I have been breeding for a Latte/Cottoncandy/Cottoncandy dragon for over a year now. I started with pairs with big ranges and over time I got close ranges and kicked out the old ones. Now only 7 pairs remain with close ranges. In all that time, I never got the right colors, not even once. Finally, one of my pairs gave me the right colors. It’s not the right breed or the right gender, but I don’t care. I finally got the right colors.
never been good in storms, but I was even worse in hospitals, so when
the choice came to go visit Nana, my ma’s mother, or stay home and brave
the thunder and lightning on my own, I only hesitated for a moment
before making my decision.
“You sure you don’t want to come, Hannah?” Ma asked, hovering uncertainly in the doorway leading to the garage.
A/N: Thank you to all those who followed me and read my first fic! I’m thinking of doing a part two to this one, so if you like it, let me know!
Your fire escape had always been your favourite part
of your apartment. Situated outside your
bedroom window, you had spent countless hours of your life lounging on the
metal steps, reading a book or catching up on some homework. Last summer, you had wound a string of fairy
lights around the rails, which were coated in shiny dark paint. Your landlady had protested at first but,
after you proved that they weren’t endangering the use of the fire escape in
any way, she had let you keep them. The
small victory had brought a smile to your face, and now your escape was even
cozier than before, and was still just as cozy a year later. This year’s summer brought scorching heat and
clear nights, and you spent most of your free time out on your escape, trying
to catch a breeze.
You sat on your fire escape now, wearing a lightweight
hoodie and pajama shorts, doodling in a journal. School was out for the week and tomorrow didn’t
require a six am wake up call, leaving you free to stay up late and admire the
Queens skyline at night. It was nights
like these that you loved the most; nights that seemed like they were pulled
straight from a movie scene, with stars that glimmered like flames, a full moon
bigger than you had ever seen before, and the sounds of the city mixing in with
the quiet melodies that drifted out of the speakers propped up on your window
sill. You would be content for the rest
of your life if you could keep moments like these forever.
A toothpaste brand claims their product will destroy more plaque than any product ever made. A politician tells you their plan will create the most jobs. We’re so used to hearing these kinds of exaggerations in advertising and politics that we might not even bat an eye.
But what about when the claim is accompanied by a graph? After all, a graph isn’t an opinion. It represents cold, hard numbers, and who can argue with those? Yet, as it turns out, there are plenty of ways graphs can mislead and outright manipulate. Here are some more things to look out for.
First of all, the scale is inconsistent, compressing the 15-month span after March 2009 to look shorter than the preceding six months. Using more consistent data points gives a different picture with job losses tapering off by the end of 2009. And if you wonder why they were increasing in the first place, the timeline starts immediately after the U.S.’s biggest financial collapse since the Great Depression.
These techniques are known as cherry picking. A time range can be carefully chosen to exclude the impact of a major event right outside it. And picking specific data points can hide important changes in between. Even when there’s nothing wrong with the graph itself, leaving out relevant data can give a misleading impression.
This chart of how many people watch the Super Bowl each year makes it look like the event’s popularity is exploding. But it’s not accounting for population growth. The ratings have actually held steady because while the number of football fans has increased, their share of overall viewership has not.
Finally, a graph can’t tell you much if you don’t know the full significance of what’s being presented. Both of the following graphs use the same ocean temperature data from the National Centers for Environmental Information. So why do they seem to give opposite impressions? The first graph plots the average annual ocean temperature from 1880 to 2016, making the change look insignificant. But in fact, a rise of even half a degree Celsius can cause massive ecological disruption. This is why the second graph, which show the average temperature variation each year, is far more significant.
When they’re used well, graphs can help us intuitively grasp complex data. But as visual software has enabled more usage of graphs throughout all media, it’s also made them easier to use in a careless or dishonest way. So the next time you see a graph, don’t be swayed by the lines and curves. Look at the labels, the numbers, the scale, and the context, and ask what story the picture is trying to tell.
Practicing diligently every day:
improvement of approximately 0.0017% per week
Skipping practice for one (1) day:
complete loss of muscle memory, tone quality drop to that of a child playing for the first time, range decreases by an octave and a half, sight-reading skills evaporate
every time Bruce starts lecturing someone, Tim’ll stand slightly behind him and talk over him really loudly in a deeper voice until Bruce is looking like Murder
Tim, flashing two 5 dollar bills and a PIzza Hut coupon: “maybe this will convince you”
at galas, when Bruce has a pretty lady on his arm, Tim will lean over and whisper “she doesn’t have the range” “What??” “she doesn’t have the range, Bruce.”
one time he ate an entire 1lb bag of sour gummi worms in one sitting. he had never wished for death more than during those following hours of complete misery. his stomach was collapsing inwards and his tongue was numb
fell asleep at a WE meeting with his eyes open and freaked out half the people in the room. one guy thought he might have died and security was called. Bruce brings it up every time he’s pissed at tim.
Prompt - SP thinks his North side girlfriend is ashamed of him until Toni shows him a video of the reader defending him Pairing - Sweet Pea x reader Warnings - swearing
a/n this is my first sweet pea imagine and request for riverdale i hope you like it
You had been dating sweet pea for almost 2 months now. You had gone to visit jug at the trailer park when you first met the cute serpent and both clicked more or less instantly getting together.
You wanted to tell B&V about sweet pea but just as you was about to archie had started some form of feud with sweet pea and the serpents. Every time someone mentions them Archie would lose it so you kept your relationship with sweets a secret.
You and sweets was in pops car park when you saw Archie and Betty and Veronica in there. “you hungry” he asks, “no” you say too quick pulling him away from your friends. “I wanna go for a ride” you say trying to get him to leave fast. Sweet pea knew something was up with you and as he looked up seeing the bright red hair of Archie he began to know what it was. Once back at the Southside sweet pea had given you the cold shoulder, pouting and being snappy.
You watched him go outside for a smoke following him out to find out what’s up with him. “why you in a mood” you asked him. “nothing” he snapped back at you not looking up from the ground. When you went to go back inside he looked at you. “wait, are you ashamed of telling your north side friends about me” he said in a softer voice. You stopped looking back at him, “what no” you say back unsure where this was coming from.
“Then what was today all about, you literally dragged me away from pops because that North side idiot was in there” he said looking slightly hurt. “when I call you and your with them you say you’ll call me back and act different, you won’t even let me drop you off at your door because Archie might see us, isn’t that what you said” his voice a mix of anger and sadness.
You felt bad as he listed all the things that made it look like you was ashamed of him, but you wasn’t you loved him. Stepping closer to him putting your hand on his, “sweets I know it sound like that but your wrong” you plead with him. “then tell me, tell why I’m your secret” now he sounded more angry. “because of this fight your having with them, if I tell them it’s going to cause more trouble than soon enough I’m gonna be made to between you or my friends and I’m not ready to make that choice” you say back now had tears in your eyes.
Sweet pea stepped back moving his hand from you, “well I’ll make it easy for you, where done I knew being with a north side wouldn’t of worked and I was right, goodbye y/n” he said walking off to his motorcycle. As you shouted his name crying heartbroken.
It was two days after sweet broke up with you, you had tried to text and call him but each one ignored. you was sat in pops with Archie, Betty, Kevin, Veronica and Reggie who for some reason was Archie’s new bff. You wasn’t in a social mood, Archie was banging on about some fight he’d had with sweet pea and the other serpents. Every time someone said his name you felt your heart brake more.
In the end Archie was beginning to annoy you. “he’s nothing but scum they all are they are like an idiotic plague ruining the Southside and that sweet pea is worst one” Archie shouted. That was it you couldn’t sit there anymore “really Archie, your calling them scum, they wouldn’t have bothered you if you didn’t cause it all to begin with” you shouted. “your the one who pulled a gun on sweets, in the middle of the south side and your calling him a thug” you continue to shout as the whole of pops watched.
Kevin looked at the tension between you and Archie making a joke to lighten the mood “oh y/n defending the serpent, your not into him are you” he said. Everyone went quite as you didn’t respond “Omg you are into that thug” Archie screamed. What none of your group knew was Jughead and toni was sat in a booth on the other side of the diner. they both watched when Archie started talking trash. “remind me why he’s your friend she ask Jughead, jug didn’t say nothing not sure what was wrong with Archie lately. they watched as y/n stood up to Archie, Toni took out her phone, Jug looked at her "What are you doing?” he asked, Toni didn’t answer but kept filming the rest of the argument.
over at the south side sweet pea was with fangs and some of the other serpent’s, although his mind was else where. fangs had made fun of how distant he was how he never thought sweet pea would be so sweet for a north side girl. getting frustrated “shut up I’m not she was just a bit of fun” he said trying to lie to himself. sweet pea went to taking his anger out on the pool table beating almost everyone he played.
Toni can in calling him out, pea went to her followed by fangs. “what do you want Topaz?” he asked “seen your buddy Andrew’s at pops today” she said sarcastically. sweet frowned and went to go back to his game not wanting to talk about Archie Andrews or any other north sider. “sweet pea, wait you need to see this” she said holding out her phone.
he looked at the screen seeing his redheaded enemy and y/n, “what is this?” he asked not really wanting to watch her with the north siders a reminder he’d lost her to them. “just watch it pea” everyone round him said at once. sweet pea pressed the triangle button to play the video.
he watched the start as Archie ripped into the serpent’s, but didn’t look all he noticed was the say yet annoyed expression on y/n. He watched her back him and his friends “and your calling him a thug” sweets gave a small smile, he watched as the sheriffs son commented on her possibly having a soft spot for the gang member.
“your into ain’t you?” Archie asked her. for a few seconds sweets breath stopped as he waited to see her reply. “yes, yes I like sweet pea a lot actually I’ve been seeing him for a few weeks now!” she said, sweet pea felt a smile spread across his face. he couldn’t help laugh at the looked on the north side groups faces. “your not really dating that south side piece of crap your picking him over us” Archie screamed at y/n.
“yes Archie I was until we had a fight because I knew when I told you all this argument would happened so I kept sweets a secret and now he want speak to me because he thought I was ashamed of him.” y/n shouted back. y/n stepped out the booth looking back at the group “when at the moment I feel more ashamed to be your friend Archie” she said walking out the diner tears in her eyes, as the video ended. sweets could hear the crack in her voice, it hurt him to see her so upset, yet proud to see his girl have his back. sweets sent the video to his phone, then gave Toni her phone back “thanks Topaz” he said genuinely.
you sat in your room crying you had lost sweets and now your group of friends. your phone rang a bunch of times not wanting to talk to anyone you let it ring out each time. once the constant ringing stopped you looked to see who it was shocked to see 20 miss calls. clicking on the list you saw 5 from Archie 3 from veronica 8 from betty 2 from Jughead and finally 2 from sweet pea. your mind raced to why he would be calling you did he want to get back together or did you still have one of his jackets and he wanted it back. your finger hovered over sweets name as you fought with yourself if you should call him back. lost in your own mind, you screamed when a knocked on the window came. looking up you saw sweets pointing for you to open it, you smiled running over. Sweet Pea climbed into your room, it amazed you how easy it was for him to climb up to your room. “what are you doing here you ask timidly, now unsure what he was doing here.
he took a step closer to you "I saw an interesting video today that showed me how much of an idiot I am” he said. you was even more confused now, but before you could ask anything else you heard your voice from his phone. “who, how when, how did you get this” you ask. sweet looks at you chuckling “Toni, but that doesn’t matter” he said putting his hands on your hips. “what matters is I should have known you have my back, you stood up for me even after I pushed you away and I never want to fight and lose you again, I love you y/n” he said kissing you. You kissed him back putting your arms round his neck. when he pulled back you smiled I love you too sweet pea.
Summary: AU. Reader rushes to her ex-boyfriend’s side when he’s in an accident.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Word Count: 4,733
language, angst, referenced car accident/motorcycle accident, hospital, doctors, injury, fluff, more angst, more fluff, drunk driving mention, nothing gory, I’m not a damn doctor okay? Shonda Rhimes taught me this shit.
First off I’m so sorry for how late this was but I think you guys are going to like this one. I’m going to try to be more consistent with posting in the future. Also, shout out to my best friend for bribing me to get me to finish writing this chapter and also having a huge impact on the ending of it. so as also, Enjoy!!
Stan ignored the 3 calls from Richie that night. Richie tried him one last time as he sat on his couch and absentmindedly flipped channels. After a few rings, Stan’s voice asked to leave a message, played through the receiver. As the beep sounded Richie sighed.
“You know Stanley if this relationship is going to work you really need to stop ignoring me. Call me back.”
He sighed again as he hung up the phone and dropped his head back against the back of the couch. Looking around his living room he figured it was about time he cleaned up his apartment a bit.
The studio apartment itself was pretty small. It had been the first one Richie had been able to afford when he was still a student and trying to get out of his parent’s place. it wasn’t that his parents were that bad, they were actually pretty good; especially to his younger sister, Richie just wasn’t the biggest fan of family drama. So he has moved out as soon as possible and even though now that he had enough money to get a much nicer place, the small space was his home.
Not really feeling like cleaning at that exact moment, Richie picked up his phone again and dialed another familiar number. the phone rang a few times before Bev picked up.
“Heyo, couldn’t get enough of me this morning?” Bev greeted, Richie could hear the click of a door somewhere in the background.
“I never can. So Stan’s mad at me again.” Richie stood and wandered into the kitchen and throw open the fridge door.
“When isn’t he? Did you tell him about the…dating thing.” Bev paused before the word dating and giggled to herself quietly.
“Yep, he didn’t take it so well. worried people will hear about it. Wanna come over for a bit and watch something?” He grabbed a bottle of water and headed back towards the couch.
“He’s probably worried about it affecting his reputation or something. And I can’t, Ben just got back. don’t you have something you can mark or something for work?” Richie could hear someone’s muffled voice coming from Bev’s end.
“I’ll find something, tell ol’Benny that I said hi. Talk to ya later.” Richie hung up, not wanting to interrupt anymore of their night then he already had. Whenever Ben would get back from work trips he would make Bev a romantic dinner and they would spend the night together. Bev never shared any details so Richie assumed it was super dirty, whatever it was.
In the end, he decided to watch some old reruns of comedy shows, and then went to bed somewhat early. He woke up a couple times throughout the night, figuring it was because he wasn’t looking forward to the next day and his body was giving him two big middle fingers just like the rest of his life, he rolled over and tried to fall back asleep.
The morning wasn’t much better than the night. As another big ‘Fuck you’ from life, the power had gone out sometime during the night, restarting all of the appliances, including his alarm clock.
He hurriedly got dress and rushed out of his apartment at 9:20, ten minutes before his first class started. Looking into the rearview mirror, He tried to run his fingers through his out of control hair. He gave up and focused on not being extremely late to class.
His focus didn’t really help and he ended up being about 10 minutes late. He threw the door open when he got to the classroom and barged in, apologizing as he made his way across the room, ignoring looking at the front of the room for totally different reasons than before. His willpower not to look wasn’t strong enough and as he passed by the middle he glanced down to the front.
Eddie was staring at him, his mouth slightly open, but dropped his head down to look at his desk when they meet eyes. Well, that was something he had never done. Richie’s eye’s roamed over to Bill who was looking at Eddie with a concerned look. That look turned to anger as Bill faced the front of the room.
Richie quickly turned away, those looks were 100% worse then the ones Eddie used to give him.
He greeted the class as he got to his desk and started setting up his computer for the movie they were going to watch that week, the students chatting amongst themselves as he did.
Once he had everything set up he crossed back across the room to shut off the lights, completely avoiding looking at any of the students as he made his way. He stopped to pull the screen down on his way back and quickly hit play on his computer.
Richie sighed as he sat at his desk, He was so glad it was a movie day and not one where he would actually have to interact with a specific someone, but as the movie went on Richie couldn’t help but let his eyes wander from the screen towards the front of the room.
Usually, on movie days he would always find eye’s staring back at him and that sly little smirk following. Today he was just meet with the side of Eddie’s face or occasionally the top of his head. Richie didn’t like when the students didn’t pay attention to what was going on in class but he almost preferred Eddie with his head down because then he didn’t have to see his face, which looked pretty sad.
Richie was pretty sure during the hour and a half class that he had stared at Eddie more then he had the whole semester. He just couldn’t seem to take his eye’s off of the boy and he wasn’t even doing anything. Just sitting there, looking kinda sad in a dark classroom.
Richie rubbed his forehead as the credits started to play and he stood and crossed the room towards the light switch. A few of the students groaned and squinted at the light. Richie turned and paused at the door before heading back to his desk. the class quickly emptied with Eddie and Bill being two of the first to leave.
The next class with Eddie was basically the same. It was a class discussion and every time Richie would come around to Eddie’s group to listen he would go quiet and look down at his notes, completely ignoring Richie.
At the end of the class when all the students had handed back their work, Richie found himself actually bummed to find Eddie’s looking exactly like the other students. No note, no slightly flirty subtext in his writing, he had just answered the question and that was it.
It was almost more distracting to mark then when there were notes on the page. He marked half the paper then called Bev to ask if she wanted to go out for drinks or something. He didn’t even try to call Stan, who still hadn’t said anything to him since the ‘fake dating’ thing.
Bev said she would bring Ben and as a last minute thought Richie called Mike to see if he was interested in going out somewhere. He had been pretty fun last time and maybe he had some insight on Stan’s bitchy behavior.
They had decided to go to Tavern, a pretty good bar with decent food and Mike enthusiastically agreed to meet them there.
By the time he had finished marking everything and made it the Tavern, Bev and Ben were already there with a table towards the back. Richie quickly crossed the floor and flopped down into the spot beside Ben, dropping his face into his crossed arms.
“Welcome back Haystack, have a nice trip.” He mumbled against the material of his sleeve. Richie had drunkenly called Ben Haystacks when they were looking at childhood photos one night and he found the nickname so funny that it kinda stuck, despite Ben looking nothing like he had when he was younger.
Richie loved Bev’s future husband. The first time they had met he had been a little hesitant about him because he came off as somewhat shy and reserved but the more he got to know him the more he found out he liked about him. Ben was pretty good at keeping up with Richie’s banter, which most people weren’t too good at, he could completely drink Richie under the table, which Richie respected and he was absolutely head over heels in love with Bev which was maybe one of Richie’s favourite things about him, because Bev deserved someone who was.
“It wasn’t too bad, Canada’s really nice right now. Stan’s not coming today?” Ben asked as Bev reached across the table and pushed Richie’s head up till he was sitting.
“Mommy and daddy are fighting right now.” Bev laughed at the look Richie was giving her, his face slightly squished where her hand was holding him up. She let go of his head and laughed again when it landed back on his arm.
“As long as I get to be daddy in that scenario.” Richie mumbled and sat back up, leaning on his hand to face Ben.
“Knowing Stan, I think you might be stuck being mommy.” Richie heard a voice come from behind him.
“Hey Mike.” Bev said excitedly as she slid over on the bench to make room for him. Richie nodded up at him as he sat.
Bev introduced Ben and Mike, which apparently wasn’t all that necessary because the two knew each other from some library thing, a book club or something, Richie kinda stopped paying attention after libraries were mentioned, he had spent more then enough time there during his university years to freely want to go back for a while.
The waitress came by and took their orders and Ben and Mike went back to talking about something a little more academic then Richie wanted to be talking about on a Friday night. He lightly kicked Bev under the table.
“Hey Marsh, wanna go for a smoke?” He asked when she turned to face him. Mike stood from the booth to let Bev out as she nodded and grabbed her purse. The two headed towards the back of the room where the rear exit was.
Richie leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway as Bev pulled out the carton of cigarettes from her bag.
“So you and Stan seriously still aren’t talking?” She asked as she stuck the filtered end in her mouth and lit it.
“Nope. He’s acting like I fucked his sister or something.” Richie took the lighter from Bev and lit his own.
“And you’re sure you didn’t do or say anything else that would have pissed him off?” She joined him against the wall, looking up at him as he thought.
“Nope.” He said after a few seconds of thinking. “Not that I can think of. I told him Eddie thought we were dating and then he stormed out, speaking of Eddie I don’t know how much longer I can take having him in my class.” Richie paused to take a long drag from his cigarette.
“Whadda mean?” Bev turned to look up at the sky.
“I mean, I thought I would be happy when all the flirting stopped, but I don’t know if I’ve ever been so not excited for a class ever, like in both teaching and being the student sense. He just sits there like the rest of them and I can’t help but stare at him. and he won’t even look at me anymore and I should be happy about that but I’m not. At all.” Richie dropped his head back to also look up at the sky, raising his hand to his mouth.
“So wait, You’re saying you still have feelings for him!” Bev pushed off from the wall and looked over at Richie, who mumbled something that sounded like ‘maybe’ around his cigarette.
“Oh shit. I thought I told you to talk to him.” She crossed her arms, still staring up at him.
“I can’t do it.” Richie tossed what was left of his smoke to the ground and stepped on it as he walked towards the door. “Besides, I kind of think he hates me now.”
Bev rushed ahead of him and smacked him on the head as she passed. He stopped and rubbed at where she had hit, watching her as she sat down at the table and acted like she hadn’t just psychically assaulted him.
Not wanting to bring up anything that they had been talking about with the others Richie quietly sat down and joined into the conversation currently going on.
Richie thought about what Bev had said for the rest of the weekend. Both about the Stan thing and about the Eddie thing. He hated to admit it but he was starting to miss Stan so he was going to have to find some way to work that out.
Eddie was definitely another problem that he had to solve quickly. With mid-terms coming up he really didn’t want to spend his evenings awkwardly sitting in his office with Eddie marking exams late at night. That sounded like actual torture.
When Monday’s class rolled around Richie really really wasn’t looking forward to it. He lectured like normal, choosing to stay more behind his desk then he normally would. He wondered if the other students had noticed anything off about him. Probably not.
Nothing with Eddie had changed. He still didn’t look at Richie, even as he talked, just kept his head down and took notes, looking over to whisper something to Bill every once in a while.
The class ended and Richie felt even shittier then at the start.
On Tuesday Stan replied to one of the numerous stupid texts Richie had sent him but hadn’t said anything else. hey, it was some kind of progress.
Richie went into Wednesdays class feeling a little bit better. That good feeling went away completely when he saw Eddie. He just looked like he really didn’t want to be there anymore, and Richie suspected he probably didn’t.
Just like the week before, Richie hit the lights and started the short film and immediately found himself staring at the younger boy in the dark classroom. The same expressions on his face the whole time.
As the end of the movie played, Richie stood and walked to hit the lights and then turned to walk back. He walked slowly at first but picked up speed as his course angled a bit.
He was about to do something really stupid, wasn’t he? He thought to himself as he stopped in front of Eddie’s desk. Eddie looked up at him confused as he approached, from the corner of his eye he could see Bill with an almost identical look.
“I want to talk to you after class.” he said quietly, nodding as the confusion grew on Eddie’s face, and turned back towards the door. He stood there and waited as students filed out, smiling and muttering goodbyes.
Richie watched as Bill and Eddie had a whispered conversation which ended in Bill hesitantly standing and slowly walking out of the room glaring at Richie as he passed.
When the last student had left Richie closed the door and turned to face the room.
What the fuck was he doing, what was his plan even, oh right he didn’t have one. He was just thinking about Eddie and how sad he had looked and how Bev had told him they need to talk. What was he even going to say right now that wasn’t completely awkward.
“Mr. T? What did you want to talk about?” Eddie asked, still sitting at his desk. Richie shook his head and looked towards him. He noticed how different Eddie voice sounded compared to the last time they had been alone in the classroom.
Richie took a step into the room and quickly thought of something to say.
“Is Mr. Uris going to be okay with this?” Eddie asked again before Richie could even open his mouth. The question threw Richie off and then it was his turn to look confused.
“What do you mean?” He asked as he stopped in front of Eddie desk again, looking down at him.
“You being here alone with me. He didn’t seem to like it that much last time.” Eddie looked down at the binder still opened on his desk. in an attempted to not look at Richie he played with a corner of it.
“Stan, um, won’t care. I have to talk to you about a school thing anyways.” Richie looked at the top of his head and then pulled the chair Bill had been sitting in out from under the desk. He wasn’t a huge fan of the power dynamic going on here. He sat in it backwards and leaned his arms on the backrest.
“I got an email saying you were going to be my TA this year.” Richie continued when it didn’t look like Eddie was going to say anything. Eddie eye’s glanced over to Richie and he slowly turned to face him.
“Is Mr. Uris going to be okay with that?” He asked, dropping his head back down but still looking over at him with his eye’s.
“Stan doesn’t really get a say in that.”
“But won’t he get upset.” Eddie turned again to look at him.
“Not for why you think he will.” Richie muttered under his breath. “Let’s not talk about Stan right now.” He said louder, smiling what he hoped was a reassuring smile.
“He doesn’t get a say in it…” here was where he was going to say something that he regretted. “Because we’re not together. He’s just a friend. I have no romantic feelings towa-“
Richie was cut off by the light press of Eddie’s lips on his.
His eye’s widened in shock. Almost every instinct in him yelled to push away but an even bigger want for this won out, and just as he closed his eye’s and started to press back into the kiss, Eddie’s lips were gone.
“So you lied to me huh. Bill was right.” Eddie smiled to himself as he started packing up his binder. Richie sat staring up at him in complete and utter disbelief.
“Have fun getting that out of your head.” Eddie laughed as he grabbed his bag and headed for the door, swaying his hips way more than necessary.
Richie sat in the chair, staring at the door for another minute or so, not moving. When he finally did, he rubbed his face with his hands, pushing his glasses up on his face. He shook his head and smiled to himself.
So there you go, some kind of interaction between them, hope this was okay for everyone!!
Spine Mime: can mutate chest cavity and back bones to acquire any additional animal limbs on her back (arms, wings, tail, etc. and can have at most 2 limbs from the same animal present at once). Has hollow bones to account for flight ability and large beast-like feet for speed on the ground. When quirk is not in use, her torso is that of a normal human.
Pros: mobile, hand to hand combat, defense, multitasking, stellar spy/scout, hollow bones make her weightless and large feet add to her speed, can handle 2 or 3 enemies at once
Cons: overwhelmed by large groups, takes time (ranges from 1-5 min. depending on mass + number of limbs), concentration, and lots of calcium to mutate, gets woozy, growth pains, or faints if quirk is used too much without rest/food, excess limbs receive injuries like the rest of her body (take just as long to heal), very painful to morph to normal while excess limbs are injured (usually keeps limbs exposed until healed)
BTS REACTION: coming home after you tease them with nudes
“You’re never going to live this down babygirl”
Get ready because RM would not go easy on you, he asked you to stop 3 times as he was in an important meeting but you didn’t listen, that when he excused himself from the meeting and came home right away.
The second he saw you, laying on the bed in the baby blue lingerie you’d bought earlier, that’s when he snapped, taking off his belt and tying your hands to the headboard with it, that’s when he teased you with his mouth, not letting you orgasm for the rest of the night as a punishment.
Jin would be rushing home a flustered mess. A mix of emotions would swirl through him as he drive his car to your place. He wanted to roughly fuck you into the mattress until you couldn’t walk for a month, but he also wanted to punish you in such a way where you’d never EVER do this again. He smirked as he picked the second option.
When he came home and saw you in the middle of taking another one, that’s when he snatched your phone and threw it across the room.
“I’ll buy you a new one later, but for now, all fours baby”.
*reads and doesn’t reply*
That’s when you knew you were in for it. It wasn’t. Yoongi saw the nudes and dirty texts you were sending him. He did text you a few times.
“Kitten, I’m in a meeting. Stop.”
“Do you want daddy to get angry?”
“You’re in for it when I get home babygirl”
But when he read the message and didn’t reply, that’s when you worried.
He hopped in his car and turned the key, rushing to your place straight away. You already knew what position he’d want you in, ass up face down, and that’s the position he found you.
With his gummy smirk, he praised you as he made his way onto the bed, and you prepared for punishment.
“I’m getting hard, I said stop kitten.”
“If one of the boys sees this, I’ll never live this down.”
He came home straight away. He gave up trying to twist the keys as his hands shakes in anger, and just rang the doorbell multiple times instead. When you answered, completely nude, he snapped. Crashing his lips onto yours and taking you right on the wall, you weren’t able to walk for weeks after wards.
“Is my baby playing with herself whilst I’m gone? You are naughty princess.”
“Just wait until oppa gets home, I’ll make you feel better”
“I bought you those stuffies for a reason, go ride them and show daddy okay?”
Jimin, with a smirk, would happily help you. He lived nothing more than to see you using his toys when he was away. It was if you didn’t show him, that was when you got punishment.
After the meeting, you sent him multiple Videos of you riding the teddy he bought you for your birthday. He smiled as he got in the car, knowing what was in store for him when he got home.
When he opened the door, to see your naked sweaty figure with all his toys laid out, it felt like Christmas to him.
“Now let daddy lead, hmm?” He coo’d.
“You know not to touch yourself when I’m not there or without my permission”
“You little slut, that’s 20 spankings when I get home”
V wouldn’t be happy at all. But what made him Less angry, was knowing how much you were going to whine in pain and pleasure when he spanked you.
You loved your spankings, but not as much as him. When he finally came home, he grabbed you by the collar you always wore for him, and forced you over his lap.
“You get a spank for every nude and message you sent, how many did you send kitten?”
“Then that’s 26 spankings. Count. If you mess up we start over.”
And with that, he started spanking you until you couldn’t even remember your own name, but it came with a lot of after care.
“Go a little faster baby.”
“Cmon, you can add another finger, if my cock fits in you, your fingers will too.”
He’d look down at his phone, push his hair back and lick his lips slightly whilst looking at all the messages you sent him, smirking slightly at the fact you were getting off to the thought of him fucking you, the fact that you were turned on without him physically doing anything. But when he got home, that’s when everything really began.
Stripping himself of his clothes, he grabbed your ass and played with it whilst smirking, teasing you.
“God you look so much better in person.”
And after that, you couldn’t walk for almost a month.