tomorrow if any of you are still having trouble with math. The bell is about to ring. Please make sure to pack all of your things away and take your math packet with you today so you can practice at home."

They all got up from their seats and grabbed their belongings from the cubbies, "Ah I almost forgot. Alright, class listen up." I clapped my hands to get their attention, "Remember today is Open house at 6 pm at the school. It's a chance for your parent to meet your new teacher. When you come to the school go through the main office and then come to my classroom. I can't wait to see you all later tonight." The bell finally rang, "Have a great rest of your day class! Those of you who are taking the bus can go and those that are getting picked up, stand in line in front of the door and wait for me."

I noticed one of my students Jolyne Cujoh looked upset as she stood in line she was in the back of the line. "Morgan start opening the door! Jolyne is something wrong?"

"I can't come to the open House today... my dad is busy working." She looked upset about not being able to go. I locked the door to the classroom. "It's okay if you're not able to come... Trust me nothing special ever happens at an open house." I chuckled, "I know but... you're one of the best teachers I've had so far and I want to be there today."

"Okay... well, do you have any other realities that can take you?... What about your mom or grandparents?" I looked at Jolyne who was looking down at the ground as we walked to the car pick area. She went quiet, did I ask the wrong question? "My grandparents live in Japan and New York, plus... my mom and dad aren't together anymore." Shit, what do I say now? "I'm sorry to hear that Jolyne... Well, maybe Annie's parents can take you tonight. You two live near each other so maybe you could go together." Jolyne lit up at the idea I gave her.

"I'll go ask her parents! Thank you Ms. L/N." She waved goodbye and entered the car with Annie I waved back to them and made my way to my car.

I forgot the other teachers had spoken about Jolyne's parents being separated due to the father working so much that he doesn't have time for them. But instead of taking Jolyne with her, she left Jolyne with her father, and he doesn't have time a lot of time to spend with her. I feel bad for her she probably spends most of her time alone at home or at a friend's house. Poor Jolyne.

I went home changed my cloth and got ready for the meeting. As I arrived at the school I saw someone sitting in front of the classroom door, "Jolyne, what are you doing here? Where's your father?" She was sitting alone, "He couldn't come he got stuck at work."

"Did Annie's parents take you here?" Please tell me they did! "No... I came here by myself." I blinked a few times trying to understand the situation at hand, on the inside I was screaming and panicking. A child walked alone to school and probably no one knows where she is... great... and its raining to it off... just what I needed to start the open house, "Okay, Jolyne I want you to stay by my side for the night. If anyone offers to take you home you tell them no, okay?" She nodded, "Good, let's go inside the others should be coming soon."

As the other students and parents entered the room I kept calling Mr. Cujoh's number, but no answer. I'll have to leave a voice mail since it's already six pm and I need to start the meeting, "Hello Mr. Cujoh this is Y/N L/N I'm Jolyne's Third-grade teacher. It appears Jolyne had made her way to the school to open house. She is here with me in the classroom at the moment. When you can please call back at this number." I hung up taking a deep breath, hopefully, he gets back to me soon. "Welcome to today's open house, I'm Ms. L/n, it's nice to meet you all..."

After speaking and presenting myself to the parents, I made sure Jolyne stayed within eyesight she sat at her desk and was drawing while I talked to some parents and answered any of their questions. Some of the parents gave me their contact information and then left. Now it was just me and Jolyne in the class. "Jolyne, this is your father's phone number, correct?" I showed her the phone number, "Yeah, that's his number." I might have to drive her home if no one calls or comes within the next ten minutes. Luckily I live nearby so it's not much of a hassle.

I called his number again, "Hello Mr. Cujoh, It's Y/N L/N Jolyne's teacher again. The open house is over and I can't stay any longer in the school since the main office is closing soon. I'll be taking Jolyne home, hopefully, we can talk by then, See you soon." I was about to hang up when Jolyne took the phone from my hand, "Jolyne!" She started laughing, "I'm okay dad, Ms. L/n is really nice and she'll make sure I get home safely! Bye, dad! He's gonna be so mad when I get home!" I chuckled taking the phone from her and hanging up. "Alright, let's go to your house."

Pulling up to the driveway there was a car that was parked, that must be Mr. Cujoh's car. We both got out and walked to the front door. I held an umbrella covering us both. I felt something touch my hand, it was Jolyne she held onto my hand as footsteps can be heard from inside. The door swung up and a tall man stood in front wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck, his hair looked a bit messy, "What is it?" His voice sound upset and angry, he looked so intimidating that I didn't know what to say to him. Our eyes meet causing me to flinch and look at Jolyne, "Jolyne!" He bent down hugging Jolyne in his arm and then let go. "Where have you been?! Do you have any idea what time it is?!" He took a deep breath, "Go to your room, we'll talk later."

Jolyne waved goodbye as she walked in. Her father watched as she left us alone. "Thank you for bringing her here... Ms..."

"L/n, Y/n L/N. It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Cujoh I'm Jolyne's teacher. She came to the school's open house today." His eyes widen, "I'm so sorry about that... please come inside it's raining you could get sick." He moved to the side allowing me to enter, "Thank you." I walked into his house, he closed the door. Taking a look around there were quite a few pictures of Mr. Cujoh and marine animals. "I'll have to repay you for today. I'm so sorry for all of this." I could tell he felt embarrassed by this even though the tone of his voice says otherwise. "It's fine... It's actually the first time I've ever had a student do that. It's sweet seeing a student to support their teacher." I smiled to myself as I followed behind him.

"Still, I can't thank you enough. Jolyne... She's very special... to me." As we walked in there were a few pictures of him when he was younger with a group of friends and pictures with Jolyne. "Here," I was busy looking at the pictures in the house that I didn't notice we were in his office room. I looked down at his hands he had two twenty-dollar bills. "This is for gas money and as a thanks." I lightly pushed his hand away, he looked at me confused, "Don't worry about it Mr. Cujoh. I live near the area so it was no trouble at all." He put the money away.

"Well do you drink? I can take you out for drinks this weekend if you'd like." Is he asking me out?... No, he's just being nice. "I'm not much of a drinker... how about some coffee, I know this nice coffee place nearby. We can meet there on Saturday morning."

"Yeah, sure. I'll pay for your coffee then. Maybe you could tell about how Jolyne is doing in class." I smiled at him, "Yeah, defiantly." He cleared his throat, "It's getting late you should be heading home, I bet your partner is worried about you." I showed him my hands, "I'm not married... Divorced."

"Sorry, I didn-" I cut him off, "Don't worry about it. Anyway, let me give you my personal number. The number I was calling you with before is actually my work number." He gave me a pen and paper, and I began writing my number and name down. "Call me on Friday night so we can make plans for the time we'll meet."

"I'll call you Friday then." We walked over to the door, "Were you calling my phone before?" I was about to leave, "I did but you didn't answer." He sighed, "My phone ran out of battery, and star... Never mind. I'll see you on Saturday then." He opened the door for me, "Drive carefully and get home safely."

"Will do. Bye, Mr. Cujoh." We said our goodbye and I headed home. If today's event I just wanted to sleep it off.

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Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 4: Am I Dreaming?

© thewidowsledger 2023 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairing: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Reader

Warnings: Mentions of scars, details of weapons

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"Hey, you're not going aren't you?" Bucky asked, knocking on Natasha's open office door.

She signaled him to come in, "I will, actually."

"For real?" Bucky asked not believing Natasha's word.

"Hm." Natasha smirked at his amusement, she stood and took her bag and keys.

"Finally…" Bucky said with a firm yet gentle tone, "That's nice, Nat."

"Yeah, so drive me home. I'm going to crash some shit tonight." Natasha chuckled, throwing her car key to him.

Bucky was quick to catch it, he let out a loud laugh and pointed the key towards Natasha, "You don't mean that."

Natasha doesn't need big preparations for the event but she realized the need to retire to her sanctuary, her own private space where she could gather her thoughts and mentally prepare on what possible things she would encounter later. Well, she just hopes that she would not smell any disgust.

Bucky led Natasha towards the sleek, black luxury car waiting outside. "After you, boss." Bucky playfully opened the door for Natasha.

Natasha rolled her eyes on him and chuckled, "Quit it Barnes."

As they settled into the comfortable leather seats, the engine purred to life, its gentle hum soothing to Natasha's senses. Bucky watched her through the rearview mirror of the car, deep in her thoughts.

As they arrived at Natasha's residence, a luxurious mansion secluded behind the city, she thanked Bucky for his unwavering support and words of wisdom.

"You could be a therapist you know." Natasha clutched her bag and some papers as she made her way out to the car.

"You think?" Bucky chuckled at the idea coming out of her.

"Yeah, thanks for the lift and the words of wisdom." Natasha playfully rolled her eyes when she said 'words of wisdom.'

"For the lift? Hey, this is your car Nat, I'll return this to the compound right after while you on the other hand will have fun tonight, 'kay?" Bucky tried to command Natasha intimidatingly but she was already walking towards her front porch.

"We'll see that." Natasha muttered to herself.

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The dimly lit corridors echoed with the sounds of her footsteps as she ascended towards her bedroom.

She buried herself in her queen-sized bed, her face thrown deep to the pillows. Her tiredness slowly seduced her. She grunted when she realized she needed to prepare. What she was thinking right now is, she needs everything to be over as quickly as possible so she could let sleep seduce her after.

"Everything will be over tonight…" Natasha muttered to herself as she slowly sat in her bed.

She made her way to her personal wardrobe area. Her gaze swept over the array of tailored suits that hung neatly in her walk-in closet, each garment meticulously selected to convey authority and sophistication. After a few moments of contemplation, Natasha's fingers deftly picked out a sleek, charcoal gray suit.

With the suit chosen, Natasha moved on to the finer details. She carefully selected a crisp white polo shirt, meticulously folded and she opened her drawer full of personalized cufflinks in it. She took the one with a carved Widow sign on it.

Satisfied with her choices, Natasha proceeded to the bathroom. Natasha stood before a big vanity mirror, assessing her reflection with a discerning eye. She took her robe out, her eyes traveled down her shoulders, her gaze lingered on the patterns etched into her skin for a few minutes. She gently caressed her skin; the tattoos carefully chosen to shield and hide her scars. Natasha dropped her head and put both of her hands to the countertop of the bathroom.

"I don't want this 'Pa, nasha rodoslovnaya - proklyatiye!" (our bloodline is a curse!)

Natasha shook her head and blinked her tears back, she doesn't have any time for this.

She immediately dressed herself, each garment fitting her form with tailored precision. She unbuttoned a few buttons of her polo and straightened her collar.

"Something's missing." She muttered to herself as she looked at herself in the mirror again.

She made her way to one specific room, lined with shelves of varying heights, stood Natasha's personal arsenal. The air was heavy with the scent of metal and oil. Each shelf held an array of weapons, meticulously organized and maintained.

Natasha approached the cabinet, her fingers gliding across the polished surfaces as she made her selection. Her trained eyes scanned the rows of firearms, blades, and other tools of her trade… some of them were actually stolen.

She carefully chose the weapons that would accompany her tonight, her hand grazed the smooth grip of a personalized compact pistol. She loaded it with some personalized bullet that has a clean-carved Widow symbol in it. She quickly turned and aimed the mirror behind her as if she was going to shoot someone, she eyed herself in the mirror while holding the pistol.

Natasha smirked and pecked a kiss through the barrel of the gun.

"You're coming with Daddy, baby."

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The engine purred to life as Natasha slid into the driver's seat, her hands gripping the leather-wrapped steering wheel. The sleek black car responded to her touch, obediently gliding through the busy city streets.

The city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors as Natasha deftly maneuvered through the traffic. As she navigated the bustling streets, Natasha's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, briefly catching a glimpse of her own reflection. The dimly lit car interior accentuated the intensity in her eyes.

"Our blood will keep you alive, Natalia."

Natasha was once again lost in her thoughts, she gripped the steering wheel tightly as if she's going to break it. She took a few breaths trying to keep herself calm and composed. The rhythmic hum of the engine provided a steady backdrop to her thoughts. Natasha's mind raced as she drove her way.

As the car glided to a stop in front of the club's entrance, Natasha took a moment to compose herself. Adjusting her attire and ensuring her weapon remained discreetly concealed, she stepped out of the vehicle, radiating a commanding presence.

The bouncers at the entrance instinctively recognized her, parting the way with respect and wariness. Natasha strode through the threshold, the ambient sounds of music and conversation enveloping her. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable energy that charged the atmosphere.

Her heels clicked against the polished floors as she made her way through the place, with each step, Natasha exuded a sense of authority, her presence demanding attention and respect.

"There she is…" Rumlow called, which Natasha quickly heard.

"Wow, no girls sucking your dick. That's new." Natasha mockingly retorted.

"Well, that's for later," Rumlow whispered to her, "And one of my girls really likes you, I'll let you have her. Consider her a gift for being here." He playfully winked.

Natasha raised her brows at him, considering his offer. "We'll see, if I like her then I will have her."

"That's the heiress I know!" Rumlow exclaimed in victory. His laughter unified with the loud music of the club. Natasha just rolled her eyes on him. "Well, this way. If you wanna sit with us." Rumlow gestured his seat along with Zemo and Sharon.

Natasha scanned the room, and felt some familiar presence she didn't like, presence that disgusts her, and if being honest she didn't like most of the people here.

"The twins aren't here, I know." Sharon spoke as she watched Natasha sat across from her.

"What twins?" Natasha asked, glancing at Sharon with curiosity.

"The Evil Twins, the Maximoff's." Rumlow huffed, with a disgust in his tone.

"From what I've heard the twins went back to Sokovia for some business matters and they will fly back here this week." Zemo informed, glancing at the three of them.

"Oh, the brats. I'm not looking for them, I haven't even met those assholes yet and I have no interest considering the things I've heard about them." Natasha explained, maybe Sharon keenly observed how Natasha scanned the whole club and thought she was looking for the twins.

"Brats yeah, Valky said they would rent this place for a week or so just for the girls that work here." Sharon looked over at Natasha.

Natasha met her gaze and glanced around the club, "I could buy this place." She muttered to herself but enough for everyone to hear.

"Sheesh!" Sharon exclaimed cheekily. "That's the damn heiress!" Rumlow commented, raising his drink towards Natasha. And Zemo held his hands up in a mocking defeat. Natasha just rolled her eyes on them.

"The younger twin was the biggest patron of the Red Room," Rumlow suddenly opened up, he eyed them carefully, "The last thing I heard about them was when the older one bought a girl from the Red Room's bidding as a gift, and after a few days the girl is nowhere to be found. Poor girl, and that…" Rumlow groaned, he was lost in his thoughts, "Was the last time I wanted to hear anything about those fucking twins." There was a hint of sadness in his eyes and bitterness as he spat the words.

"Fuckers," he once again muttered. Rumlow may be a mob who sleeps around a lot but he cares for his girls.

"The Red Room…" Natasha leaned back to her seat and crossed her legs, not comfortable about the topic, "It's still around?"

"Not anymore." Sharon pointed to Natasha before taking her shot.

Natasha let out a sigh and nodded.

Natasha is only associated with a few organizations and mobs, only those she could trust. Starting with Rumlow also known as the Crossbones, Natasha's link in trading different kinds of firearms. Zemo, masked as The One, responsible for producing any kind of explosives. And Sharon, the Power Broker that gives her access to government secrets, prototypes and weapons whenever she needs to.

Natasha's business empire revolved around the clandestine world of armors, firearms, and espionage. Her operation was meticulous and highly organized, enabling her to stay one step ahead of her competitors and maintain a stranglehold on the market.

Natasha possessed an extensive network of contacts and informants, keeping her well-informed about potential opportunities to obtain valuable firearms. She had meticulously planned and executed operations to acquire these weapons, whether it involved intercepting shipments, infiltrating secure facilities, or exploiting weaknesses in the supply chain.

Her expertise in the field allowed her to procure a wide range of firearms, from conventional handguns to specialized military-grade weaponry. Natasha had an eye for quality and rarity, always seeking out unique and sought-after pieces that commanded high value in the black market.

But Natasha's dominance didn't end with physical weaponry. She had an intricate web of spies and informants strategically placed within rival organizations and law enforcement agencies, she is a spy herself.

But some of the business other organizations of mob bosses involve exploitation of humans in various forms. It was a side of the business that she despised, one that went against her principles and sense of justice.

Natasha's background as a mob boss didn't make her blind to the suffering caused by those who thrived on exploitation. She had seen firsthand the consequences of such actions and the pain it inflicted on innocent lives. It fueled her to run her own operations differently, to focus on power and influence without resorting to the same inhumane practices.

"You're lost in your thoughts, Widow. Tell me what are you here for? Business or…pleasure?" Zemo asked as he studied Natasha's behavior.

"What if I came here for both?" Natasha was good at gathering herself quickly, she gave him a playful smirk.

Sharon snorted at her, "You're here for a pussy are you?" She slid a drink towards Natasha.

Natasha let out a loud but sultry laugh, "I am way past that Carter…but who knows?" Natasha grabbed the drink and took it in one gulp.

"In fact I am giving her one of my girls, and she considered it." Rumlow winked at Sharon, "Tell me, do you want some too?"

"Want some what? Girls or drinks?" Sharon chuckled at his question.

"Both!" Rumlow exclaimed, their laughter filling the air, "Oh, I think the fun's about to start!

The lights went out and a loud sensual music began to play in the background.

"Speaking of girls…" Zemo butted in as soon as he saw a girl walking behind Rumlow.

The girl grabbed Rumlow's back shoulder and massaged it, "Hey…"

"Oh, my sweet Pea," Rumlow soothed her hands that is slowly reaching his torso. "My sweet Pea here really likes you, Natasha."

"Is she…" Natasha glanced at the girl Rumlow is pertaining to, but a figure emerging slowly yet seductively at the stage caught Natasha's attention.

"Yeah, she was the girl I offered you last time. But you were cocky and shit," Rumlow huffed, "So, my sweet Pea this is Natasha, and Natasha this is Penelope, my gift for you." Rumlow once again winked at her.

"Romanoff is the only one with a gift here?! Wow!" Sharon mockingly clapped with a playful jealousy showing. She looked at Zemo but Zemo only held his hands in the air and chuckled.

"Hey I asked you if you want some!" Rumlow exclaimed, he held a drink for Carter. "Here, drink first. There are a lot of girls that will come in, don't worry. But Natasha, right here, reserved her first. So this is a first come for serve policy."

Penelope looked at Natasha lustfully as she made her way to her, her hips swaying with the beat of the sound.

But Natasha was lost in thoughts; she never took her eyes away from the stage. Despite the darkness, she could clearly see a familiar figure moving. The moves were fluid, the body was a work of art as she started dancing in time with the pounding beat of the music. The body seemed to be in perfect harmony with the rhythm as it swayed and twirled, seamlessly transitioning between moments of gentle elegance and bursts of fiery and seductive intensity.

And she only knows one person who owns those moves. She wasn't dreaming...

It was you.

Secrets Behind Our Dreams: Masterlist

[redheadinjapan]

4 Niigata Hanami Spots To See Cherry Blossoms

There’s nothing more synonymous with spring in Japan than sakura, and the cherry blossoms you can see at Niigata hanami are no exception. Niigata is a long prefecture, so the cherry blossoms in different areas can bloom at very different times, starting from the south in Joetsu and working up to Niigata City. Unfortunately, it can be hard to determine exactly when the cherry blossoms in different areas will bloom, which is why this post was postponed since they’re blooming later than originally expected this year. However, when they do start to bloom, it’s a wondrous sight to see.

Takada Castle Site Park

Takada Castle Site Park in Joetsu is by far one of the most popular Niigata hanami spots. The park is lined with cherry blossom trees that are some of the first to bloom since it’s in one of the furthest south cities in Niigata Prefecture. In addition to beautiful views of the castle and its fountain through the cherry blossoms, there is also an abundance of food stands throughout the park. They sell all of the typical staples–karaage, yakisoba, takoyaki, candied fruits–as well as many other interesting treats. And if you can stick around until nighttime, they light up the whole park with lanterns. Even the castle is lit up and, in photos, almost looks like it’s glowing green from the light shining off the grass. This year, only some of the cherry blossoms had bloomed by the weekend we visited, but it was still very pretty.

Hakusan Park

If you live closer to the north of Niigata Prefecture and it’s too hard to get down to Joetsu, you can also visit Hakusan Park in Niigata City. Next to Hakusan Shrine, Hakusan Park has an entire grove of cherry blossom trees that bloom in the spring. You can set up a blanket under the many flowering trees, look out over the reflective pool, and eat food from nearby stands that are set up for most of the spring season. It’s not as big as Takada Castle Site Park, but there’s still a fair bit of space and a lot of food options. There were even some performances during the weekend when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

Yasuragitei (Shinano Riverside)

Another option for Niigata hanami in the city is Yasuragitei. Yasuragitei runs along the Shinano riverbank and is lined with cherry blossoms and flowers in the spring. Local students plant tulips along the riverbanks in the fall, and the colorful buds bloom in the spring with the cherry blossoms. It’s a beautiful place for a walk, or you can bring a blanket and find a spot to sit. However, you will have to bring your own food because there aren't any food stands by Yasuragitei, though you can go back again in the summer when the riverside restaurants open up.

Yahiko Park

If you’re looking for a place closer to Niigata City that still has lots of space, beautiful nature, and a wide variety of food stands, you can also check out Yahiko Park. Generally, Yahiko Park is geared toward fall foliage, so there aren’t too many cherry blossoms around its iconic red bridge. However, most paths are lined with cherry blossom trees, including the main opening to the park just before the Yahiko Park tunnel. Plus, on top of the permanent restaurants, many food trucks and stands set up in the parking lots and along the streets. While there aren’t many cherry blossoms at the top of Yahiko Mountain, you can still see the beautiful view of the town while you’re there and stop by Yahiko Shrine on the way up.

There are many other beautiful Niigata hanami spots, especially in the rural areas of Niigata, but these are four popular places to go and the ones I’ve had the chance to visit. Of course, anywhere with a few cherry blossom trees and a place to sit can be a great hanami spot. It’s all about the people you're with and the appreciation for the short-lived pink blossoms. So, whatever site you choose for your Niigata hanami will be perfect!

[hi-intrepid-heroes]

Hi! I hope this isn’t bad to ask but I’m going to the Netherlands in a couple of weeks (first time traveling outside the US) and I was wondering if u have any recommendations on things to do/foods from the area I should try?

hi anon!

I've been thinking about this for a while, cause I wanted to give you some tips that aren't also in any google search, so here they are, sorted into an activity, food, and general tips to survive the country section (it's mostly focused on Amsterdam and Utrecht, cause that's where I have the most experience)

Under the cut cause I had a lot to say apparently

Activities:

In Amsterdam, I love the Hortus, which is a botanical garden dating from the 17th century! It's partly outside but there are several indoor parts that are really pretty!

This probably is in the google searches but the Amsterdam Light Festival is going on, and it's really fun. There's a walking route and boat tours, but you can also just keep your eyes open when moving through the city and spot the art works that way

The Hallen in Amsterdam is a really fun place to go if you want to do something a little more lowkey, there's a few cute stores, expositions, a market hall-style food place and a cinema, as well as some events that they host certain days!

I haven't done this myself but the Adam Tower (in Noord, so you can take the ferry from central station which is fun) has a lookout deck where you can see the whole city! There's a swing set where you can book a place to swing over the edge I think (Europe's highest swing let's go). My brother did this a few years ago and thought it was really fun!

If you like books Savannah Bay in Utrecht is one of my favs, one of the top bookstores I've ever been to in my life in general I think

When in Utrecht pls hit the Miffy stoplight, it takes 5 minutes and she's a national icon (it's literally just a stoplight with a Miffy figure and it's adorable)

This may not be worth it if you're only here for a short period of time but if you have a day where you want to escape the city, Dutch beaches are beautiful even in the winter! The practice of uitwaaien (lit. outblowing), or walking into the wind to feel more invigorated (specifically a winter thing and popular among the Dutch especially on Boxing Day or New Years Day), is really nice to do sometimes, and a beach walk can be nice for a change!

Food:

Stroopwafels are on every list BUT I'd specifically recommend getting a hot one somewhere, cause they're much better than the packaged ones! They sell them at outdoor markets and I'm sure there's also some stores that have them!

Everyone also always talks about hagelslag but I personally prefer vlokken, which is a similar concept but thinner so they're nice and crispy would recommend

If you want a quick lunch, Bagels & Beans is a small chain that's got places across the country, they have nice bagels and I have it on good authority the coffee's also good!

If you want to get takeaway food, I would highly recommend Surinamese food. These generally don't really have restaurants and the places I've been to haven't really differed in quality so I'd just pick a nearby one but you simply must eat roti (a dish popular across the Caribbean so not specifically Surinamese but delicious) it rules so hard

Editing this cause I just walked past an oliebollen stall and you should absolutely try one of those if you’re here on time they’re a traditional Dutch new years treat!

General tips:

Always look every way when crossing the street even if it's one-way cause bikes can and will come from everywhere

In a similar vein: some tourists think bike bells are rung simply for fun, they are not, they have the same function of a car horn! If you hear one please do get off the road lmao it'll save you a lot of cursing from the locals

Pretty much everyone here speaks English really well, but a general rule of thumb for non-English speaking countries is that it's really appreciated if you learn at least hello and thank you in the local language (hallo and dank je wel in Dutch)!

Finally, a request more than a tip: please don't rent a bike cause it's genuinely dangerous. 99% of tourists can't bike that well and even those that can aren't used to the type of traffic here, as it's incredibly chaotic because of all the bikes, and tourists on bikes are even less prepared for that than ones that are walking (I know it looks fun I get it but the amount of times I've almost gotten into an accident bc a tourist made a weird swerve is so high I just had to put this in)

I hope you have a lovely trip anon, enjoy!!! <3

[trash-monkey]

One Thing Ends While Another Begins

'Slowly my eyes peel open to see a gloomy sky crying down upon me only for me to realize what happened a few moments later when the thick fog finally faded away from my mind, I didn't panic nor cried for what I have lost for that the memories of any real importance of the life I had before this is gone but the memories of this once fantasy world and what it becomes stayed. To me it doesn't matter who or what had brought me here whether it's for entertainment or to fix things, I can't disappoint them since they wasted their engry on me. With a smirk I place the lit cigarette that's been hanging between my fingers on my lips before standing from my seat on the ground and walk off with one fading thought.'

'I have an odd feel that I was really pathetic in my last life, oh well.'

That was months even years ago, the memory quickly faded away as Mikey's voice sounded out his decision of disbanding Toman as I stand in the crowd of the gang members that I have become familiar with for a while now. Slowly people fade from the shrine before making my way to Draken, who I surprisingly become great friends with.

"This day keeps getting sadder and sadder." Draken just rolls his eyes before watching as the smirk I had turn upside down causing him to worry since I don't frown to often. With unwelcome hesitation I tell him of my own decision of moving away but leaves him with the promises of keeping contact and that I'll come running if he needs me, I left the shrine knowing this isn't the end and that I'll be coming back when the time is right.

A few days later I finally finished putting up what few things I had around the cheap apartment I have rented with the money I have saved from any odd job I could get and now I just need to stock my kitchen with food, with that thought I grab the apartment keys. Luckily I find a convenient store called Sakanoshita Market right at the bottom of a hill where the school I'll be attending to rests on the top just a few short blocks from my place. As I step through the sliding doors a feeling of familiarity spreads throughout my body but it's gone as fast as it comes, I grab a basket by the doors and walk down a random aisles. A flash of amusement shot through me when I noticed I tower over the shelves causing my lips to pull into a smirk before glancing at the front counter to see an older man with blond hair and a cigarette hanging from his lips as he reads a magazine but I quickly went back to looking around.With bread,eggs,milk,cereal, a few snacks, noodles, and other things sitting in my basket I walk to the front counter to pay. The man put down his magazine and stood up from his chair when he saw me coming, I place the basket before him and watch as he scan my things.

"I never seen you around here before?" He speaks around his cigarette as he glances up at me only to see me smirking at him.

"Well, I just did moved into the area. Also I'm looking for a place that's willing to hire a part timer, do you know where I can find one?" I look at the things he has on the counter while I can see the man rising an eyebrow at me in the corner of my eye.

"When living alone you got to make a living somehow, may I right?" I answered his unspoken question before answering the second one he's about to ask while leaning my large frame onto the counter.

"I'm 16. Aren't you being a little too nosy of a complete stranger, old man?" I watch in complete amusement as his eye twitch at being called old.

"Well, this OLD man WAS THINKING about hiring you." The smirk fell off my face immediately while my eyes narrowed at him, I noticed a shiver running down his spine at my gaze which he tried to hide.

"The only reason I'm not living with any relative is because I don't have any while my father has a mean right hook." I whispered through my teeth, answering the troubling question I despise the most that I know is hiding in his mind and not really caring if he can hear me or not while lay the right amount of money on the counter before grabbing my bags. Right as I was about to step through the sliding doors once again the man called out to me.

"Come back tomorrow for your interview at 11:00." I turn my head to see him sitting back down on his chair and opening his magazine once again.

"Sure thing." I said loud enough for him to hear before completely disappearing from his view, wither it's out of pity or kindness I need the job.

The next day I return to Sakanoshita Market at 10:57, surprising the man that I even returned after how our conversation ended and even in slightly better clothes along with neater hair then the mess that was sitting against my forehead yesterday.

"This way." We travel to the second floor of the store and he had me sit down at table while he fix some tea.

"Ukai Keishin and I own this store."

"Hanma Shuji"

"Where did you live before moving here?" He started his questions after placing everything on the table before sitting down himself.

"Shibuya, Tokyo." I take a sip of the warm tea after giving a straight forward answer, he gives the tattoos on my hands another glance.

"Makeup, I hide them with makeup when I need to." He nods picking up his own cup.

"How long and when can you work."

"On weekdays after school hours but on weekends I can work all day if you need and I can also work every day of the week if needed."

"Let's say you have a group of friends coming in from school and asked you for discounts, what would you do?"

"Say no."

"They don't leave and continue asking but you still say no about to cause a fight?"

"Unfriend them and throw them out."

"Robbery?"

"Call police and disarm them."

"But you can't since there are people in the store."

"Keep their attention on me until police have arrived." He closes his eyes as he thinks before sighing and puts his now empty cup down.

"You got the job."

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[drewsblog4]

The first space that I chose is the entrance of my apartment. As soon as you walk in you notice the brightness of the walls as well as the sun shining through the windows. One thing that pops out to me is the symmetry that the kitchen applies. It has an even walk space on both sides of the counter which makes the area feel less overwhelming. However,to me it doesn’t seem very domestic. The reason I think that is because of how bright the room is lit as well as the open windows in the back of the area. It doesn’t seem very private and secure as it seems like there is a lot of external light from the outside. The way the room is shaped makes it feel very homey and welcoming because it's not all crammed together. A lot of times you walk into an area and you get a sense of cluster because everything is so close together. However, this is not the case in this area as the living room is a large rectangle that has a lot of room to operate in. The room also feels very updated which makes you feel a little bit more secure. There aren't many markups on the wall or counters but rather it has a sense of newness. When I first walk into the area I feel a sense of uniqueness because of how simple the room is. There isn’t much sharpness on the walls or pillars that separate the area, rather it is wide open which allows you to feel more relaxed. The second area that I took a picture of was my room. I inhabit my room the most out of any space. Although my living room is set up in a very simple manner, my room is even more basic. It has the same type of color and flow as the kitchen/living room however, it makes me feel more at home. The reason for this is because the shapes along the walls are very straight with no sharp edges. It also brings in the bright lights which gives me more of a positive attitude towards the area. Whenever I’m sitting in a dark enclosed room I feel claustrophobic and seem to be more tired. However, when I walk into my room I have a sense of energy and a feeling of relaxation as I am so used to it. Personally, I enjoy both places as they both have their own unique aspects to them. However, if I had to choose one space I would have to go with my room. Although my room is smaller it still has a more relaxed and basic look to it. The more edges and design a room has, makes it less pleasurable to be in.

[hanzell321]

Dark Souls Guide pt.1

(NOT FINISHED)

|| So you have the game you spent the last 5 minutes on the starting screen and you'r ready to go... 

BUT YOU'R NOT

STOP THINKING THAT YOU ARE

THIS 

IS DARK SOULS 

YOU ARE NEVER READY IN THIS GAME

You copy that? GREAT :)  So let's get started.

But before that, you need to know. There is one challenge harder than everything in this game, taking some players  WEEKS to overcome and it is... || (Change the start, sounds wrong)

A CHARACTER CREATION!   

see link below before progressing any further into this post!

(**give em link to character creation post**)

After that big cutscene at the start of the game (which I hope you haven't skipped) you get a shorter one that says a little bit about what's going on now.

And look that's YOU! Sitting in a cage waiting for knight in a shining armor to rescue, and you may not believe it but it's actually what happens in this game.

And know we can finally start playing. First thing you have to do (as you probably figured out) is pick up a key from corpse and open your cell.

Now the game will teach you the basics:

Attacking

Movement

Camera controls

Also am I the only person who hears this sound? What the f#$k is...

Let's not think about it for now.

After you learn how to lock on the enemies

climb up the ladder to your right.

At the top you will be introduced to the very important mechanic of this game BONFIRES.

Simply lit it and then rest at it, for now there's nothing else you can do but we'll get the rest of the functions later :)

I think now is a great time to talk about very important part of the game, which is EXPLORATION. The tutorial itself says nothing about it probably because DS1 isn't very open game and it sets you on some type of  track, but that doesn't mean you can just walk in straight line forever. This game has all sorts of NPC questlines, optional bosses and equipment set all around the world. But now you might be thinking "If exploration is so important, where's a sense in following the guide?"  well you see Dark Souls is a very difficult game. It has hard to go through areas, tough bosses and lots of annoying enemies.

If you want to play the game yourself, go for it, this guide is to help you with some things that aren't really obvious, when you get to some difficult boss or area you can just look here for help (or use some other DS1 guide because it will probably take me some time before I can make a full guide out of this), you don't have to follow the guide to do that I will be going through entire game, simply go here and look for the part you have trouble with and then be on your very way to complete the game yourself.

Gee that was long, well any who let's get back to the game.

You have three ways to go now:

-Right where you will see a closed door (note that in your brain)

-Left to the wall

-And finally straight, right to the giant door 

|| (Read while watching video)

Who knows what's behind that door, who knows If you already aren't messing something up, MAYBE this is the part when you learn about ambushes, MAYBE THIS is your first boss fight, MAYBE YOU could find the key to that locked door and be on your very way, MAYB... oh it's just a big room of course it's just a tutorial, get yourself together you don't even know how to dodGEEEEEEE WHAT THE F@#$K IS THIS SH%#?! ||

Well that was unpleasant, but at least like with most deaths in this game we learn something very important: Dark Souls + big room = boss/ambush (most of the times because developers made decision to make the room that's 1x1 square root AND FILL IT WITH A BUNCH OF STUPIDLY FAST DO SO THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN HIT THE LITTLE SHI.... ok nevermind.

Well this won't be very fun, so bear with me and let's go through this together. (**Most likely change the text**)

At this point you probably already respawn or got back from quick rage quit so let's see what we can do here. Now there are four paths you can take, with one being exclusive depending on starting gift you choose. 

But before we do that

I will stop the guide right here, why? Do you see that green light in the place you died? That's a very important mechanic right there. That's called a blood stain, what does it do? If you collect it, it will retrieve all of your souls, which is nice, but it also has other mechanic, when you play in online mode the blood stains will be left by other people who died in their world, you can interact with their blood stains giving you somewhat view on the way they died, helping prevent the same thing happening to you. And that'll be it let's get back to the guide.

First option is to run past him to the left, where a small entrance is. After you pass it the gate will close behind you preventing you from continuing the fight.

The second one depending on the gift you chose is to throw firebombs at him, because for some reason the Asylum Demon, and let me repeat, DEMON is weak to fire.

He dies in a five hits. Neat'o... do you see what I did there? Better get used to that it's one of the best jokes you can make in this game.

The third one is to be an absolute menace, and just go there and BEAT THE LIVING SH%$ OUT OF HIM WITH YOUR FISTS.

 How long does it take? Well let's do a quick math shall we? Asylum demon has over 825 hp and your fists do 2 dmg, divide 825 by 2 and you'll get 412.5 round it up and we have the answer which is 413 hits to beat him with your fists, sooo around 10-30 minutes depending on how fast you attack and how often he moves. (If you genuinely want to do that here's a quick asylum demon guide) (**put the guide**)

Now the fourth, secret path can be done by pressing a combination of keys on your keyboard or your controller, if you're playing on PS. The combination is fairly simple and it goes as following:

On keyboard press Alt+F4 On PS the playstation button, left and x.

Close the game, refund it and go outside, find yourself friends, a partner, start doing some interesting hobbies in your free time so that you won't end up making a Dark Souls guide SO THAT YOUR IT TEACHER WON"T FAIL YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DOING C# RIGHT NOW...

Well anyway for the people that chose path Nr. one, at the time you realize what a absolute fuss you are the people from path two should be at the same place you are and ones from path three...

(*vid*)

we won't see them for a while. But if you decided to kill Asylum Demon with firebombs, to addition to getting a nice number of souls you also go a "demon's great hamer", which is not only rally heavy but's also really strong, the only problem is to use it you need to be able to wield it, and that requires 46 strength, but don't worry you'll get there eventually. || Well looks like there's nothing left to do than sit at the bonfire knowing that you successfully finished  the first part af the Northen Asylum guide, but worry not I will made a second part as fast as I can I promise. 

Oh wait there's a room right there, well it doesn't hurt to see what's next

You got it... it's that meme where the knight get shot... ah who gives a sh%$. I hope you'll have amazing rest of the day, bye. ||

|| || - probably delete in final edit Remember to connect pt. 1 and pt.2 because it makes no sens for them to be two different posts

[loveskitchen1]

The Best Places to Keep Food

Before starting your food storage program, you should figure out where you're going to keep all that food. The conditions need to be right, there needs to be plenty of room, and it needs to be in a convenient place. Look around your home and find a place that you can dedicate to food storage. Be creative. You might need to move things around.

The Right Conditions

Temperature. Ideally, you want to keep your food between fourty and sixty degrees F. Keeping your thermostat at sixty degrees or less could be a strain on your electric bill (and your skin) in the summer, but keep it as cool as you can afford or tolerate. You'll also want the temperature to stay constant. Hot and cold variations can ruin the nutritional value of your food.

Humidity. This will make your food spoil far more quickly. Avoid storing food near the dryer, the water heater, the kitchen, the bathroom, or anywhere there is water.

Sunlight. You'll need to keep your food somewhere dark. Not just a dimly lit room, but a closet or a place with no windows. It's imperative that you keep your food away from direct sunlight. Never keep your food in clear plastic or glass containers.

Enough Space

In addition to having the right conditions, your food storage area should be large, depending on how many people live in your home. Think of it this way: How much food do you buy in a week, and how much space does that take? Now multiply that by 52. Even when packing efficiently, your food could easily fill up a large walk-in closet.

Convenience

Food does not last forever, and hopefully you won't be forced to eat it to survive. But if you're not, you'll need to rotate through it. As the saying goes, "Store what you eat, and eat what you store." This means your food should be somewhere accessible. If you have to walk to the far end of your house, go through several doors, and dig through piles of clothes and boxes, then you probably won't bother eating your storage food and it will go bad. This is money down the drain. Instead, keep your food in a room near the kitchen and install shelves so you can find what you're looking for.

Privacy

It is very important that you don't keep your food out in the open. When the SHTF, people are going to remember the guy who had a room full of extra food. It will be both difficult and dangerous to turn people away, so it's better if no one knows you have extra food in the first place, not even friends. If even one of your friends knows about your supply, he's liable to tell a dozen others and your food won't last a week. Make sure your food is in a locked room or closet that a house guest cannot open. Only the people who are meant to eat the food should know it's there.

Possible Locations

With all this in mind, take a look at these locations. Some of them aren't usually good locations for storing food, but it depends on where you live. See if the conditions are right.

The basement. Nice and cool. Watch out for dryer vents and furnaces.

Under the stairs. Think about installing hooks and shelves.

Closets. Another place where you can install shelves. It's a good idea to have a lock on the door.

Utility room. This might be okay if it is very well ventilated, otherwise the heat and moisture from your washer and dryer could be a problem.

The kitchen. If you have tons of cupboard space, go for it! Just don't use the cupboards right next to the sink, refrigerator or oven (if there are any such cupboards in your kitchen).

Under the bed. Measure how high your bed is from the floor and find some appropriate-sized totes with wheels that will slide underneath.

Inside coffee or end tables. A large chest can be used as a coffee table, or a bucket with a cloth draped over it can make a good end table.

The garage. Usually a bad place unless you keep it closed and the temperature is constant.

The attic. Also a bad place unless it is well-insulated and the temperature is constant. Probably too inconvenient.

Once you've settled on a good location for your food, you'll be ready to start stocking up. There's no excuse for putting it off any longer. Good luck!

For More Info :-

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[mojogaragedoorrepairsanantoniotx]

Best Things To Do In San Antonio

San Antonio is one of the most diverse cities in Texas. It's home to nearly 1.5 million people and has been voted the "most livable city" by the US Conference of Mayors for the past six years in a row. This southern city offers plenty of things to do, including museums, historical sites, parks, shopping centers and more!

River Walk

You can't go wrong with a day at the River Walk. This downtown collection of shops, restaurants, and bars is a man-made channel that flows through the center of San Antonio and has been a tourist destination since it was created in the 1930s. The River Walk is lined with palm trees and lit up at night for ambiance, so it's easy to forget that you're not in Paris or Venice! It's also home to several major events throughout the year—and if you've never had an opportunity to visit before, now's your chance!

The San Antonio Missions

The San Antonio Missions were established in the 18th century by Spanish settlers. Today, they remain popular tourist destinations and are considered a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The missions are still in use today; in fact, one of the missions is an active Catholic church that hosts masses for parishioners every Sunday morning.

If you're planning a visit with your family, consider visiting Mission Concepcion and Mission San Jose during the day for some fun activities for kids like scavenger hunts or storytelling sessions at noon. Then head over to Mission Espada after lunch for some horseback riding!

The Alamo

The Alamo is one of the most important historical sites in Texas. It's a museum and memorial that has been around since 1836, when it was first built to serve as a mission in San Antonio.

The Alamo is also a place where people come from all over the world to visit. If you're not a Texan, this can be an exciting place to learn about Texas history—and if you are a Texan, then it's even better!

There are many things for tourists to do at The Alamo: browse through the gift shop or watch an informative film about what happened during its many battles with Native Americans and Mexicans alike (these days there aren't any battles here). You can also take pictures outside on the grounds (but don't go inside without permission).

Bracken

Take a hike at Bracken. Located just north of San Antonio, this beautiful park is home to some of the best hiking trails in Texas. Hikers will enjoy miles and miles of trails winding through the oak groves and cedar glades that make up Bracken's landscape. The park also hosts several biking trails, making it a great destination for cyclists who want to explore new areas without worrying about traffic or other car-related hazards.

If you're interested in taking a day trip from San Antonio, Bracken is an excellent choice!

Selma

Selma is a city in Bexar County, Texas, United States. The population was 1,938 at the 2010 census. The city is named after Selma Hinojosa, the wife of the town's founder.

In 1875 Martin and Franziska Hinojosa received permission from the government to settle near what is now Selma. They lived there until 1877 when they moved to Austin where they raised their children and grandchildren. After Martin died in 1882 his wife and children returned to live on land he had purchased near Selma Creek where he had built a house before leaving for Austin in 1877.

The first post office opened under the name Selma Station between 1880-1881.Around 1890 it changed its name from "Selma Station" to "Hinojosa." Finally in 1908 it changed its name again this time permanently becoming known as simply "Selma".

Retama Park

This is a racetrack in San Antonio that has been around since the 1920s. It's the only racetrack in Texas and the only one in operation near San Antonio right now, so if you're looking for horse racing it's your spot.

The park has casino gaming, an RV park with tent sites and cabins available on site, a hotel on-site as well as restaurants like Chimi Changa (a Mexican restaurant) which serves tacos and sandwiches made with fresh ingredients from local farms.

The park hosts live music concerts throughout the year as well as simulcast races from other tracks across North America (like Santa Anita Park).

Comanche Lookout Park

Comanche Lookout Park is a great place to get amazing photos, watch the sunset, see the city lights, and see the stars. It's also a great place to take pictures of the moon on full moons!

Six Flags Fiesta Texas

Six Flags Fiesta Texas is the largest theme park in San Antonio and home to 16 roller coasters, including a wooden coaster and the tallest steel coaster in the state of Texas. It's also got an aquarium, a water park and a wildlife sanctuary.

The theme park has been around since 1992 but has undergone numerous additions over time. If you plan on visiting with your family, be sure to check out Fiesta Bay Boardwalk too: here you'll find more than 25 restaurants like Bubba Gump Shrimp Company (yes!) or Rainforest Cafe where your kids can enjoy all kinds of activities like mini golf and arcade games while you dine with them on yummy seafood dishes (or burgers).

You can do these things in San Antonio.

San Antonio is a diverse city with something for everyone. If you're looking to get out of the house and do some exploring, you can go hiking or biking at our local parks, visit the San Antonio Zoo or SeaWorld, or even go shopping downtown. There are also tons of great restaurants and bars in the area—the best part about this city is that it really has something for everyone!

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[kdyism]

— NOTHING BUT MORNING

pairing. xu minghao x reader

genre. share house!au, fluff, acquaintance-to-more

wc. 2.909 / warn. curse word, alcohol consumption, reader is prescribed with sleeping pills for insomnia

synopsis. sleepless nights were one after another, lights on as he walks home, minghao always wonders why you were still awake when he walks home past one in the morning. unbeknownst to him, late-night talks lead to growing feelings and sleepless nights turn into shy conversations.

note from yunan — repost from starboyhao, hope this is fun and feedback, reblogs + comments are appreciated! accidentally posted this earlier, if anyone saw, no you didn't

Night after night, your mind lulls you into a never-ending tunnel of unwanted thoughts and the cold air of the air con, the familiar darkness of your room lit by the single night lamp on your bedside as you lay on your pillow, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes and a loud mind, you can't sleep yet again.

“Why aren't the pills working?” you ask yourself, side glancing at the white bottle of sleeping pills you were prescribed. “I hate taking tablets and now I might need even more, ugh,” you grumble, grabbing your phone from the side and unlocking the screen.

You hurriedly text your doctor that you can't sleep and put your phone back, sluggishly getting off the bed, your duvet following your legs as it tumbles down your carpeted floors and you open the door to the hallways being met with the sight of Seo Myungho on his tiptoes. “H-hi,” he said, raising his hand in a wave.

Your eyes linger on his bright neon tracksuit, almost cracking a smile at the way they reflect. “You're late again,” you off-handedly comment, dragging your feet to the shared kitchen while trying to keep quiet.

Two fifteen in the morning, your night was nothing but the morning. Dropping off his bag in his room beside yours, he follows you whilst watching you slide through your way (the fuzzy socks you wore to mute your footsteps, adorable as always he thinks) and takes a seat directly beside yours and sighs. “You're awake again,” he points, pouring himself some water from the kitchen island and you nod with a heavy sigh, “My pills aren't working,”

“I hope you can sleep someday,” he said, stiffly smiling at you and he stands up, “I know we aren't friends or anything but if you need someone to talk, I am only a knock away,”

Leaving you in the dimly lit kitchen area, you smile to yourself and nod, the number of times he has walked in your sleepless adventure through the house you share with five others while snacking on sugary snacks, this might be the first time he spoke more than three words to you that is more than, 'you're awake again,' his words would ring in your head as you lay back on your bed and you tell yourself, “why the fuck are you awake again?” for the nth night in a row.

Watching the sun steadily rise up, the rays of infinite sunlight fills your room and reminds you, you spent another night of sleeplessness and again, you got nothing but morning from the night. Rolling your eyes as you turn and shuffle into your duvet, you clench your eyes close and try to sleep. For at least a minute or two—what if you're late to work then, you thought, sitting up abruptly with a tired groan.

“I swear to bloody god, I will tire myself out today,” you said, getting off your bed again and it was only five now, you could have had a good three hours of sleep without being late to work.

“You’re still awake,” you hear as you open your room door and you lock eyes with Seo Myungho yet again, “And you're going out again,” you said, noting his sling bag back on his shoulder and his figure dressed to perfection as any other day.

“I have got a morning schedule,” he explains, his eyes linger on you for a second too long and you look away, raising your hand to your face greeting him goodbye awkwardly. “I s-see, well then, see ya,”

“um, hope you get some sleep,” he smiles, pushing the door open as you leave the entrance back into your room.

Sometimes, in the time you don't sleep, you wonder whether the man in the room beside yours ever does.

“She just made my heart jump, god damn it,” he sighs, sinking to the floor as he pressed his door close.

“Oh, so this is your way home?” you ask, bumping your shoulder with the man wearing a long pale pink coat you found on your stroll.

The time is past twelve and your eye bags began itching as your head throbs for the nth time. Seo Myungho glances at you, pausing in his steps and watching you clad in thin clothes unsuitable for the nighttime weather. Minus the fuzzy purple socks on your feet, bursting out of your sandals and the orange led of light poles makes you look almost warm.

“You're awake again,” he smiles, matching his pace to yours and you nod, “I was at the convenience store getting some more snacks,” you shake your arm in front of him, the plastic bag hanging on your wrist sounding through the air.

“Do you always snack when you can't sleep?” he asks, pulling at the handle of his side bag awkwardly.

Hissing with a thoughtful expression, you slowly nod remembering the many times you end up eating your time away until the morning comes. You never found it in you to not eat, the blue of the phone hurts your eyes and the pain that splits your head kept you from doing anything productive. “I can't find anything better to do,” you hum, tying your fingers together in front of you.

Myungho glances at you, your lashes rest softly on your cheeks and your dry lips subtly smiles, peering at him through your hair, “You also always come home late, do you ever sleep?” you twist your torso, directly looking at him with a sweet smile.

“I sleep in the afternoon, you're never home in the afternoon,” he replies with a tight smile, looking away from your sparkly eyes. He didn't understand how you were carefree when you were always awake, tired and groggy, he knows how careful everyone is around your room because your insomnia has been around for almost a month now.

“I work at a nine to five,” sighing, you pout and went on, “I hate my job,” you pause, carefully looking at his expression.

“Why...?” he trails, his head lowered and avoiding your gaze, he asks. He has always wanted to ask, what keeps you awake?

“You tell me, you seem to like your job. You work really hard. You come home late because of your work, don't you?” you inquire, halting and leaning forward as you catch sight of your share house.

“Yes, I do like my job. I work as a museum curator and it's fun,” Myungho said, looking into the distance, “I thankfully get to wear what I want, my schedule is flexible, I like art and I like analysing what the paintings are about. I could stare at them for days to come,” he rambles, a small smile forming on his pink lips.

You find his enthusiasm to be enthralling. His eyes are full of life and passion, you can tell he means what he says. Myungho always wore interesting outfits, while you don't always get to see them, you notice them whenever you do. Like neon tracksuit and baby pink coat, his dimensions are on display with his fashion.

Smiling to yourself, you unlock the door to the share house and let him walk in before you. “Um, is this good night or...” you look away from him, anxious feet digging into the door as you lock it and Myungho blinks, “Want to have a drink?” he asks, “I have some wine,”

“Um, sure,” you nod, biting down your lips and slipping your sandals off, following him into his room.

Myungho's room is just like him.

A sage green wallpaper that is vintage patterned, a gold-framed full body mirror and his king-size bed in the side, right under his window. A couple of hundred books maybe line his walls, overgrown plants he obviously needs to snip and a hanker to hold fabulous coats that look too thick for a cupboard. His room brims of his interest, a vinyl, an easel, walls adorned by paintings that are etched with the word, Minghao.

“Minghao...” you softly mutter, his ears perking at the sound of your voice calling.

A burn settles on his ears, he thinks he likes the way you say his name, “You called?” he asks, ruffling his hair to hide his flushing cheeks.

“You paint?” you ask gushing, “They look so nice, the colours and shading,” your mouth agape, you look in between him and his painting, recognizing the warm feeling he gives you in his paintings.

“I am not that good but I try,” he mumbles, watching you smile widely as you explore his room.

Myungho always locks his door, whether he was in or out, his door is always locked and no one has ever entered the room after he rented the space. You can understand why beacuse the number of designer items and sellable items screams potential burglary victim. Turning to meet his gaze, you watch him remove the corkscrew from the alcohol, “Oh champagne?” you tilt your head, walking over to him.

Sitting beside him, you bring your knees to your chest and ask, “Didn't you say you had wine?”

“Champagne is sparkling wine,” he shrugs with a small smile, pouring you a cup in a fanciful manner. “I learnt how to drink wine in a bar one time, it was interesting. The bartender—they suddenly went into a rant about how champagne is wine and doesn't need to sell as something other than though I didn't understand what the point was,”

“I didn't know that,” you hum, taking in a whif of the drink while circling your wrist gently. “I usually have a beer or something if I really need to sleep,” you said, “My room must smell of beer, honestly,”

Laughing at you, Myungho takes a sip from his glass with a smile breaking out. “I noticed,” he nods, his shoulder, free from his coat, rubs against yours pouring you more champagne as he laughs, “I usually hold a solo tea ceremony before I leave for work again in the morning,”

“So that's what you do,” you raise your brows, thoughtfully nodding.

The smell of tea does occasionally float to your room, the thin walls of your share house weren’t the most smell proof. You could imagine him, doing the whole thing, it suits the image he has cultivated, you think. Chugging your second glass of the drink, “Um, I am lightweight,” you groan, your head already feeling the heat from your neck rush to your head.

“You should go to sleep then,” he panics, reaching for the bottle of water on his bedside table and uncapping it, “Here, you can take my bed,” he said, pressing the cold bottle on your lips.

You drink the water, letting him feed you. “I can go to my room,” you said, “I am still in my senses, unfortunately,” you joke, using him as a lever to pull yourself up.

Myungho stares at you, holding your back and nodding, patiently. “But my bed is right here and it looks like you can finally sleep tonight,”

“Minghao, please,” you smile, swinging your arm around his shoulder. Your face dangerously close to his, his burning cheeks at the way you call his name, making his heart shake under your spell, “Let me go to my room, I can sleep over someday else,” you tease, “You can have me whenever you want,”

Flittering his lashes, he inhales sharply and allows you to escape his hold, walking out of his room with a grin on your lips. Sighing heavily, he drops to his knees and groans, “Fuck, she is not good for my heart,”

The cluttering noise from the doorway alerts Myungho, freezing in his movements and walking over to the door, finding you as you drop your keys in the key hanker on the wall and yawn, your hand clutching your forehead with a painful expression.

“Is that my fault?” Myungho asks sheepishly, waving.

“Definitely,” you laugh, taking off your white sneakers and revealing yet another patterned socks. This time, they were adorned with little frogs. “My hangover is insane,” you complain, following him into the kitchen.

“I am making some hangover soup, want some?” he offers and you shake your head, “I had some for lunch on my way,” you said, leaning on the wall as you sit on the stool in front of the kitchen island, your side bag landing with a thud beside you.

“You're not normally home at this time,” he points, going back to his cooking.

“Yeah, I asked for a half-day and come back. Didn't expect you to be awake,” you smile meeting his peering eyes, adoring the way his cheeks flush.

You were wearing a white shirt, black slacks and look super professional, unlike how he usually sees you, completely in the comfort of your fuzzy socks and homewear. “You look really nice in that,” he said, his voice too quiet but you didn't miss it with the silence that fills the room.

“Aw,” you cringe your face, feeling the squeeze of your heart that makes you want to squeal. “Thank you, but I really hate this white shirt,” you sigh, leaning on the island.

“Why is that?” he asks, pouring his soup into a bowl and moving it to the island beside you.

“There is a stupid rule at work, even though it was imposed by the department leader. We all need to wear white shirts as a uniform even though the other departments don't do anything like this,” you scoff, rolling your eyes and taking a breath. “Also, there are only two girls in the advertisement department, this rule completely sucks for us,” you add, rubbing your hand over your face frustratedly and Myungho watches you from beside you with a smile.

Nodding, he said, “You still look good despite not liking it, that's a skill,” he laughs when you pout in response.

Soon after, small talk erupts, you ask how the food tastes and silently watch him feast, asking him the recipe and thanking him for asking you to drink yesterday because you could sleep, although not through the night. Myungho enjoys your little rants about work, having not worked a nine-to-five, he finds it fascinating how you work there despite having so many scuffles with the way they managed things.

Before he knew, it was done with his soup, reluctant to leave, he asks, “Um, can I take you up on your...” gulping, he looks away from you, “On what?” you tilt your head, asking.

“Nevermind,” he ruffles his hair, hiding his embarrassment and you gasp, asking, “If I want to sleep over?” wiggling your brows, you lean forward into his space, his cheeks alight but he nods, “If you want to,”

“Let me change real quick then,”

His heart travels to his throat, waiting for you in his bed with a lightheaded feeling, he didn't know what the hell he was up to now. You couldn't sleep, he knew you couldn't sleep but he invited you for a sleepover. Though his idea of it was not leaving you lying awake beside him, for you to fall asleep peacefully with him.

Sometimes he wonders how it feels to have nothing but morning, the night falls but you don't get sleep, the peace or even quiet until the morning comes back. The sound of his door creaking open pulls him back from his thoughts and you walk in, clad in more comfortable clothes and your feet in another pair of fuzzy socks. “Ready to help me sleep?” you ask, crawling into his bed, your heart almost spilling out of your chest.

You were pretty sure you and he wore the same expression, watching him make space for you beside him. “You look like a light sleeper,” you point, the loudness of your heart muffling his response.

“I am but you also seem like a light sleeper,” he said, turning to face you and you nod, “I am, I guess we work well like that,” you smile, shifting to mimic him in his position, locking eyes.

“You can come closer,” he mutters, his glazed eyes observing your shivering body, “Want to me turn the air-con down?”

“Even if I am cold, I can't sleep without it on,” you laugh, taking his offer and your fingers play with the hem of his shirt, his speedy pulse coursing through you but you think maybe it's your own, the warmth of his body radiates and it lulls your body to relax.

“Are you sleepy?” he asks, his voice seems afar but you feel his breath on your skin, “Sleep well, then,” he breathes, you hum in response, his arms snaking around you, holding you snug.

Myungho blinks to himself, sighing in relief. You were falling asleep in his arms, a peaceful expression on your face and your head resting on his chest. Maybe you will sleep through the day, and when night falls, you will get your sleep beside him, wake up to the morning and it won't be the most horrid thing ever.

You snuggle closer to him, your ear pressed on his chest and he panics, maybe you were hearing his beating heart that wants to break out its cage, the noise his heart made might wake you up, taking a deep breath to calm his heart, Myungho sighs, resting his cheek on your head.

“God, she really is bad for me,”

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[fugitive-96]

Spirit of the season (TG/FTF/ID Possession)

"God, it's freezing out here!" Ted vented out through gritted teeth as he shoved his arms even further into his pockets.

"Just hang on a second, I think I've got it." Jack said prying at the lock on the front door.

Ted and Jack were standing outside of a large manor house that had been abandoned for a long time, that had garnered a bit of a reputation in their town.

"I can't believe I agreed to keep you company. I should be at home roasting nuts or something, now I'm just freezing mine off." Ted said stomping his feet in the snow to keep his legs warm.

"You can't deny that you're curious. Besides no-one's entered this house in decades, with how dilapidated it is and all the snowfall can you imagine what it'll look like inside?" Jack asked still working on the lock.

"Judging by the outside, I'm imagining it looking like an Addams family Christmas special." Ted replied miserably.

"Got it." Jack said as he pushed the creaking double-doors open.

"Ladies first?" Jack said jokingly gesturing inside. "Oh piss off." Ted said rushing in to escape the cold.

Once they both entered they were greeted by the dark interior of the house, before they each took out their phones in order to get some light.

As they walked into the house they saw just how gothic the interior was, from the furniture to the banisters to even the carpeting, it was practically designed to be a creepy abandoned house.

They continued walking through as Jack took photos, exploring the bottom floor until they reached the main living area. They found the place was decorated for Christmas, with a tree and various wall decorations.

"Is it just me, or is it actually pretty warm in here?" Ted said turning to Jack.

"You aren't wrong." Jack said taking off his bigger coat leaving him with just a thin red jacket covering his black t-shirt and jeans.

"But there can't be any functional heating in here, and there's that giant hole in the roof." Ted said gesturing over to the main living area where a hole from above had allowed snow to fall in which had topped an armchair.

"Now that's a shot." Jack said taking a photo.

Jack was a fairly curious person and very enthusiastic about exploring new places, his roommate Ted not so much, yet they both managed to get along and didn't mind spending Christmas Eve exploring an abandoned house seeing as their relationships with their families weren't exactly strong.

"C'mon let's see what's upstairs." Jack said as Ted followed him.

The stairs creaked loudly with each step as they could hear the freezing wind howling outside, despite the house's interior still being a comfortable temperature.

Upon reaching the next floor they were greeted by the sight of a long dark corridor, even their phone lights couldn't illuminate the other side.

"Is this house even long enough to have a corridor like this?" Ted asked mildly concerned.

"Well it has one so clearly it is." Jack replied as he started walking down it.

After eventually reaching the end of the corridor they were greeted by an aged looking door, which Jack opened revealing a bedroom on the other side of it.

"This must have been the owner's bedroom." Jack said entering with Ted close behind.

Despite the dilapidated state of the rest of the house the bedroom still seemed fairly well maintained, with a large bed with curtains along each side of it, a fireplace and various frames and items scattered around the room, along with more Christmas decorations.

"Who lived here again?" Ted asked inspecting the shelf next to him.

"Couldn't say. There weren't many records kept of this place or the owner that I could find. All there was was the reputation and attitudes of the townsfolk at the time, who found this place and the owner to be fairly unusual in her activities." Jack said looking around as he lit the candle stands that were in the room. "Well we know the owner was a she, what kind of activities?" Ted asked.

"Apparently people would show up to this house on Christmas Eve, like a lot of people, but after a few days they'd never be seen again, the last trace of them were apparently what the town could hear coming from the house."

As Jack spoke still looking around Ted looked at him getting progressively concerned. He thought they'd showed up because they had nothing better to do, now he finds out people showed up on this day in the past and vanished afterwards.

"It's weird, the look of this place says it's over a hundred years old, but people in town and what few records there were vary with when exactly the owner died other than it being around Christmas, it could've been as recent as the 90's. I mean the owner could've changed over the years but it's just weird, like this place inhabits it's own... eh forget it."

"It's own what? C'mon man let's get out of here, after what you've said we probably shouldn't have come here tonight." Ted asked, but before Jack could answer there was a sudden chill in the air and a breeze that blew the door shut.

"Oh, great." Ted said annoyed as he walked over to the door and began pulling at the handle, but it wouldn't budge.

"Shit, this thing's really stuck." Ted said getting more aggressive with the door.

"I don't get it, how was there a breeze just now? There aren't any windows open in here."

"Maybe it came through the corridor." "And blew the door shut? C'mon Ted." "Well it's possible, maybe it came from the fireplace." Ted replied now kicking the door.

There was another breeze that suddenly blew out the candles that were lighting the room.

"Great." Ted said turning back to Jack with his phone torch back on but was slightly taken aback by what he saw.

Jack's face seemed slightly different, his skin was far smoother and his traces of facial hair had vanished. His eyes also looked slightly wider whilst his chin was more rounded. That wasn't the only thing that looked different.

"Uh dude, what's with your jacket? And did you shave?" Ted asked.

Looking down Jack saw that his jacket looked a bit different, it was tighter fitting than it was before and made his waist look slimmer, but more noticeable was the weight on his chest that felt like it was tightly tucked into his jacket. He slowly took the zipper and pulled it down, watching as it had contoured to the new shape on his chest, slowly revealing a set of cleavage peaking through the zip once he had it halfway down. He poked at it, before feeling it against the material of his t-shirt and how sensitive it felt.

Looking at his arms he saw the sleeves of his red jacket were further up his arms, with his skin now being smoother along with his hands looking manicured.

His whole outfit seemed to have adjusted to his new form, with his jeans having tightened to show off is curvier legs, whilst his jacket and black shirt rode up slightly showing just a bit of his toned stomach.

"Wha.. Ah!" Jack couldn't get any words out as he took in his new body, reaching his arms around to cup his now plump ass cheeks.

“It’s gonna be okay dude! Whatever’s happening to you we.. we’ll fix it, we just need to find a way to get out of here.” Ted said in a panicked tone before turning around and shining his torch around the walls of the room.

The two then jumped when they heard the clock in the room chime, marking it as now being Christmas as it's sound echoed all though out the house.

Ted turned back to the door again desperately trying to open it, but as he was turned around a ghostly form emerged from the clock. There were no distinct features to it, just a white cloud shaped like the outline of a woman.

"Merry Christmas." It whispered in a faint voice to Jack before silently slipping into his body, causing him to stiffen for a moment with his head looking up before relaxing his body, tilting his head that now had a misty glow to his eyes.

“Mmm..” Jack let out a feminine moan stretching his body as he did so.

Ted turned to see his friend stretching his arms up, forcing his new cleavage together whilst his legs were pointed inwards, showing off his curvier form.

“Ooh now that’s much better!” Jack said as he rustled his hair and face with his hands for barely a second, but within that second his whole head changed. His blonde hair immediately grew out into a longer form, before pulling his delicate hands down revealing his completely feminized face, looking nothing like Jack anymore and still having the glowing eyes.

“Y.. you’re not Jack..” Ted said with a quivering voice looking at the woman who had once been his friend.

"Oh honey you'd be right about that." She replied flirtatiously as she walked towards him, her arms swaying along with her hips. Whoever this was she'd quickly adjusted to her new body, if it weren't for everything else that had happened Ted would've found it an appealing sight as she approached.

Ted backed up into the locked door fearfully.

"Now, aren't you a tasty thing." She said once she reached him, running her finger down his body whilst licking her upper lip.

The door suddenly opened and Ted fell backwards out of it landing on the floor, as the woman crept out after him.

"Now, are we going to get to have some fun now?" She said crouching down before she started crawling on top of Ted.

He quickly got to his feet and started running along the ridiculously long corridor he and Jack had walked down earlier, but having dropped his phone he couldn't see a thing as he ran.

"Oh, my present's on the run, and not even wrapped yet." The woman said in a pouty voice before pointing her hand towards Ted as it shot a pink ball of energy.

It temporarily lit up the corridor before it hit Ted as he continued running, causing his run to slow and him to stumble as he felt his body start contorting and twisting, with parts bulging out and pulling in, along with the sounds of clothes tearing and a stretching, almost rubbery sound accompanying it as something was slapped onto his body. He tried his best to fight through the pain as he shook his face that suddenly felt different, almost as though the weight of it had changed as he felt his eyes widen, his nose pull in, and longer hair smacking the sides of his face as he ran. That wasn't the only thing he felt swaying as he ran, something was on his chest, two large mounds of something before he again heard the rubbery sound followed by his chest feeling tighter, almost constricted.

He then heard the hit of his trainers against the floorboards shift into the patter of heels as he nearly tripped when feeling his feet become elevated off the ground and repositioned, causing him to catch himself on the nearby bannister.

As he did there was just enough light for him to see the delicate feminine hand with glossy red nail polish that was resting there instead of his own, before slowly bringing it up as his attention was then drawn to the mass on his chest blocking the view of the rest of his lower torso, along with the shiny red material covering it.

He staggered out of the corridor and down the stairs almost falling into the Christmas tree as he finally had enough light to see himself.

He inspected his now feminine body that was incased in a red latex catsuit. He grabbed at his face feeling that it too had changed, with now long blonde hair trickling down from his head. He swayed slightly for a moment adjusting to his new proportions, along with him feeling a certain lack of something between his legs, before turning on the spot with his new heels clicking against the floorboards.

He looked up to the darkened corridor he'd just ran down as he heard the familiar sound of Jack's shoes, before the sound shifted into the click of heels, along with more sounds of material tearing and stretching but also a feminine chuckle. Moments later he was greeted by the sight of what was once Jack, only her clothes had shifted into leather and latex, along with her hair having lengthened and now having a collar.

He could see her foggy glowing eyes as she approached but once she entered the light they were normal.

"Now that's better." The woman said whipping her hair back over her shoulders.

"I..." Ted stammered for words but was still in shock, not even noticing the lights on the tree now being on and the room itself now looking as though it had been restored to what it once was.

"Oh shhh shhh shhh.." The woman said placing a finger over Ted's mouth.

"Is my present a little confused?" The woman said once again in a playfully pouty voice.

She then ran her finger down from Ted's newly plumped lips and to her latex covered chest, before making a swirl with her finger around one of his breasts, Ted admittedly beginning to feel a pleasant sensation as she did so.

"How about this?" The woman said fully groping Ted's breast with her hand, causing his legs to buckle as his head was forced up by the sensations burning through him. He tried fighting it but an eventual feminine moan escaped his lips.

"There it is." The woman said placing her hand around Ted's chin as she brought him into direct line of sight with her.

"Now, I'm so glad you and your friend decided to come by and visit me, on my anniversary of all evenings, but I'm afraid I need a little more from you." She said placing her other hand on Ted's forehead causing him to let out a quiet gasp. "Hmmm... the world certainly is different now, this place probably needs refurbishing for the times." The woman said turning around to look at the room.

After the shock of feeling the woman in his mind Ted ran, struggling to do so in the heels he'd been forced into. He wasn't even paying attention to where he was running, ending up only going deeper into the house. As he did the place seemed different, as though the house was becoming refurbished with each new room he entered, but also things like the furniture appeared to be modernizing.

Eventually he gave up running out of exhaustion having reached another large room, taking in the newly refurbished appearance of it, still struggling to balance on his heels as he looked around even finding himself strangely comfortable in the room despite the ordeal he was still going through.

He found a curved seat connected to bars hanging from the ceiling with various Christmas decorations along the side of it and decided to sit whilst he collected his thoughts. He was finding it slightly awkward to get comfortable and found himself shifting around on it, but the more he did the more he began enjoying the feeling of his curvaceous rear rubbing against the latex it was encased in.

He knew he didn't have time for this, that woman could be here any second, but the mix of curiosity and pleasure that was seeping into his mind got the better of him. He turned his body to where it was now lying against the curved seat and began grinding and running his body across it, his legs spread as he rubbed his crotch and chest against the seat whilst holding onto the bars as he moved himself. He could feel himself getting hotter as he ran a hand over his head as he huffed and panted with pleasure, closing his eyes as he took in all the sensations of his new body.

As he continued writhing and moaning he failed to notice the woman walk into the room having caught up to him, not that she needed to hurry or struggled to find him given the noises he was making.

Her heels clicked against the floor as she approached Ted, before reaching a hand over and running it along Ted's back causing him to let out a louder moan.

Ted knew she was there but didn't care, he knew she was doing this to him, but the pleasure he was feeling overcrowded any other senses or feelings he had about the situation he was in.

The woman took his dainty hand and gently stood him up. He was still trembling with pleasure as she led him to the nearest wall and leaned him against it.

"Now, feeling better? Are you going to run off again?" She said playfully as she ran both of her hands from Ted's crotch up over his chest and to his shoulders, causing Ted to tremble even more as he shook his head cooing at the sensations.

"I thought so. Now my little present, look into my eyes." She said lowering her head slightly as Ted shot his head down to look at her. "Listen close, listen well, listen deep. You're mine." The woman said, with each statement her voice seemed to gradually echo louder in Ted's head.

"I'm yours." Ted responded, his feminine voice sounding dazed as his body relaxed. "You live for me. I am your creator, you are my lover, I am all there is."

Despite the nature of what she was saying, Ted couldn't stop listening. He knew that all the sensations he'd just experienced were gifted to him by her. He struggled to recollect any concerns he had, any fears, he was even forgetting Jack and why he came here, or what his name even was. All he knew was the pleasure of whatever this woman had turned him into, and that was all he was meant to feel, meant to be. Ted knew.. Thea knew that she was but an object of pleasure for her mistress, and with how it made her feel why would she want to be anything else. She lived for mistress Tashia.

"I live for you. You are my creator, I am your lover, you are all there is." Thea responded with a now pleasured tone to her voice, but her face was staring vacantly.

"Good! Now this default form of yours will be how you remain when with me, and it is quite the hot fucking sight, but let's change you up a bit." Tashia said before pulling Thea in even closer with a more intense stare.

"You are my present, my plaything. I can make you whatever I want, look however I want, think whatever I want." She continued as Thea's body began to change again. Her features were now shifting into another woman's face, with bigger eyes, thinner eyebrows and different makeup, along with her long blonde hair darkening and shortening at the front until there was a clear fringe.

Her outfit also began to change, with the all red bodysuit now darkening, whilst from her waist down it turned black and pulled itself up and together into a latex skirt. "Now, what are you?" "I'm Thea. I'm yours." Thea replied in a now sultry feminine voice cracking a smile as she spoke, still having a slightly vacant stare to her eyes as she placed a hand on Tashia's waist and another on her rear, as though being controlled by an invisible puppeteer. "Good." With that Tashia shifted her own form as well, within seconds her blonde hair was now red and tied up behind her head, and her previous outfit had morphed into an all red dress with a pointed collar and pointed sections at the shoulders, along with red fishnet stockings.

She placed her hands around Thea's head who continued to stare into her eyes that began to lose their vacant look as they took on a lustful appearance.

"Now my little present, let's have ourselves a little Christmas fun."

[docleonidas]

Security Breach: Aftermath

Part 3

After close to a week of testing, both of knowledge and behavior, the Doctor had finally been deemed ready to join his fellow robotic counterparts in the Pizzaplex itself. His large frame, close to 9 feet tall, drew cautious looks from the construction workers as they hurried to meet the deadline of the new opening of the pizzaplex.

The lion glanced down at his clipboard, to which he had the new map layout of the building as he tried to orient himself in the large atrium. It was highly unhelpful that quite a few locations on the west wing were still being renovated, but he soon spotted Monty Golf on the North Eastern side. While south of that was where his office and first aid room would be located, North was where he needed to go for now.

He was in no rush, taking his time as he walked through the winding corridor linking the atrium and Rockstar Row. Several photography spots dotted the neon lit hallway as he curiously eyed the various space variants of his future co-workers. An odd choice of attire, being that they would not need to breathe in space, but he understood children would not grasp the difference.

The door slid open, revealing the gift shop, or at least one of them, the doctor raising an eyebrow as he noticed one of the human staff members peeking nervously from where she had been filling the stock behind the counter. He gave a light bow, before shifting his stance and moving on, not wanting to intimidate the young lady, but silently chuckling at the fact that they were even stocking plushies of Glamrock Hippo and himself. He doubted they would sell well.

Rockstar Row stretched out before him, his metallic feet making rather heavy thuds over the solid flooring. He frowned, attempting to move quieter, which only elicited a hearty laugh from one of the workers passing by. "Ain't no use you trying to be quiet round 'ere mate, you guys are all too heavy fer it." The construction worker said cheerfully as he wheeled a cart of materials by the Doctor, making the robot sigh awkwardly before adjusting his glasses.

"I see. I'm still adjusting for now." The lion said, straightening up a bit and adjusting his collar. "I don't suppose you could direct me to Miss Chica's room?" He asked, rather perplexed that the four rooms all had construction cloth around them. The map was also unhelpful, only showing the area name. "Chica? That bird is the first on yer right, can't miss 'er" The worker called without looking back, the door snapping shut and leaving the Lion alone in the empty room.

A few strides took him to the first of the four rooms, and he knocked swiftly, awaiting a response. When one was not forthcoming, he knocked again, this time calling out. "Miss Chica, are you there? I was told to come introduce myself."

Once again, the room was silent. He pondered to himself if he should let himself in. All the robotic staff had full access in case of any issues, but he decided against it. Best to not antagonize his coworker on the first day.

Knowing where Chica's room was however, he knew Montgomery was next door, and yet, Monty was last on his list. He was a bit too violent, from how people described him, so the doctor decided to move onto Roxanne, who would be the other side of Monty.

Unlike Chica's room, he could hear Roxanne talking on the other side of the door as he approached. He rapped his knuckles on the door and stepped back slightly. The voice inside stopped before sliding open, revealing the robotic wolf on the other side. She wore a look of annoyance and confusion, but hid it quickly.

"Please tell me they aren't replacing Freddy with you." The wolf groaned, before beckoning him inside. The lion ducked slightly to pass the door frame before standing to his full height once inside. "Far from it Miss Roxanne. I am just here to introduce myself. And nice to meet you as well Miss Chica." The lion nodded to the two, surprised in a way to see Chica in the room as well.

"I'm not a band member. But I do hope to work with you both in the near future. I'll be moving into the first aid center between the daycare and atrium, though I will be overseeing both medical and mental issues for humans and robots alike."

Roxanne rolled her eyes. "So what, we come along, you tell people we are not up to the task and get us replaced? Look, we're a bit on edge is all. We don't remember much other than waking up damaged, but we can do our jobs just fine" She growled, positioning herself between Chica and the newcomer.

The Doctor shook his head. "It was not my intention to upset you." He replied, leaning back a little. "None of what we discuss will be relayed to the company. I will be acting as a fully accredited Therapist. Anything we discuss in a meeting is completely private."

Roxy still looked like she didn't trust him, but she glanced back at Chica, who had still not said a word. "We aren't being given a choice in this are we?" She huffed, crossing her arms and leaning back, sounding annoyed. "Look, I'm going to be in there with Chica when it's her turn. No arguments." The wolf said with a snarl.

The Doctor nodded. "Anytime over the next few days is fine. Just let me know in advance. Montgomery will also need to come in too, so if you could let him know, I would appreciate it." The lion stated, tilting his head. "In the meantime, I believe I have taken up too much of your time already. Good day ladies." He said with a light smile and a bow, before ducking to exit the room.

As the door slid closed behind him, he let out a light sigh of relief. Roxy had been rather protective, but he had learned some useful knowledge from the interaction. He was looking forwards to their first meeting.

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