#homeboy had no clue how bad it really was

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# “ WATCH YOU “ !!

ft. izana kurokawa x afab! reader smut

synop: izana had seen you walking and became infatuated with you to say the least, but when you get home late once night and have a surprise waiting.. what will you do?

cont: stalking! dub-con! pussy eating ( with panties on as well ) , cursing, reader passing out during sex, izana still fucks her, forced eye contact , spanking, squirting, reader submits to izana because she is affection deprived! , no clear aftercare!,

it really wasn’t supposed to go this far. he swears it wasn’t. he had seen you walking down the street from your house heading to what he guessed to be a small convenience store down the street. he layed eyes on you and that’s when he felt it, that burning in his chest. you were beautiful, once it started he couldn’t stop it.

5:47 pm

“ yeah, kenny.. “ you responded to your best friend over the phone, as you heard him walking into his home. you were down the street from your own home, you had a car but you liked walking. you walked almost everywhere. once you made it your apartment, you opened your mailbox and you instantly freaked out. “ what the actual fuck… ? “ you whispered to yourself. “ what’s wrong, y/n? “ draken had asked you, hearing your distraught curse. “ nothing, i seen something, i’m just tired. “ you said, lying. you were actually freaking out because for the past three days, you had been getting really weird mail in your box. the first day it was a love letter, you were scared to open it because you didn’t have any clue what it might have said. the second day, it was a box of chocolate. and now today, the roses.. a very pretty bright bouquet of red roses.

when you got in your apartment, you locked your door. and headed to your kitchen, laying the roses onto the counter. you lived alone, and you only knew a handful of people.. so who would be sending you roses? and why? you had been getting this feeling that you may have been being watched but you brushed it off, blaming it on the few scary movies you had watched with your homeboys recently. but now it was getting a little weird. “ y/n? “ you heard your friend call your name. you were zoned out and he had been calling out for you. “ oh, my bad. what’s up kenny? “ you asked while heading to your room. he chuckled, “ are you still coming to the meeting tomorrow? “ he reminded you that you had made plans to go to the meeting tomorrow, but now, you were a bit paranoid to go anywhere. “ i’ll see if i finish this work up in time, i’ll pull through. hey kenny, i’ll call you right back. “

pulling your headphone out of your ear, you took a deep breath. “ what is really going on? “ you asked yourself. was there really someone stalking you.. watching you? the thought was terrifying. you had never been through anything like that before. and what could help you figure it out…wait, the letter. maybe it can give you some type of lead on who was sending all that shit to your house. you went to the living room and looked on the tv stand seeing the cream colored envelope with the red heart on it. you open it and read the paper that was inside.

“ hello, i just want to tell you how stunningly beautiful and perfect you are. i hope i get to see you soon, mahal. “

your eye twitched as you read the words on the paper, “ mahal? “ what even did that mean? who wrote you this? it was no help at all, you were still as lost as before if not even more. you sighed, placing the letter back in the envelope and putting it right back where you had it. you decided to leave it alone for tonight, making you way back to your room grabbing your laptop. your work would keep the fear off your back. little did you know, while you were working with music blasting inside your ears from your earbuds, deep purple eyes lurked from the left side of your bedroom window, watching you very quietly and closely. this went on for hours until you fell asleep with your laptop right open.

you woke up the next morning, jumping out of your sleep with a gasp. you were trying to catch your breath, snatching the earbuds out and placing your hands on your chest. “ what the hell.. “ you coughed out, you had a dream where you were running down a dark street, pitch black almost hearing something chasing you with this.. evil laugh. you shook your head, trying to dissipate the sound out of your head. looking over, you see the clock it was 11:35 am. you had worked hard on your work last night and only had one more paragraph to do so you decided that you’d get up and go to the meeting with your friends. your friends were in a huge gang, once they realized how lonesome you were, they started inviting you to hang out with them after the meetings.

you grabbed your phone, dialing your bestfriend’s number. once he answered you placed him on speaker and sat the phone down, yawning while grabbing your toothbrush. “ good morning kenny.. “ you said, you and draken, or kenny as you called were very close. you met by quite literally bumping into him getting off the train one day in town. he was really sweet about it, he ended up bumping you again that same exact day in a convenience store. you two were inseparable ever since then, he grunted very sleepily “ good morning y/n.. “ he was falling back asleep, you furrowed your brows before questioning him, “ why aren’t you awake? you know i’ll be over there soon right? “ she finishes up brushing her teeth and washing her face. “ mhm.. i’ll be up.. “ you rolled your eyes, hearing the lies in his words.

after around an hour or so, you were showered, dressed, and ready to go to draken’s house. you were gonna walk to his house and ride to the meeting with him. he lived around ten minutes away, so you didn’t mind making that small trip. once you had everything you made your way out the door, something in you ushering to open the mailbox and check. you did and there was nothing. “ hm.. that’s not a bad thing i guess “ you closed it back and placed your hands in your pockets , en route to draken’s apartment. you only had one earbud in so you could still hear what was going on around you. the walk seemed kind of quick, you were already a block away from draken’s place. you picked up your pace to hurry and make it there an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

stupid little you, you had no clue that a white haired boy was walking right behind you. he was on the same foot as you, loving slower though. he wasn’t exactly doing anything, just walking behind. catching your sweet scent as the wind blew it right into his direction. he wanted to just hold you in his arms, never letting you go.. but he knew that sooner or later, you’d be his. he wasn’t too sure on how yet, but surely, you would belong to him. completely.

you knocked on draken’s door, and he opened it almost instantly making you jump a little bit. he noticed and frowned a little. “ you good, y/n? you made it fast, cmon. “ he let you in. and you nodded, “ m’ fine. i was zoned out. “ you answered. your friend was grabbing his keys and turned to you. “ you want anything before we head out? “ you shook your head, “ nah i’m good. “ he nodded before grabbing his toman jacket, tossing it to you. “ i can wear it? “ you looked up at him. “ nah, put it on your head. “ you slapped his arm, and put the jacket on over your tshirt. “ cmon. “ before you knew it, you were on the back of his motorbike, holding onto him so you didn’t fall or jump too much. the rides with draken were always fun, quiet but super fun.

once you made it to the building, you seen all your homeboys, they all said hey to you, waving and some of them coming up and hugging you. it started with baji, then kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu, and the rest just stood around talking to you. “ where’s manjiro? “ you asked right before you heard the familiar voice. “ is that y/n? “ you smiled, before looking at your friend. “ hi, mikey. “ you laughed before walking up to him and nudging him. “ what’s up? you came to chill? “ he tilted his head. you nodded. after a while, the meeting started and you were sitting watching, the boys always handled what they needed to and then it was time to have fun. everyone stood around talking and having drinks, some eating some food. you found yourself standing in the corner with mikey, talking to him.

your intuition was nothing you ignored, so when your gut told you to ask this question. you did with no hesitation. “ mikey, do you know what.. mahal means? “ he turned his head , laughing. “ mahal? “ he repeated, sounding a bit more different than how you said it. “ that’s tagalog.. it means love. where’d you hear that? “ he’s curious now, but your heart sank when he explained. whoever wrote that note called you love.. in another language. you pretended like it was nothing and you just heard it somewhere but it was actually starting to freak you out. you decided to just have a good time and you would handle it later.

after about two and a half hours it was time to go, draken dropped you off at your house, you hopped off the bike and waved at him. “ bye kenny!! call me tomorrow!! “ you opened the door, slipping through it and closing it, you turned and locked the door. as soon as you started to turn around you felt a hot, very hot body against your own, it happened in the matter of seconds. a hand pressed agains your mouth, and your back pressed against what felt like a chest. the shriek you let out was loud, you started to panic. “ mahal.. “ you heard that damned word again from what sounded to be a male. you felt tears pool in your eyes and run down your face falling towards his hand. “ why are you crying.. “ he asked. you didn’t say anything, not that you could with his hand pressed against your lips.

how did he even get in here.. did you forget to lock the door or something? “ i’m not gonna hurt you.. i promise. “ he said sweetly, pressing his tongue flat against the shell of your ear, giving it a lick. you shivered at feeling.. he was strong so you didn’t bother to fight, thinking he’d possibly kill you if you tried to fight. “ mahal.. i just wanna make you feel good.. feel special. “ his body pressed more against yours, pressing you up against your own door. he licked and sucked at the skin under your ear, softly nibbling on you. you’re weak attempts to push him eventually, stopped as the feeling he gave you started to feel.. good. it was crazy. you had no idea who this was on what he looked like. “ i’m gonna move my hand.. if you scream.. i’m going to hurt you. okay? “ he snatched your head back to lean on his shoulder roughly. “ i asked you something.. “ your eyes closed as tears still fell from them. you were helpless against this man. you just nodded, letting out a small whimper. his hand found it’s way to your throat. “ s’good.. you smell amazing, baby.. mahal ko ito (i love it) “ you were still confused on why he was doing this if he didn’t even know you.

he ended up leading you to your own room and that scared you even more, he had to have been here way before you got back home to know his way through the house. he bends you over on your own bed. you cried out, “ please.. listen i don’t know why you’re doing this but i- ah! “ you shouted when you felt a stinging pain on your ass, “ i told you not to scream.. “ you feel him get even closer, he whispers in your ear, “ only i can hear you, mahal.. stop being so bad. i don’t wanna have to keep spanking you. “ he spoke very softly, but you could tell he was serious. he started to remove your pants and you cried softly, “ please.. “ you begged. he ignored your pleas and cries, sliding his arms under your thighs, flipping you over. and there he was.

those same purple eyes that watched you for three weeks, walking up and down your street, the eyes that watched you do your work and carelessly fall asleep with your laptop open, the eyes that watched you from aisles down at the convience store were now staring you back into yours. he was… beautiful. his made your breathing start to even out a little. the tears still sitting on the edge of your eyes as you watched every detail about him, he smirked. “ oh, stop looking at me like that.. you look like a sad kitten.. cmere. “ he pulled you closer by your thighs, you clenched your thighs together when he did so, but that earned you a fat red mark on your thigh. “ don’t. “ he wasn’t even looking at you at this point. his eyes were now focused on the way your panties were soaked, the darker spot covering the whole area of your pussy.

his white hair stuck to his forehead, he was sweating at this point, the way you twitched and grabbed at him but failed because of the grip he hand on your wrist, all you could do was cry out and whine. he was licking and sucking at your clit through your panties, watching you squirm and quiver at his actions. “ mahal.. you taste so sweet.. what’s wrong? “ he rubbed his thumb against your wrist in a soothing way, “ i won’t stop.. won’t stop until you pass out. promise. “ he smiled as he said it, lifting your panties from your pussy, he gave it a long lick, before placing his right hand down your abdomen, rubbing at your clit with his thumb, he was still watching you. “ you like it? “ he whispered, “ gusto mo ba? hm? (do you like it? hm?) “ he asked and you nodded your head .. “ yes.. “ izana laughed once again, finding it oh, so funny. he placed his lips around your clit once again. you almost screamed, but you remembered he told you not to. you heard the zipper of his pants coming down and you looked down, but he started to push you up and down, your hips making him switch from licking your clit and going into the cavern of your sex. this alone made you squirt all over his face.. he loved it. “ fuck.. you’re so dirty, baby.. “ he stood up and leaned over you, face wet with all of your essence, his earrings dangling over you as well. you looked down before he grabbed you by your throat once again, squeezing slightly.

“ look at me, mahal.. i’m right here.. “ you looked at him and before you could say anything, you felt his tip slowly entering your pussy. “ wait- oh shit- “ you heaved out. “ ah.. you have a potty mouth, baby.. hush.. “ he kisses your cheek, as he bottomed out into you, releasing one of the intoxicating moans in your ear. “ fuck- masikip.. (it’s tight..) “ izana groaned.. he pushed until his stomach was flat against yours, and he didn’t waste time either. he went fast, incredibly fast. “ f-fuckfuckfuck- “ you tried not to scream, izana was in your ear, moaning saying all types of lewd things both in english, and his native tongue. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he chuckled in your ear before tapping the side of your face. “ wake up.. “ he kept going, not letting up or slowing down his speed. “ ah- baby.. i’m gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like this.. fuck.. “ izana started to squeeze your throat. “ i’m c-cumming!! oh god.. i’m cumming.. “ at this point your legs were in the air.. you chocked out that you were close and you came, you came everywhere. your juices leaking all over him, and yourself but he kept going even after you came, you gripped the back of your thighs, mouth hanging open and breath short. your head started to spin at this point.. you were at a lost of words for not only how he was fucking you. you still didn’t even know his name and he was fucking you like this.

this was about to be your third orgasm, you choked out again, “ fuck.. p-please… “ and izana looked down at you. “ what is it.. mahal? “ he spoke into your skin.. he was still fucking deep into you, what you didn’t know is that he had came once before as well, he never stopped fucking into you, the mixture leaking and pouring out of your hole as he choked you, fucking his load deep into you trying to bust another. “ please i- “ you felt your conscious lose you.. you passed out, legs and arms falling, that didn’t stop izana.. he kept fucking you until he came. he pulled out watching the milky white seed drip and pool from his cock and onto your tummy.

it took izana 10 minutes to clean you up, and place you under your sheets. he cleaned himself up as well, leaning down over you once he was dressed. “ i’ll see you soon, mahal. “ he kissed her forehead and disappeared into the night.

you woke up the next day with a banging headache. “ what the fuck.. “ you sat up wiping your eyes, you thought it all was a dream until you looked down and seen your pants were off.. and you seen another note right beside you.. you opened it, reading..

“ i loved make you feel so good, mahal. - izana. <3 “

…. izana was his name.

kai:3- this was really fun to write i can’t lie xxx, i don’t really know toooo tooo much about izana, he’s such a cutie patootie though i really had fun writing for him!! i’ll def write for him again!! i think i’m going to do a chifuyu smut next, ( chifuyu & rindou have been melting my brain:333) buttt this was my second ask & dedicated to @yourefavsakura !! i really hope you enjoy this<3

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[archiisfandomstuff]

Watchting marble hornets rn (like the entries on youtube) hopefully this won't alter my brain chemistry or some shit cause I know that mh and creepypasta are somehow link (idk they seem to share a few characters like hoodie, masky, and slenderman from who I know) and we already know I haven't been able to escape that shit for the past almost four years now.

will update later

read at your own risk. this just turned into me recording all of my thoughts n shit

currently at entry #5 and does not seem to have much if anything to do with mh but rather it's creator. Entries #1 , #4 & seem to have the most horror esce (?) shit to them

Entry #6: What the ever loving fuck is going on here??? What is Mr. Clean doing, the big ol' stalker? very confused but intrigued.

Entry #11 is bothering me cause I can't find the "close encounter Alex missed" with who I am assuming is slenderman like no fucking wonder Alex missed it, I can't find this mf either

I'm guessing that this is some arg type shit. My guess as someone who takes a while to formulate proper explanations that I do not care to formulate rn and am going off of a vague idea based off of the little information I've been given is that this whole thing is an arg thingy named after the fake movie the characters are creating in where it is the origin story for the characters (Tim/Hoodie and Brain/Masky) I (we ig but I really never had much interest in them so idk much) know. Tell me if I am like astronomically off or smth.

So Tim is literally just A Guy? Dude has like no plot relevance. Why are y'all hyping him up so much????

I hope Jay realizes he is literally entering. No breaking though, some idiot left the door unlocked.

homeboy fell to the ground coughing and got up like "Nah, no time for dying, gotta unlock the door with a deadbolt." fucking idiot, dude is gonna die so bad

"I may go back eventually" DO NOT GO BACK YOU DUMBASS

ALEX WTF DON'T DO THAT JUMPSCARE SHIT TO ME I CAN DO GORE I CANNOT DO JUMPSCARES BITCH

NVM IT'S BRIAN BUT STILL DON'T DO THAT MAN

Jay's lungs are still dying good to know

Entry #19: OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT MASKY YOU BITCH WTH BRIAN OMGGGGGGGGGGGG THIS SHIT IS SO COOL THOUGH NGL

Wait did I fuck up who is who? Is Tim Masky and Brian Hoodie. That sounds correct now that I think of it. Eh, fuck it, I ain't editing shit.

How the fuck is Jay not dead as hell yet? Mf has plot armor never seen before. "Ima just break into this house here, steal shit, GO BACK, get attacked, and continue pursuing this shit." BITCH YOU GON DIE

JAY STOP GOING BACK TO THE HOUSE IT IS NOT YOUR ONLY OPTION HOLY SHIT YOU DUMB FUCK

Have you even seen a character so fucking dumb they just disappoint you? That is how I currently feel about Jay. "Oh shit, I just saw the masked guy who attacked me and broke into my home. Let's fucking chase him."

"I am never going back to that house again." FUCKING FINALLY BITCH

oh shit someone is fucking with the cameras

wtf does totheark mean or stand for???

Rip Jay's apartment

Entry #26 was definitely something. So, Alex is alive, has a roommate or two, has managed to evade Slenderman for a while judging by the fact that his appearance was surprising to both Amy (idk who she is but I can tell she has no knowledge of what is going on) and Alex himself. Jay, this is clearly a trap, idiot. But, I understand falling for it ig.

Jay is the main character. He is still alive and I have no clue how but i do wanna know what happened in those seven months.

WHO IS JESSICA??????

omg poor jessica (assuming she is telling the truth)

MASKY YOU SON OF A BITCH

updates will stop for now because it's getting late and I'm pretty sure I have shit to do tomorrow (can't actually remember) gonna continue watching. I left off on Entry #34

We back

Tim "I may have had my leg broken by a paranoid film student, but I shall continue to torment his best friend" Wright.

Alex is suspicious as fuck. Calling it rn, he did or is doing something.

Still do not trust Alex like holy shit dude. Jessica, run, you want no part of this bullshit. Run, girl, run!

I am very confused as to what is going on w8th Tim, but I know that mf can run, lucky bitch.

With the rate that these mfs are falling to the ground in coughing fits, you'd think that Slenderman causes asthma not insanity. Also, wtf was Tim doing there. I originally thought this guy had no plot relevance.

TIM'S STALKING COMING IN CLUTCH OMG BEAT HIS ASS TIM

Gotta stop for a bit again cause I'm doing stuff with my family for a bit. Be back later

OMG I'M DUMB TOTHEARK IS TO THE ARK WHY DID THAT TAKE ME SO DAMN LONG I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE TO THEARK OR SOME SHIT IDK

OMG TIM NO THIS ISH'T YOUR FAULT SLENDERMAN IS JUST A RAT FACED BITCH

Why has Brian only crimes (from what I can remember) been like, so tame compared to what you would expect? This motherfucker seems to be routing for Tim and Jay, I think. "Wipe that stupid smile off your face." Alex says, referencing how, apparently, Brian was smiling at the knowledge that Alex cannot find Tim and Jay. Idk, I like hi so far even if the whole stalking thing ain't really my jam.

JESSICA MY GIRL NOOOOOOOO OMG NO

That was a shit show. BUT MY GIRL IS ALIVE I THINK AND THAT'S AWESOME.

FUCK ALEX FUCK SLENDERMAN LONG LIVE (RIP) THE HOLY TRINITY OF BRIAN TIM AND JAY IDC WHAT CRIMES THEY'VE DONE AT LEAST THOSE MFS TRIED TO FIGHT IT AND LING LIVE JESSICA THE MF WHO DIDN'T DESERVE ANY OF THIS SHIT (NONE OF THEM DID) I LOVE HER SM

I HAVE FINISHED MARBLE HORNETS NOW PREPARE TO SUFFER CAUSE I'M OBSESSED

[cto10121]

Twilight Clown Takes Special Edition—Bella and Edward Would Be Divorced By Now & Other Projections

In which the Twilight anti fandom cheerfully throws canon and even their beloved lore out the window for this increasingly deranged fanon, in part born from the dumbass movie canon. Here we go, om nom nom

Edward only “killed the vibe” when he thought he hurt Bella. He was literally upset that he gave her bruises and thought that Bella was putting up a brave face. 😭 If anything, it’s such a green flag it hurts.

Also, while Edward is dramatic, so is Bella. They both are! Bella is just more chill as a default.

Tell me you’ve only read the first 50 pages of Midnight Sun without telling me you only read the first 50 pages of Midnight Sun.

Edward being unable to read Bella’s mind is just like his reaction to Bella’s scent—it is a hook, a fictional contrivance to make him want to spend more time with her.

Once he does, though, he sticks around. Why? Because he likes Bella personally. She is quirky, self-possessed, quick-witted, winsome, and pretty tough and brave—the exact qualities you need to be able to handle vampires. She is also self-negating with self-esteem issues, which Edward admires and relates to, since he is self-negating with self-esteem issues too. Birds of a feather, etc.

Edward doesn’t know that Bella is like all the other girls even though he 1) asks a million questions about her likes and interests, 2) she tells him to his face that she is “absolutely ordinary,” and 3) er, stalks her.

You would think homeboy would get a clue about what kind of girl Bella is by now, especially from 3).

Visits her mom, oh God, these clowns are really not beating the lack of reading comprehension skills allegations. No thoughts, head empty.

I think it’s safe to say Bella would never return to Renée and Arizona. As much as she loves the city and the landscape, it is the site of her parentification, which Bella at some deep subconscious level recognizes and resents. Forks, bad weather and all, was when she really found her people, not to mention her love. And now that she is a vampire, the cold isn’t even a problem anymore.

Also, the fact that Bella blithely rationalizes away keeping Renée in the dark while keeping Charlie in the loop speaks volumes.

That’s right! Bella and Edward would never work out because they don’t have anything in common. I even made a whole list on how little they have in common, it’s astounding!

“Treats Resume awful” Source, please. Even in the dumbass movies Edward and Renesmee had a really lovely rapport with each other. It was one of the few moments Rob Pattinson did look like he was enjoying himself.

Bella “I have too much Charlie in me” Swan, going full Renee? It’s less likely than you think. Why do these clowns always have to stan Renee, the woman who literally made her child pay the bills?????

Also, “a woman who followed her own desires”…that is literally Bella with regards to Edward. She was the one who 100% on Edward’s icy D train while homeboy was still flailing over being Hades to her Persephone. She was the one who wanted to experience sex with Edward while still human even though he could have squished her like a bug.

It’s literally why I love this bitch (complimentary) to begin with. I admire that kind of NFG (No Fucks Given) in fictional characters. Characters that march to the beat of their own drum.

The Twilight fandom is really not beating the allegations.

Anyway, YMMV, but I’ve never read a more hetero bitch than Bella in my life, and I grew up on bodice rippers and telenovelas. Kristen Stewart’s Bella is not and will never be canon, so her sapphic vibes don’t count.

Tell me you’ve only seen the movies without telling me—

[oh-my-may]

I finally got around to play Cosmo Canyon! Took me a while to get there bc family stuff and i was feeling a bit under the weather some days, but today I'll finish the protorelic quest and then do the side quests and that was it for Cosmo Canyon...

Thoughts on story: RED (or should I say Nanaki?) IS SO CUTE LEGIT A TEENAGE BOY TRYING TO PASS AS AN ADULT MAN the way I was hollering. The city is beautiful and very huge... Felt very overwhelmed when I first got there. Generally loved the focus on Red, had lots of questions about him originally. Now I wonder how old his kind can get if he's like 15 in human years but actually 48... huh. The story with his parents is pretty basic i guess? Didn't really blow me away, i could see the turning point coming from a mile away but it was very sweet nonetheless. Really enjoyed the gameplay during the trial, the Gi enemies WERE SO COOL. Also loved that we could scale walls with Red, I wish we could do that in the open world... The final boss almost kicked my ass because I'm not used to playing Barrett and Red actively, BUT THEY SLAYED. Shoutout to Titan, homeboy always comes through for me. Also couldn't help but be reminded of Genshin's Misty Dungeon event during the trial. And the mines of Moria. My weird interests meet in the most unusual of circumstances sometimes. My brain does that occasionally.

Also, the Gi Nantaak first scared the shit out of me. Then he kinda reminded me of Vision (you know, from Marvel) but that also wore off. The random sequence with Zack almost made me cry again. Whenever I see him on screen something just urges me to. Him and Biggs also looked so damn good during that entire scene I took so many screenshots 😭 I'm still so confused tho... Biggs ended up in Zack's timeline because of the Whispers/ the Wind for whatever reason? Really have no clue where they're going to take this part of the story, I just know it's going to hurt me so bad in the end.

I also let out an audible ' Hear me out' when they showed Seto... I'm not sorry.

On the exploration side of things... The flying chocobos are so confusing to me, I started the chocobo quest right as I landed in Cosmo Canyon and I immediately failed the first part because the controls as you fly are just??? Therefore everything that was placed so that you could only reach it through flying was a bit of a pain at first. I figured it out eventually, but i still haven't continued that quest... Also saw a bunch of people complain about this so at least I'm not the only one struggling lol.

Everything Else was very enjoyable tho. Go to explore team was Cloud, Aerith and Cait Sith this time and I gotta say Cait's Moogle Magic skill is busted I was so surprised when a full ass Ifrit suddenly stood on the field 😭 Bahamut Arisen was a surprisingly quick clear after I got all the Intel, Tifa just died in like the last minute. A worthy sacrifice tho. Immediately tried Bahamut while beating the Jabberwock, huge Dragon Battle was crazy insane to watch. He's busted. Put him on Cait for now.

I haven't finished the protorelic quest yet, but I didn't expect it to have this much lore right from the get go... So you're telling me Wedge is dead in Cloud's timeline???? Just like that?? The whispers killed him? MY BOY. Also Yuffie's friends (?) - the NPC's for that quest - immediately reminded me of Bella's High School friends in Twilight 😭💀 They just look like they belong in these movies idk

Now I wonder if the last two parts of the protorelic quest are gonna be as much a pain in the ass as Fort Condor was... I managed to clear the first two stages quite quickly so I hope it's gonna be okay with the AI helping me for the configuration part...

So that's that! Will definitely finish Cosmo Canyon tonight and then maybe start Chapter 11... Just a few more steps until meeting Vincent. Heard Chapter 11 was quite long so it'll probably take me the whole weekend to finish next to work and all. My goal of finising this game before easter is probably gonna be left unfulfilled... But I'd rather take my time.

Will add screenshots to this post after I get home from work!

[deviodofmeat]

@squarefriend recently told me about how much much the Biggering (Cut Lorax song) reminded her of my Papyrus is Gaster au and um. My hand slipped.

[chryzure-archive]

MEMORIE. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS DREAM I HAD YESTERDAY, it was so wild 😭 I’ve begun my 178292th rewatch of Criminal Minds (Spencer Reid My Beloved ❤️) and apparently that + sleep makes for an interesting combination lol. Forgive me if the details are muddy cus I’m notoriously bad at remembering my dreams but highlight reel—

- Chrysi, Jacks, Azure, and Simeon were there, with the addition of Spencer and myself (well. My self-insert but same thing really).

- Spencer and I worked for the BAU, hunting down serial killers and whatnot, but when ~supernatural~ murders start happening we ask for the help of an organization that Chrysi, Jacks, Azure, AND Simeon worked for that specializes in all that spooky stuff.

- Again, details are muddy, but: Jacks gets turned into a vampire (a consequence of trying to save Chrysi from getting turned) and it’s. A really brutal transformation. Homeboy almost died about seven times throughout the process, but his eyes became permanently red afterwards so… there’s a perk!

- Related to the above: I pushed Jacks off a rooftop when he was freshly-turned cus 1) he was being annoying and 2) I wanted to see what would happen. Chrysi found this very amusing.

- Chrysi’s blood condition gets really really bad for reasons I can’t remember, like she-has-two-days-to-live bad, and it turns out the only cure (for some reason) is to eat a vampire’s heart. Guess who’s she eats.

- Simeon is married to Luna Rune and although she never appears, he constantly mentions her because something inconvenient or stupid would happen and he’d be like wow. this sucks. I Sure Wish My Wife, Luna Rune, Was Here.

- One of my favorite parts was Azure and Spencer bonding over “socially challenged nerds with equally as smart (if not smarter) girlfriends that are not NEARLY as put together as they seem”. Sucks to be them I guess skjdkdkdl.

- Spencer actually got really badly cursed— Chrysi and Jacks were in trouble and he needed to warn Azure and I, but everytime he opened his mouth literal frogs would come out. Terrifying.

- Also, undead Azure makes an entrance at the very end? I woke up at that point so I have no clue how that happened but…

THIS MAKES NO SENSE BUT THIS WAS ONE OF THE FUNNEST DREAMS IVE HAD IN A WHILE SO KSJDKDLLD

RED-EYED VAMPIRE JACKS!!???! MEETING OF SIMEON / AZURE / SPENCER????? U AND CHRYSI BEING BESTIES??? SIMEON BEING LITERALLY THE MOST MARRIED MAN EVER???? U PUSHING JACKS OFF A BUILDING?????

THIS IS RLLY VV GOOD, AND ITS UNFAIR I HAVE TO GO BACK TO WORK AND B NORMAL NOW. THIS IS GOING TO B AN OFFICIAL AU, I NEED U TO KNOW.

[no-gays-in-russia]

Someone Has To Die: Review

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of suicide, murder, homophobia.

SPOILER ALERT: major spoilers for all three episodes of Someone Has To Die.

Introduction: Someone Has To Die (”Alguien Tiene Que Morir”) is a Spanish/Mexican miniseries of three 50 minutes long episodes set in the 50s which follows the story of Gabino, a young man who has just come back to Spain after living in Mexico with his mother’s family for 10 years. With him he brings his friend Lazaro, a Mexican ballet dancer. Soon, rumours start spreading that Lazaro and Gabino are in a relationship, fueled by Lazaro’s profession (everyone believes that a male ballet dancer must necessarily be gay) and by the intimacy between the two of them. However, Lazaro is straight and actually attracted to Gabino’s mom, Mina (spoiler: it’s mutual), while Gabino is in fact gay and has feelings of romantic nature towards Lazaro, despite them not being reciprocated. Although they are fake, those rumours keep growing, with the help of Cayetana, the girl that Gabino is supposed to marry and sister of Alonso. Alonso is an old friend of Gabino and it’s made clear throughout the show that before the latter left for Mexico something of homoerotic nature happened between the two of them, although it is never specified exactly what; long story short, Gabino is the only one to know that Alonso is also gay and let me tell you, homeboy has a shit ton of internalised homophobia. When the rumours reach their maximum height, Mina tries to help Lazaro and Gabino run away to Paris, but Gabino’s father, who works at a prison, finds out and, advised by his mother, gets Gabino arrested, while Lazaro is able to escape. Mina and Lazaro are then found having sex in the woods and that’s when chaos ensues- Gabino’s father wants to kill Mina and Lazaro, he tells Gabino to do so, Gabino refuses and points his shotgun at his father, his father points his gun at Gabino, then Alonso kills Gabino’s father, Gabino’s grandma kills Alonso and then Lazaro and finally Gabino kills his grandma. And that’s how the show ends. Another important element of the plot is that, while everyone believes Gabino’s grandpa died in a hunting accident, he was actually murdered by Gabino’s grandma, and young Gabino witnessed it (this is a big part of the reason why he was sent to Mexico shortly after); there’s also a subplot involving the family’s maid, quite significant because it leads to Gabino’s dad finding out the truth about his father’s death, but I don’t want to go into too much detail so I’ll stop here.

General opinion: after watching the masterpiece that is Young Royals (I will make a post on it soon), this struck me as a pretty average show; not bad, but not exceptional either (there are some great elements, but they are an exception). The acting is realistic but stiff, the characters are mostly unidimensional and sometimes unlikeable when they shouldn’t be, and the ending sort of leaves you thinking: what’s the point? The show as a whole is not meaningless at all (quite thoughtful and sensible at times, actually), but that’s what the ending feels like- everybody’s dead, now what? What does that mean? How was that significant to the plot? I liked Alonso killing Gabino’s father, because it shows that after all he cared for Gabino and was willing to help him, and I also liked Gabino killing his grandma, showing his strength and proving everyone who described him as fragile wrong, but I feel like Alonso and/or Lazaro should have been kept alive.

The characters: now, the characters are the most important thing in a tv show for me; if everything’s good but I hate the characters I cannot keep watching it, if everything’s horrible but I hate the characters I will keep watching it. The fact that I got through the entire show proves that they are not terrible, but I didn’t love them either. I will now analyse all of the main characters one by one, starting from Gabino. About Gabino, I noticed a discrepancy between the way he is described by other characters and the way he appears through his own actions and words. The adjectives that are most used to describe Gabino in the show are “dreamer” and “fragile”. Now, I’m not saying Gabino is not a dreamer, but since the other characters stress this aspect so much I would have expected his behaviour and words to demonstrate that much more than they actually did. And speaking of fragile, to me Gabino seemed the absolute opposite- I actually perceived him as an incredibly strong character. Throughout the entirety of the show he went through Hell so many times (got rejected by the man he loves, got beat up by Alonso, got put into jail by his own father, witnessed half of his family and closest friends dying in front of him) and he never gave up. He always responded with strength, murdering his grandma, not committing suicide when Alonso advised him to. However, this discrepancy might be caused by the fact that it had been 10 years since any of the other characters had last seen Gabino (although if I’m not mistaken Lazaro too describes him as a dreamer), so they might describe what they remember him as without realizing how much he’s changed throughout the years. But I still felt like in his case the show did too much telling and not enough showing. But now, let’s move onto the other character involved in the rumours: Lazaro. With Lazaro, I have a different issue: I felt as though he was supposed to be a likeable character, but I ended up really disliking him. At first we see him as a bit naive, a very good friend to Gabino, extremely passionate about dancing, a dreamer more so than Gabino (he repeatedly voices his fantasies about visiting Paris and getting to dance at the Opèra); but in the end, he proves himself as being selfish and unfaithful, as he literally has sex with Mina while Gabino is in prison. Your best friend has just been arrested and your first thought is to fuck his mom? And let’s not forget that Lazaro knew that Gabino loved him, so he knew this would hurt him even more. And when Cayetana pretends to offer to him to leave for Paris with her, he agrees- again, proving how little he cares about Gabino being in prison. He has some very good moments as well, including one of my two favourite scenes in the show, but my overall opinion on him is not positive. Now let’s talk about the three characters that we were actually supposed to perceive as negative: Cayetana, Gabino’s grandma Ampara and Gabino’s dad Gregorio. Cayetana’s sole personality trait is that of being evil- there doesn’t even seem to be a motivation behind her actions, she just does it because she is an a-hole. That’s pretty much the same with Ampara, with the small exception that she justifies her actions by saying it’s all for her family (hard to say whether she actually believes her own words or not). But in the end, both characters fail at being fascinating, meaningful villains: they’re plain and unidimensional. The case is a bit different for Gregorio: he’s overall a despicable character, but further traits are added so that he is not just a plain villain- he is a bad person, and that makes a big difference. In particular, I love that they make him a conflicted character, portraying the contrast between the pain he causes Gabino and the pain he himself feels realising how much he’s hurting his son. However, in my opinion, the best, most interesting and most lovable characters in the show are Alonso and Mina. Alonso may be interpreted as a negative character himself, but he sort of redeems himself towards the end. He does some very good things (killing Gregorio to protect Gabino, Mina and Lazaro), some very bad things (kidnapping Gabino and Lazaro, hurting Lazaro’s leg, beating Gabino almost to death) and some things that weren’t exactly good but which he did with good intentions (repeatedly advising Gabino to leave Spain forever, bringing him a gun while he’s in prison and advising him to kill himself). I think the only mistake they did was making him hurt Gabino and Lazaro in such a way, because they wanted him to be a redeemable and likeable character but honestly that was almost unforgivable. But at the same time I can see that Alonso’s violence on Gabino was the result of him taking his feelings towards Gabino (probably some feelings of romantic nature and jealousy towards his supposed relationship with Lazaro) and transforming them into something that he felt to be more acceptable and more manageable, and on top of that it was the manifestation of his disgust, fear, anger, frustration for his own homosexuality. All in all, Alonso is a very complex and conflicted character, sometimes submissive and others extremely corageous, good and bad, selfless and selfish. But if perfection was almost reached with Alonso, we move even closer to the perfect character with Mina- I want to slap her and hug her at the same time, and that’s what I love. Even more than Alonso, she is an incredibly complex character. I think she’s the main character more so than Gabino- so many interesting clues about her personality and her personal history are continously thrown around and you just want to know more and more about her. From her clearly feeling inadequate and different because she’s Mexican and leaving in Spain to her love story with Lazaro (who is Mexican like her- something to note), to the contrast between her desire to help others and her fragility which often makes it impossible, Mina is a well explored, multi-dimentional, lovable and despicable character.

My favourite scenes: finally, I want to discuss two scenes that I thought to be absolutely brilliant (if the entire show had been like those two scenes I would have considered it a masterpiece). The first takes place when Gabino and Lazaro are back home after Alonso’s attack; Lazaro is mending Gabino’s wounds, when the latter stops him and tells him he’s sorry for getting him involved. Lazaro replies he’s not done anything wrong, but Gabino states: <<I love you, and that’s the problem.>> Lazaro says: <<I love you too.>> and Gabino: <<But not in the same way.>> And that’s when Lazaro says the most beautiful line in the show: <<But I love you still, and that could never be wrong.>> That line equates platonic and romantic love, stating that despite them being two different kinds of love they are still exactly the same thing: love. So just like no one would ever say Lazaro is wrong for loving Gabino platonically, at the same time Lazaro states that no one could ever say Gabino is wrong for loving him romantically, because that’s exactly the same thing: love. And love is never wrong. The second scene takes place after Mina and Lazaro have been found together in the woods close to the club and Gregorio gets Gabino out of prison to take him there with him. Gabino is alone in his father’s car, Alonso sees him and goes to sit in the car with him. Alonso tells Gabino about how terrible he feels having to lie every day about who he really is, and then asks him to describe what it is like having sex with a man. Gabino tries to resist, but after Alonso begs him he gives in and recounts the first time he had sex with a man. Alonso is profoundly moved by his story and visibly tries to contain his emotions, but he fails, as tears start streaming down his face; then, once Gabino is done talking, he grabs the gun he’d given him in prison and tries to shoot himself. Gabino is able to stop him and Alonso breaks down crying, hugging Gabino while the latter promises him that they’re always going to be there for one another. Such a touching moment.

[mavmax]

Strange Love (Part I) | Maverick & Sooyun

When: Tuesday, January 19th

Where: Somewhere in Ocean Park. 

Warnings: Drugs, Alcohol

Featuring: @sooyunjeong​

sooyun felt exhausted keeping up the appearance of Eric's supposed girlfriend, which was probably why she found herself at a party that was being held just to get away from the annoying questions and looks of her stealing Eric away. In her defense, Lexa should have made a move on Eric instead of beating around the bush. But it was sort of her fault for sending that selfie to her through Eric's phone while he was passed out.  She shot back the shot and cringed at the taste, vodka wasn't her strong suit but it was the only drink that she could rely on that wouldn't give her a terrible hangover. After the performance, Sooyun left the band behind and ended up at this party where she knew no one, everyone clearly were far different from her social circle. The young girl leaned against the wall and felt the vibration against her body, maybe she shouldn't have taken those drugs. Opening her eyes and squinting as she recoginize the face and that smile anywhere.     "Maverick Maxwell!" Sooyun yelled out, pointing at him as she pushed herself away from the wall and grinned cheekily, "What are you doing here?"

Maverick knew not to pass up any party invitation in Santa Monica, although this one, he almost considered passing up to shoot some hoops to get his mind off the stress that Lexa practically radiated the whole weekend. He needed to let loose, and so, he called up a few of his college buddies, pre-gamed and smoked a blunt--or three, and now here he was crossfaded as all hell and taking shots as if they were water. He mingled throughout the party, making casual conversation from everything to crazy ragers in the past to a recent performance that Maverick had zero clue about, but was bummed out that he missed. He always liked local bands performing. As he made his way to grab himself some snacks from the back, he heard a voice that made his whole body whip around. "Well, well, well, what do we have here!" Maverick smiled making his way over to none other than Soo-yun. "The host invited me and a few of the boys. What're you doing here?"

"I got invited as well," she shrugged her shoulders, she don't even remember who it was that dragged her here but they left her behind as she wander off and made friends left and right. "At least now I know someone around here, I kept getting asked questions and I never know how to hold a decent conversation before running away." Sooyun tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and grinned, "Did you go to the concert? If so, I didn't see you, I can't even see when I am on stage so there's that." Someone tapped her shoulder as they passed by to wave, in turn, she waved back unaware on who they were due to the fact half the time she doesn't even remember their names, might've been one of the parties she went too in the past. "There's talk of the after after party--who knew people can party for so long."

"Damn, looks like you roll deep around here. Small ass world," He chuckled. With Santa Monica being as big as it is, there was no surprise that people's circles would often intermingle, if they played their cards right of course. "I mean shit, that's what I'm saying cause my boys all disappeared within the first hour and shit. And honestly, conversations can be weird. I like to keep 'em light, talk about different parties, ixnay on politics, spot another person, wave and respectfully dip," He explained with a wry grin. "Wait, there was a concert? Shit...no, I didn't go. Had I known, I definitely would've gone. It's been a while since I've seen local bands play with basketball and shit," He responded honestly. She effortlessly mingled well with people and Maverick had to admit he was pretty impressed, well--he wouldn't mention that now with the haze settling upon him. "That's what I was hearing too! Like damn, you guys really want to party til the break of dawn, huh? Pretty fuckin' wild," He laughed. "Are you going to the after after party?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah there was, it wasn't planned but they needed a band to cover and I figured why the hell not, so hence here I am. Lost my band mates but it's fine, good thing a thing called Lyft is available incase I have to somehow hobble my ass home or sleep with someone." She said out loud, the downside of being intoxicated it appeared the things she normally kept shut was coming to surface, "But on another note, I might...I really don't want to go home and I really don't want to answer any more questions about Eric." Sooyun didn't mind questions about herself but when it came to the supposed relationship, she couldn't come up with anymore lies and the fact Eric wasn't helping by shutting out the world in his dream state, Sooyun was left to deal with the domino affect and dodge questions left and right. She quickly grabbed a plastic red cup and started mixing her own drink, something that would numb the stress. "Also you should go bug Eric sometime...he is practically sleeping his life away at this point."

"Ahhhh, okay. Makes sense. Impromptu gigs are the shit. You show up, surprise the audience, do your thing and wow everyone. I mean, that's what's up, you know? As for the rest of your evening, well, there's a bunch of hotties to go around, so..." Mav chuckled as he looked around at the word "hotties". Last thing he needed was to take a drunken L, least he could do was pretend to be slightly uninterested compared to his sober self, although his sober self was currently taking notes now. "Well, you could either hide out at the next party and scope out to see where there'll be less people or wind up at Onyx?" He added with a shrug. He managed to block out the mention of Eric, probably because he eyed the bottle of tequila and as much as he hated the taste, here he was, reaching over for it, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig from it. Future him is going to hate himself tomorrow. At the mention of Eric again, he chuckled at the thought of him sleeping. "Homeboy sleeps like a bear. Plus, his phone's prolly on DND. I'd say Lexa could get to him, but she's been busy with CEO business and shit. When he wakes up though, we'll prolly go get some gimbap or something."

She knew mention Eric was a low blow, she seen those posts on GG, she didn't think Maverick would actually be that interested in her after the many times she shot him down. She figured that he would move on with ease or maybe she just assumed all that due to her ex who in a way was similar to Maverick but standing here before him, realizing they were completely different sure they shared the confidence of flirting but now Sooyun was able to see that Maverick wasn't anything like her ex. "Yeah he does, which I was surprised but hey...everyone has their niche." Sooyun shrugged, her eyes widening at Maverick drinking the tequila, "Uh...you really think that's a good idea? Tequila doesn't sit well with most people. Not that I should be telling you how to act but I really don't want to drag you out of here, I may act strong but I have no muscles."

While the mention of Eric and Sooyun sucked for the time being, he was able to bounce back fairly quickly, as if he were unscathed. The one thing that's swirled in his mind is that Sooyun's rejected his advances prior anyways, so at the end of the day, the sting lessened. However, he was definitely confused as hell now that Sooyun seemed happy to be conversing with him at the moment. It almost gave him some sort of hope. "I'm pretty sure he can sleep through a tsunami warning at this point. I envy his sleeping pattern, that's for sure," He admitted with a laugh. It would be the only envy he'd admit out loud given his state, too. "Oh this? It went down pretty smoothly, so y'know, that won't be too bad. I was gonna grab some food anyways so the effects of the tequila won't hit too hard," He reassured her with a laugh. "You game to grab some food too?" He offered cautiously.

The mention of food made her realize she hasn't even eaten dinner nor lunch, all the nerves enabling her to eat a decent meal without puking. "Depends...are you going to hunt through said kitchen or are we going to grab an uber because I don't know about you...but now after seeing you take that tequila like a champ, I want to one you up on shots." Sooyun knew that this was a terrible choice especially now she realizes she's drinking on an empty stomach but the fact she was high and about to be even more intoxicated, it just didn't mesh well from the first time around she done this. "Let's see...how about...four shots, make it even. Four for you and four for me...make a toast or whatever." She waved her hand as she grabbed mini plastic shot glasses and grabbed the tequila from Maverick, pouring them the shots and set it between them. "Oh we can even spice it up...if you can't take a shot, you have to make a confession. So...eight shots." That math didn't make any sense but at this point, Sooyun didn't care.

"Yeah, I was gonna check the kitchen first and if there wasn't shit, then we'd grab and Uber and go wherever we felt like eating at,"he shrugged. "You really want to challenge me to shots?" He asked, a devious smirk curling on his lips. Maverick knew very damn well that he was playing with fire at this point. Sure, he took a swig without wincing or making a face, but this was about to be torture...but the thing about Maverick Maxwell was that he never backed down from a challenge, especially from someone as gorgeous as Sooyun. "Bet, you're on," He said with a nod. His crossfaded mind tried to do the math in his head as best as he could. Eight shots between the both of them was bound to fuck them up. "Like truth or dare? Okay, I see the vision here," He said as he watched Sooyun pouring the tequila into each of the shot glasses. Taking one of the shots and handing Sooyun hers, he smirked. "Bottoms up," and threw the first shot back.

Sooyun knew she was about to die, almost like her body knew what she was about to be put into the next day, she tried to pay much mind to it as she squeezed her eyes tightly together and threw the shot back. Cringing as the taste went down smoothly, with a burning trail as a reminder for what she was doing to herself. "Jesus...I swear tequila never gets any easier," she mumbled to herself and wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, looking up at Maverick and laughed, "Another? Or do you want to use one of your truth or dares already?" She teased him, flipping the shot glass upside down onto the table, the sound around them muffled as her attention was solely on Maverick. To think she managed to hide her attraction to him sober but now that sobriety was out the window, it was as if she was a whole different person.

It was official that both he and Sooyun signed their death sentences tonight. Tomorrow was going to be incredibly brutal and he was already mentally blocking out his hangover stage because it was going to be a bitch. The taste of the tequila was smooth but the familiar back of the throat burn was what nearly threw him off, he had to silently smile at his poker face behind it. "No going back now. Despite the back of the throat burn," He teased with a laugh. He met Sooyun's gaze again and nodded. "You're not getting me that easy," he responded with an eyebrow wiggle as he set down his shot glass upside down. He liked that it was just them two playing their own little game, drowning out the rest of the world with just them and tequila. It was beginning to get harder to pretend that he wasn't as interested in her, but that would be a problem for later Maverick. He took his own shot again, throwing it back with a smirk and flipping his upside down. "Just like water," he bragged with a laugh.

"Here I thought you would be weak," she laughed, making a mental note to drink water before she passes out later, but she doubt she would even remember that simple task. "Another then," she grinned as she reached for the second glass and held his out towards him, flashing him a flirtatious smirk, raising the glass and throwing it back, coughing at the burning taste. Sooyun realized the next round she might have to use one of her own truth or dare at this point, especially because she wasn't taking a break between each shots and the thing about tequila, it was worse than vodka, it will creep up and bite her in the ass. She just hoped no one would report what they see tonight towards GG, it was hard enough to not slip up when she was out in public with Eric, she also knew it was hard for him which was why he stayed home and kept his phone on DND to avoid confrontation.

"You severely underestimate me, Soo," He winked, the flirtation slowly creeping back in on him as much as his sober self tried to reign it back in. At this point, all bets were off. Although, he was beginning to think that the impulsive Gatorade vibe would save his life tomorrow morning. At the second shot, the burn was slightly stronger than the last, a clear warning sign for him to slow the fuck down before things got ugly too soon. When he heard Sooyun's cough, he was relieved. At least now they could truth or dare it out because there was no way both of them in the current states that they were in, that they'd make it out in one piece. He pondered what he could confess about, it had to be something small, yet, somewhat meaningful, but still not enough to scratch the surface. Last thing he needed was to confess he practically shut off all emotion about Sooyun so he could move on quicker. "I guess we're gonna have to use that truth or dare card," He chuckled. "Tequila's getting more bitter by the shot, don't you think?

"More like it's death in each shot I throw back," Sooyun grimaced as she reached for the mix drink she made for herself and took a drink to somehow wash out the taste. Mixing alcohol was probably not the best idea but at the moment it definitely helped. "Okay...I guess since I was the one to tap out, you can ask me the magical words of truth or dare." She caved in, letting Mav take the first round since she practically came up with this stupid game in the first place.

"I'm so glad I wasn't the first to admit that," He teased with a laugh. "You're right though, I'll give you that," Maverick tried not to look at the tequila shots as he tried reaching towards the fruit bowl. Finally, sustenance. Grabbing two apples, he handed one to Sooyun and kept one for himself, taking a bite out of it. "I guess so, huh?" He smirked. "Alright Sooyun, truth or dare," He asked coyly.

Sooyun realized her mistake on the fact she was probably going to have this game backfire in her face now that she could either pick truth and having to say something true from his question or dare where he could possibly have her embarass herself. She rolled her eyes, "Dare...not about to spill any secrets just yet," she giggled, waiting to hear his dare for her.

Maverick took another bite of his apple waiting for Sooyun's response. A big smile graced his features as he knew very damn well she was going to play hard to get in this round. "How'd I know that's what you were going to pick?" He teased with a knowing look. "Okay, I dare you to, take off your bra and use it as a hat now, if you don't have a bra...I'm sorry to say, you might have to use your panties as a hat for the night," He challenged.

gaping at him and his words, she assumed he would choose some silly dare not this sort of dare, laughing lightly, "Now what if I wasn't wearing any panties...then what." Sooyun challenged Maverick, of course she was wearing underwear, she wasn't that adventurous and even if she was, she wouldn't admit to anything unless the person she was sleeping with took her clothes off. "Good thing I wore a bra that is easy to slip off," she rolled her eyes as she placed the apple in her mouth to hold and reached behind to unclip it, doing the whole slipping the bra off and out of her sleeve to pull out a soft pink bra and place on her head. "Gotta make sure not to lose this, you know how much bras cost? Which is ridiculous for a tiny piece of cloth.

He couldn't help but laugh at Sooyun's reaction to his dare. Mav knew he wasn't going to make it that easy for her, after all, it wouldn't be him if it was. "The backup plan was charm someone's shirt off to wear it as a head wrap, but that's pretty mild compared to the original," He explained with a grin. He watched the whole ordeal and the one thing he had to admit was girls really had their own tricks on getting bras off without getting their shirts off. He was going to make a note of what Sooyun did--for science. "Don't worry, with a color that pink, it'll be hard to miss," He teased. "Guess that means it's your turn."

[fireflytowcompany]

//whats up everybody its 2 am and i cant sleep so heres a whooole bunch of bullshit on my boy james (who may or may not be featured on this blog i have no clue yet lmao) along with like, my overall meta on how i view the family/house as a universe

so yeah tldr im the op of those house fics on ao3 with that dude james who hooks up with rufus if that wasnt obviously enough already LMAOO.... like i feel like im the only one who actually cares about rj as a character so, You Know!

anyway its sappy hours so i wanna make some dumb wordvomit infodump shit about my boy. the basics of his character is that hes a trans guy living in 70s midwestern american who goes on the run from his dad who wants to get a conservatorship over him and or admit him to a Ward. like, by the time the fic starts hes legally in charge of him due to “gender delusions” or whatever, and was basically about to lock him up in their house with no escape. had it been like... 20 years earlier james would have been lobotomized probably.

but luckily he has a car so he dips and goes on a cross country roadtrip to get his titties off. and he does! but his dads a scumbag and hires a private investigator detective guy to track him down and bring him home, so hes gotta bail. homeboys like, half dead from pain pills and post surgery Funk but he somehow manages to make it all the way to texas before his car finally fucking bites it. on the side of the road. in rural texas.

when a girl beats him over the head with a pipe its like, probably not as bad as having to deal with that skin glue shit peeling off him as he heals. like, after that anythings a walk in the park except the weird stinky albino cannibals room he wakes up in. that shit sucks. but luckily hes only like, ketamine or something because he sees his chest scars and is convinced hes like, a sign from the devil/the human incarnation of baphomet. so hes like, hey dude. sorry about that i had a gamer moment you wanna hang out? and james is like dude wheres my fucking car

anyway. baby turns into a fag hag and they bond. mamas all like shit if you live here now you gotta have a cosplay for halloween. james has to go into town with rj and hes like, haha i hate you and if you leave i get to kill you and james is like lets talk about that internalized homophobia and then by the end of the convo rjs got feelings. investigator guy is there and he sees james and shit gets fucked. they go to some fucking clown and eat some chicken. long story short homeboy ends up bashing the investigator’s head in and is formally adopted into the cool murder hick club 

i think its really really interesting in a lot of older horror and like, send ups of 70s slashers how they view gender and like sexuality. theres nothing too explicit in house (besides otis being gay and like wearing a cheerleader outfit) but i think the thing im drawn too (as a gay and trans person) is the way the family just seems to like.. Exist Out Side Of Societal Norms. i mean yeah theres the obvious cannibalism and like, murder shit going on but mama seems like... a really relaxed mom? and their dad’s a clown. i feel like they only judge you if your some hipster piece of shit.

which is like, literally canon. they arent even hostile towards the 4 kids who they end up killing and fucking with until halfway into the movie and by that point theyve been verbally harssing them for like, an entire night. and for what? they took them in, helped them with their car (that they fucked up but they didnt know that at the time), FED THEM and even offered to let them stay for their holiday party. like, they are nothing but nice to these kids but they just wanna mock and exploit them. thats the entire point. like the men see baby as a sex object and their gfs are too up their own asses to realize that maybe they shouldnt threaten the woman for their men being dogs? so they call her names? when its obvious shes probably a lesbian anyway? like what straight girl knows how to lipsync in the 70s she learned that shit at a gay club ANYWAY IM GETTING OFF TOPIC

what im trying to get at here is i think theres an underlying theme, intentional or not, in most of robs films that seems to highlight how people from better off or more “developed” areas love to swarm to the south/rural areas in order to profit off their “misery”. the entire crux of house, what starts this shit off, is that they go on some road trip in order to gawk at roadside attractions run by people just trying to make a living. they dont view the family as people, just props for them to exploit and use for wank fuel because they dress a certain way. their nothing but meat to consume for these people, just subhuman entertainment to them. 

i kind of wanted to highlight some of that in my shit. like, james as a character is someone who always been an outsider for obvious reasons. when he was on his trip he was seen as some kind of freakshow (he didnt pass for most of it) and like, finding the fireflys and seeing how they operate? was like a breath of fresh air. like he fit in for the first time in his life. and i think thats why his ultimate rejection of normal societal behavior and embracing the family’s murder lifestyle comes so easy to him. its still an adjustment of course, but hes going along with it because the people doing it all were genuinely nice to him. they cared for him, and gave him the one thing society as a whole failed to: the consideration and mutual respect as another human being. 

[cncobby]

Fluffy ABC’s series: Joel

happy new years my loves! i hope 2019 is good to all of us (its still 2019 in california but eh close enought)

so this is a new series (maybe) that i’m thinking of starting!! i got inspo while browsing through tumblr and i saw a couple other fandom writers for marvel do this so I wanted to do it for Joel at least bc he my baby but if you guys like this i’m thinking of doing it for the rest of the boys?? lmk what you think!!

i thrive on positive (or any) feedback so hearing what you guys think motivates me and lets me know how i’m doing so i can write more!!

A = Attractive: what do they find attractive about the other?

For you its definitely his hair, you love running your hand through his curls and playing with his hair while you guys are all cuddled up. He loves your smile, the way it lights up the room when he makes you laugh and how your nose scrunches up just slightly when one of the boys tells a bad joke.

B = Baby: do they want a family? why/why not?

He most DEF wants a family with you. We know homeboy wants seven (why this specific number I have NO idea) but he always daydreams about this all the time. Sometimes you guys will just be sitting on the couch, cuddling and watching Netflix or something when he’ll suddenly be like “so when we have kids do I have any say in their names?” And you’re jokingly like “boy who told you I’m giving you kids” he’s like “um duh we’re having seven. Three girls and four boys ... We’ll have to buy a big house since they’re not gonna wanna share when they’re older.” 

C = Cuddle: how do they cuddle?

Like a fucking koala. Literally wraps you around him like a blanket. His head below yours so you can play with his curls. This is his favorite when you guys are lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, or just waking up. He’ll hold you against his body if you try to leave “five more minutes baby, then we’ll get up”

D = Dates: what are dates with them like?

They're super lowkey, but that doesn’t mean they’re anything less than special. You both love nights in since he doesn’t get to spend much time at home with you, so any chance you guys get to cuddle up and catch up on tv while eating your fave foods is always a good time. Its also a good idea so you guys don’t end up getting mobbed/bombarded by fans or paparazzi. Even though most of your dates are at home, he goes out of his way to make them special and surprises you every time. Whether it be ordering food from you favorite restaurant, or hiring a private chef, or sprinkling rose petals on the floor, he knows exactly how to bring a smile to your face.

E = Everything: “you are my ____” (e.g my life, my world…)

“You are my sunshine.” He always compares your smile to the sun. 

“Why do you always say I’m like the sun?” 

“Because you’re the biggest star in my solar system” 

“that was so cheesy” 

“yeah but you love it”

F = Feelings: when did they know they were falling in love?

I feel like it’d be super random and unexpected, like he was having a bad day so you spammed him with goofy pictures and videos and he just felt his heart burst with this overwhelming amount of fondness for you. He looked at your face with that stupid filter on it and just thought at how sad he’d be if he wasn’t able to see that everyday.

G = Gentle: are they gentle? If so, how?

I feel like during sex he’d def be more the slow and sensual type. He loved taking his time with you and seeing all the different sounds and expressions you made when he’d kiss you in certain places. Not to say he wouldn’t be rough at certain times, but I feel like he’s the more gentle love making type.

H = Hand/Hold: how do they like to hold? how do they like to hold hands?

He likes to hold your hands, but a lot of the time he’ll grip your waist while your arm is slung around his. He likes the closeness of this since he doesn’t get to walk around like this with you all the time.

I = Impression: first impression/s

So you were a low-key super fan of them, like running a blog about them super fan but when you saw him randomly at a coffee shop you were like “oh fuck do I ask him for a picture?? Do I respect his privacy?? WHAT DO I DO” but u ended up like just sitting there and not picking any solutions. 

He saw you sitting there alone and was like hooooly who that be. A part of him hoped that you recognized him and were a fan and wanted a picture so that you’d come a talk to him but after he stood around for a few minutes he was like “fuck she has no clue who I am” so as he was walking towards you someone accidentally ran into him and his drink spilled. All . Over . Your . shirt. You were like “holy fuck” and his brain went into panic mode and was like omg I’m so sorry are you ok?? Here take my jacket and legit stripped off his jacket and put it around you.  

And then it was like a really awkward period where you were like silent and petrified and he was panicking bc “oh fuck i spilled a drink on the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” But then you eventually were like “...well this wasn’t how I was gonna ask my favorite singer for a picture, but...” And he feels such relieft bc OMG she doesnt hate me. You end up getting your picture (and his number!!) and leave smelling like coffee, but with a cute new hoodie and potential boyfriend.

J = Joker: are they into pulling pranks?

He’s not that big of a prankster. The only reoccurring prank he does is surprise you by showing up randomly at your work/school/house when he’s supposed to be on tour. He prob tells super corny jokes ESPECIALLY when you’re having a bad day so you smile at how bad they are.

K = Kisses: how do they kiss?

Lots of quick smooches, one quirk is that he loves to kiss the back of your hand. Every so often, he’ll steal your breath with a slow, deep kiss that leaves you dizzy.

L = Love: who says I love you first?

Well after he realized that you were a fan he knew that you loved him but you were afraid to say it too early out of fear that he’d think it was just fangirl admiration. You don’t officially say it until he does, but he hears you whisper to it after you thought he had fallen asleep.  

M = Memory:  their favourite moment together

When he brought you home to his family for the first time, and you just fit. His mom loved you (thank god you were both freaking out over this) and his brothers instantly bonded with you as if you were their sister. His brothers teased him to no end, but were happy they finally had a sister to love and care for.

N = Nickel: do they spoil? 

He looooves spoiling you. But not only materialistically, even though he loves to buy you gifts. He knows you prefer smaller more meaningful gifts than extravagant ones, so he’ll always buy things with your name on it from all the countries he visits, or sends you one of his hoodies with his cologne sprayed on top so it’s like he’s home with you.

O = Orange: what colour reminds them of their other half

For some reason, he has a habit of buying you things that are yellow. Once you asked him why, and he said  that it reminded him of your smile, the way you light up a room when you laugh or giggle. Also goes along with how he says you’re his sunshine.

P = Petnames: what pet names do they use?

Lots of babe/baby, especially when he’s whining for your attention. 

“hey babe what hat should i wear?”

“baby come cuddle with me”

“look at how cute you are look at how cuuuute my baby is”

He calls you angel on certain occasions, like if you’re mad at him or when you’re having a bad day and he’s trying to cheer you up.

“angel whats wrong?”

“i’m sorry angel, you know I didn’t mean it like that”

“look angel!! this is how happy you make me”

Q = Quaint: what is their favourite non-modern thing?

He loves black and white silent movies. You guys will often call/facetime each other and watch these movies together, making stupid comments throughout the movie to each other.

R = Rainy Day: what do they like to do on a rainy day?

You guys loved to cook/bake on rainy days. Lots of reenacting scenes from your favorite musicals and doing lots of duets of your favorite songs together. (This results in lots of burned cookies)

S = Sad: how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Lots of times he’ll just call you because he’s on tour and will go on a long rant about whatever’s bothering him. But if he’s there with you, you’ll instantly be able to tell if he’s upset bc he’ll just look really pouty and in those times the thing he loves is when you lay his head down on your lap and just gives him a scalp massage while asking whats bothering him.

T = Talking: What do they love to talk about/hear you talk about?

He really likes it when you talk about school/your job because although he loves his life sometimes its nice to feel like a normal person. He likes to talk about all the dumb shennanigans the boys do when on tour and all the beautiful places he’s seen. 

U = Unencumbered: What helps them relax?

Sounds corny and predictable, but singing. He loves doing covers of all songs, and when he’s feeling stressed he likes to cuddle and serenade you.

V = Vaunt: what do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

He loves to show off your couple pics to all the boys. They often find him just scrolling through his photo albums looking at the pictures you guys took together. “Look guys, look how photogenic we are.” “Bro we know you’ve shown us that picture like a million times”

W = Wedding: when, how, where do they propose?

It was about two years after you guys started dating, and you were talking to him about which job offer to take, the current job you had allowed you to travel with him if you wanted to go on tour with him, but the new job you were offered was a definite step up from the one you had, but wouldn’t give you as much freedom. He obviously wanted you to take that one, but you were worried that it’d put a strain on your relationship since you wouldn’t be seeing each other that often and your trust issues started to creep into your mind when all of a sudden he was like “Well would being married make you feel better?” 

And you’re like “…did you just” 

A smirk starts to creep up on his face, “Did I just ask you to marry me? I think so, what do you think angel? Wanna get hitched?” 

You low-key wanna smack that smug smirk off his face but you’re too stunned and just nod. “Yeah I’ll marry you dork” 

Later you guys are cuddling after you ‘celebrated’ your engagement and you’re like ... “You do know your mom is gonna kill you for proposing like this though” and he’s like “FUCK you right”

X = Xylophone: What’s their song?

Sun and Moon from Miss Saigon. The lyrics represented your relationship so well, and you’d always ask him to sing this to you if you weren’t able to fall asleep

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

He’s a dork so he’d prob make some corny joke like 

“You’re the bomb to my diggity” 

The boys overhear him say that to you and are like bro PLEASE never say that again

Z = Zebra: if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

We know his family already has three dogs so I’m sure he’d get another dog! Especially to keep you company when he’s away on tour or doing band stuff!! Bonus scene: I can so see him coming home randomly like “…I got us another dog” and you’re like 

“JOEL WE TALKED ABOUT THIS” 

“ok listen but I went to go get more dog food and he just looked SO SAD”

i hope you guys like it!! its longer than most of my headcannosn and is a different style but i had so much fun writing this and its dear to my heart so show her some love <3

[thugnan]

Secret of the Scarlet Hand (PC 2002)

Story: 4/10

Characters: 3/10

Puzzles: 3/10

Chores: 4/10

Final Rating: 5/10

I’ve only played this one once and I honestly can’t remember parts of it or the plot. I love that this was the first appearance of Soony Joon, but other than that all the characters fell flat for me. This one took the educational aspects of Treasure in a Royal Tower and multiplied them by 100, in a bad way. This game played more like a Broderbund game, the puzzles were obnoxious and the play through was erratic (not as linear as its predecessors). Some of the chores involved bouncing back and forth a bunch (like the quizzes). I don’t remember there being any glitches though.  

Plot (spoilers obviously)

Thug Nan gets an internship at Beech Hill, a museum hosting a super big exhibit on the Maya. From the get go you get the impression that maybe this museum can’t afford to do this? Thug Nan is like “wait a minute this internship is paid right?” 

They hand you a list of chores and tell you to get on it. They’re preparing for the exhibition of a giant rock monolith. While doing these chores you meet:

Joanna: Your boss as the museum’s curator. She appears a little young to be running the place and slightly desperate to get income into the museum. Low key she cute tho.

Henrik Vander Hoop: He’s fancy and has an accent. He’s a researcher and knows things about glyphs. Not v social for the most part. 

Ale-ale-jandro: I don’t think I was supposed to like this guy tbh, judging from the responses Nancy had for some of his SJW rants, but yo he’s not wrong. I might be biased as we are basically the same person tho. He works with the consulate and appears to have a close relationship with the museum. He hates Johana and Taylor because they’re pirates. 

Taylor Sinclair: I thought he was a lawyer for some reason? He’s an art dealer, and tbh I’m suspicious of him immediately. I think it’s the mustache. Idk what it is about it but I don’t like it. He calls you into his office because he’s concerned that someone is gonna steal from Beech Hill, which heightens my suspicion of him but whatever. 

As we continue to do errands, we get more of a feel for the museum’s financial situation. When you try to order supplies, the distributor tells you that he sent you to collections and to gtfo.

The next morning, you’re in your office when the alarm goes off, someone has stolen a jade relic of King Pacal’s. The cops come and go, you ask Joanna about it and she gives you the a-ok to snoop up in there. She appears to care more about collecting that insurance monies. Suspicious but ok. 

Henrik is apparently also nowhere to be seen? Suspicious but ok. 

Alejandro and Taylor subtly mention that they were both in the building at the time of the robbery. Idk why either of them would incriminate themselves like that? Suspicious but ok. 

You get a call from Franklin Rose, your dad’s friend that hooked you up with the internship. He’s like legally speaking I need u to investigate this. So Thug Nan is like “aw yee, I’ma do it because you told me to, and not because suspicious Taylor told me to.” 

The robbers left a calling card, because you know, all the smart robbers do that right? Also idk how the cops dropped the ball on this one because the culprit’s calling card is A HAND PRINT. I’da been running the show I would just hand printed everyone in the building, and called it a day. 

So you gotta do some more tedious chores, which you only are able to pull of because the wack who had your internship before you left a bunch of drawings as hints. Soony Joon, I’ma tell u now that I think you’re a mad lad, but also thank you for ur service. 

You get in contact with some other folks that were also struck by the thieves who hit Beech Hill. They send you some more clues. 

THEN HENRIK IS YEETED DOWN THE STAIRS (seriously, what is the deal with this series and stair yeeting?) I’m going to say now that the stairs that Henrik fell down were a lot taller than those of El Paso High School, I’m just saying, idk how Henrik didn’t die but ok. 

Homeboy has amnesia. Johana was booted out of the building for mismanaging the museum and being overall suspicious. You and I know what this means right? Time to trespass go thru everyone’s shit. 

Johana was not happy about being booted out, and begs you to prove that she didn’t steal the pacal relic so the cops will let her go and the board will let her back into the building. I don’t really want to do that but I guess.

I made zero effort to talk Franklin into letting her back in whoops 8D. But she can’t say I didn’t call him. 

Meanwhile Henrik’s nurse/therapist hits you up like “yo he kept saying ur name in his sleep so we think it’s a good idea for you to visit. You can help him get his memory back” Yeah? Well remember that I said that he wasn’t v social? I legit know NOTHING about him, especially since his desk is all locked up. Idk why he was saying my name in his delirium but I hope that he knows that I am completely loyal to Frank Hardy  Ned, and if I were to cheat on him it woulda been with my sweet Maddie in Stay Tuned for Danger. I guess I don’t blame Henrik tho, erryone wants a piece of this Thug Nan. What can I say? I live dangerously. (Altho for once I haven’t been attempted murdered) 

While trying to jog Henrik’s memory you find out:

Henrik probably maybe stole the Pacal, but it sounds like he had Taylor logic. He stole it so the real thieves wouldn’t steal it?

He’s in cahoots with smugglers

Alejandro called the cops on Johana, and needs Thug Nan to “borrow” some papers from her. I don’t like the way he went about it but I respect the balls on this man. 

You gotta find like 5 other relics to open the dumb monolith… great. I still don't know why would want to?

Pacal (the real dood not the relic) built the monolith to suffocate a scribe/reporter that was too nosy for her own good. My dood was harsh.

Thug Nan finds the Pacal because well… she had to. And slowly but surely it begins to come together. Tbh the plot to this game was so convoluted, that I wouldn’t have figured out what I had to do without calling Frank and Joe every other second. 

Somehow I gather all the relics I needed to open the damn box, and you know I’m starting to think. If this Pacal guy didn’t want this scribe lady to ever be found why the eff would he make a key to the tomb in the first place? Whatever. I open the box and T A Y L O R  S I N C L A I R LOCKS ME IN THERE WITH A THOUSAND YEAR OLD ROTTING CORPSE.  THIS MAN IS ABOUT TO FEEL THE WRATH OF THUG NAN. 

Anyway, getting out of there was not that hard, my girl the scribe shoulda made more of an effort, but hey she didn’t have a handy dandy glowstick like moi. When I got out Johana, Alejandro, and a recovered Henry were on the other side waiting? Instead of helping me? They were v creepily like “YOU DID IT NANCY WE KNEW YOU WOULD.” Except they used Dr. Seuss rhymes to tell me this which only made it creepier. Also they knew it was Sinclair without me telling them? Which is like cool but WhY DiDnT U StOp hIm. They play it off as “well he stole the fake stuff” THEY LITERALLY HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT.  

Um, the end?

They left a couple of plot holes unresolved I think? Like Henrik having connections with smugglers. Why did he steal the pacal in the first place? What did he know about Taylor? Who pushed him off the pyramid? Or did he really fall? Alejandro seemed to be peachy with Beech Hill after he found out that the Pacal’s papers were legit? And Johana never asked me about the missing papers, she was also let off with a warning? Okie dokes. 

[whatjeon]

high school student!jungkook

genre(s): headcanons/bullet points, high school!au, (low-key) fuckboy!au, (a smidge of) badboy!au, friends to lovers, slow burn (??), a lil bit of angst, kinda crack-y, basically an emotional rollercoaster

warning(s): strong language

A/N: hello friends i am back not with an imagine but a bunch of bullet points i’ll try and pass off as mini-paragraphs!! anyway, i’ve been thinking about this a lot so i figured that i might as well publish something if i want to keep calling myself a “writer”... enjoy!! p.s. sorry not sorry for all the cliches and shitty humour LOL

high school student!jungkook au 

jungkook’s the new kid at your high school and moved into your neighbourhood during the summer of your sophomore year

lives in the big-ass house with a pool and indoor theatre bc his dad’s some music producer or something

honestly you had no idea he had moved in until the first day of school and even then, you had no clue what the fuss was about (but that was partially due to the fact that you hadn’t seen him yet lol)

he’s hot af and he knows it too which makes him hella cocky

he strolls into every single class with one hand in his jean pocket and the other either: a) running through his perfectly-gelled black hair or b) loosely holding onto his backpack strap

you’re sitting in AP psych with your five thousand pencils and highlighters out on your desk ready to clutch that A for the semester when he saunters in whistling

as soon as you see him walk in you know that he’s a fuckboy™

timberlands? check

light-washed jeans? check

plain white tee? checkcheckcheck

when he catches you looking at him (not that he could blame you like tbh everyone was checking him out) he winks at you and flashes you a smirk before sitting a couple seats behind you

by the end of the day you learn that you have AP psych and AP econ with jungkook

he’s quiet in class but you know he’s smart because the first thing your AP econ teacher has you guys do is participate in a game of kahoot as a diagnostic test. you sit behind jungkook so you’re able to see his laptop screen as he clicks on the right answers. he actually places first in the entire class and surprise surprise !! you end up placing second thanks to jeon jungkook the econ god

the next day at school you’re at your locker taking out your textbook for your math course when jungkook stops by and leans against the one next to yours and goes like “i believe you owe me a thank you, hmm?”

and you’re like “for what?” bc you genuinely forgot all about the kahoot test

jungkook laughs, tilts his head to the side, and as he’s glancing at your eyes he says “econ?”

in that moment you realise jungkook is not only attractive but also really really observant

“oh,” you say, shrugging and closing your locker. “thanks, i guess. see you around... jungkook, right?”

his finely-chiselled jaw drops and he’s like who does this girl think she is omf i’m literally the talk of the school AND WE HAVE TWO CLASSES TOGETHER

all he can do is smile (not as smugly, though, since you just ended the conversation) and push himself off of the locker he was leaning against

as he turns to go to his next class he can’t help but wonder who you really are because he’s a masochist you don’t take shit and you’re... kinda cute actually

the next day in psych jungkook’s hardcore flirting with you because he is determined to prove that there’s no way any girl on earth can resist jeon jungkook 

from behind you hear a pencil tip snapping followed by jungkook’s smooth voice cursing “oh my god i don’t have a spare” and being a nice person you turn around and hand him one of yours

as he takes the pencil his fingers brush against yours (ON PURPOSE!!!) and he winks at you before saying “life without you is like a broken pencil... pointless”

you send him an unamused smile and retort “your efforts are like a broken pencil. nice try, jeon”

the nickname sticks and you proceed to call him jeon for the next four months of school

jungkook likes how you’re not madly in love with him like the majority of the school so he makes even more of an effort to talk to you and get to know you during your classes and you become pretty good friends (??) if you can call it that

it’s really more like close acquaintances who can flirt joke around with each other

sometime in october jungkook asks you why you keep calling him jeon instead of jungkook and you tell him that he’s not worth two syllables (but in reality it’s because you think his last name sounds really cool... also the corner of his mouth always twitches upwards when you do but you aren’t ever mentioning that to him) and all he does is laugh because it’s refreshing to have a girl roast him instead of fawn over him, especially since he accidentally flashed his abs at basketball try-outs whoops

time skip ! it’s november and exams are coming up in a week so you’re studying for hours on end almost every day, sleeping late and waking early until one day you sleep through your alarm

you’re rushing out the front door and getting on your bike when you hear a “y/n!” behind you

surprise!!! it’s jungkook on his motorcycle (ofc he has a motorcycle lmao)

he’s like “wow, little miss honour student late for school?” and you leave your bike on your front porch before putting on the helmet and retorting with “can you just stick with an aesthetic?? you’re clearly a fuckboy–– only bad boys own motorcycles”

jungkook bites his lip to hide his grin but the urge to smile is so strong that he has to look down at his vans so that you can’t see just how happy you make him

you’re five minutes away from school when you realise that he isn’t wearing a helmet because he gave you his and your arms instinctively tighten around his waist

jungkook almost chokes, which is unlike him because he’s jeon jungkook, one of the most attractive boys at your school and #1 fuckboy, and he’ll be damned if he starts falling for some random girl just because she’s arguably one of the hardest-working people in the grade and her eyes remind him of stars and when she laughs it’s like honey drizzling on top of pancakes on a sunday mor–– and that’s when jeon jungkook realises he likes you

WHICH IS WHY as soon as you guys get to school he walks away and flirts with the first girl he sees

you’re like “ok???” but hella confused and low-key jealous mad

littLE DO YOU KNOW that as soon as you’re out of sight jungkook’s face goes from ;) to :( because he doesn’t want to flirt with anyone else except you

school ends and you walk through the parking lot to get to the main road when jungkook spots you and rides his motorcycle over, tossing his helmet at you

“get on, y/n. we’re going home”

and you ask him why bc you’re still kinda pissed about what happened that morning and he says “it’s what friends do” even though calling whatever it is that you have “friendship” feels wrong and just a little bit painful

from that day on jungkook drives you to school and back every day on his motorcycle (after he promises you that he’ll get a second helmet), even on days where his first class is a free period and he technically could wake up an hour later than usual because homeboy is hopelessly in love with you

it’s spring AKA track season !! jeon jungkook, the golden (ex)fuckboy (you can’t be a fuckboy if you only flirt with one girl sorry jeon) of your high school, makes the ~varsity~ team

which means he can’t drive you home after school because you don’t do a spring sport :( but you’re cool with it

this is also the time when you become really close with another notorious fuckboy who lives in your neighbourhood, kim taehyung, except there’s no sexual tension between you two because taehyung is a good bro™ who just likes to get it on sometimes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

one day jungkook sees you and taehyung walking home together when practice is canceled and he is JEALOUS AF

he knows he’s being irrational but going home together is you and jungkook’s thing !!! not you and taehyung’s thing !!!!!

so the next day he goes to “talk” to taehyung bc he doesn’t want you to know he’s jealous and basically tells taehyung to “get the fuck away from y/n or else” and taehyung smirks and refuses bc he’s a little shit

aaaaand you’re just chilling during your free period when a friend tells you that your mans jungkook and taehyung are fighting in the quad

the fight gets broken up as soon as you enter because 1) jungkook doesn’t want you to see him all violent and 2) taehyung actually really likes being your friend and doesn’t want to mess things up that badly

but the damage is done and people are already talking about how y/n, a notorious goody two-shoes, is dating jungkook and taehyung at the same time and they both found out, leading to their fight at the quad

you ignore jungkook and taehyung for the rest of the day for damage control but it’s useless and your “perfect” image has been tarnished

you head over to jungkook’s house after he’s done with track practice and chew. him. out. 

which then turns into a full-blown argument

“everyone thinks that i’m a fucking whore now thanks to you and your goddamn temper, jungkook. honestly, can you grow the fuck up?”

“well you didn’t have to go around doing who knows what with taehyung, y/n”

“as if you’re any better”

you guys are screaming at each other and the argument ends when jungkook finally loses his composure and yells “then why don’t you just fucking leave and never come back, y/n?”

so you angrily storm off, tears welling up in your eyes

the next morning you wake up feeling awful and you have half the mind to skip school for the day, but then you remember that you’re a high school student taking multiple APs so skipping class is waaay out of the question

you’re about to head out the door when you remember that jungkook isn’t there to drive you to class anymore :( so you have to go from the back door to the bike shed and take your old bike out

when you emerge from the backyard you see a figure dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweats (classic fuckboy™ clothing), leaning against his black motorcycle with his hands in his pockets, staring intently at the ground

you’re in front of him when he finally looks up

his brown eyes widen and he clears his throat nervously but you speak first because you got 0 sleep last night and seeing him look so soft and just him being there in front of your house even after a huge fight makes your heart swell

“i didn’t mean what i said yesterday. well, i did mean some parts but i never meant to use my words to hurt you. i was mad and being irrational. i’m sorry. you mean so much to me and i just–– i’m pretty sure i’m like, in love with you and oh my god did i just say that? i mean––”

and jungkook’s speechless but also relieved because then that means he doesn’t have to do the confessing first

what he does do first is kiss you in the middle of your rambling because 1) he loves you too and 2) he doesn’t want you to embarrass yourself any further lol

when the two of you finally part he just smiles really softly at you and pull you in for a tight hug

“i love you too, y/n. i’m still a little mad, though”

and you’re like oh boy, here we go but then jungkook smirks, tightens his hold on you, and says “i can’t believe taehyung is the reason why we finally confessed to each other”

when you and jungkook walk into school together with your hands tightly clasped together everyone is like POWER COUPLE ALERT because the ex-fuckboy and goody-two-shoes are actually dating ?!!

bonus: you guys are voted prom king and queen wow stan legends stan jungkook and y/n

extra bonus: taehyung is your ship’s #1 fan and president of the unofficial jungkook+y/n fanclub

[alastormccdy-archive-blog]

meet alastor eugene moody. he’s an idiot.

somewhat corrupt. has a funny relationship with the law, and by funny i mean ‘the law? don’t know her. she bad?’

first of all, he’s a former hufflepuff, and not ashamed of it. in fact, moody is never really ashamed of anything. he just doesn’t tell his house to anyone bc ~~secretive~~

he’s got a point though. because u know what gets him killed in the 90s? loyalty. he believes the people around him are loyal to him, and that they got his back. and so he died. so yeah him being an hufflepuff is a big clue for his enemies bc he dies for his hufflepuff characteristics and hi im sad

his parents were both slightly paranoid as well so they thought that the best way to avoid their enemies was to live in a remote island. so that’s how he grew up, almost always alone, or with a nanny, in an old house full of secret tunnels and hidden compartments, and even when he went out there weren’t a lot of people - unless he went with his parents to the mainland. so sure he’s got some issues ajhdgsba he really grew up internalizing that everything could be dangerous if you didn’t take extra measures, and that having a lot of people around you was a liability

he said fuck that to the ‘living in a lonely island’ because homeboy needed to hear some noise every now and then. the old moody family house has been kinda abandoned and he lives in a small flat in london, which he rarely goes to because what is sleep or free time or normal life

alastor knew from the very start that he was going to become an auror. his parents were both aurors, his grandparents had either been for a bit and then changed into other ministry positions, or had stuck with the auror office. it was just?? the family pride. to have medals everywhere and a tendency to trauma

did he ever like that? nah. did he accept it? also nah. the original plan was to stick to the job for a couple of years after training and then leave - go on some long trip with family money and learn, maybe become a teacher (astronomy seemed the most likely option)

then his parents died in the span of two years and suddenly he had an even bigger legacy to carry. then missions dragged on. and responsibilities piled up. and then the war flooded the office and he refused to leave until it was done (and every day that passes loses a little more hope of ever leaving)

u know what’s been growing instead? unhealthy behaviour. moody was always an insomniac, but now it’s gotten much worse - he actively avoids sleeping. his flat has more and more protection spells. he looks over his shoulder more often. clear signs of some paranoia have started to show, and he can see that he’s not headed somewhere nice, but he’s also not gonna do anything about that oops

moody is not a model auror. in fact he only has a job still because he does it so well. he has no respect for the rules, frequently going beyond them, over them, all in the name of results. when they cut him off in the office, he just goes on unsanctioned missions in his free time - and he’s really a fan of those

all that matters is that the work is done. he means well, he truly does, but he knows the limitations of the government and he’s not afraid of the consequences

he’s not exactly reckless. alastor moody doesn’t barge in without a plan. his plan though??? can be a bit too wild. and malleable. what matters is that someone’s on their way to azkaban

one of his hobbies is collecting dark magic artifacts, little objects here and there that he certainly shouldn’t have. he never plans on using them, but he finds their existence so interesting?? the limits of magic?? he’s an idiot with black market friends and can often be seen in shady places with shady people doing shady deals

his other hobby is astronomy because why not. he just?? absolutely loves it. used to map the sky all the time as a kid, had so many books on astronomy, worshipped muggle astronauts. it’s one of the few things he can still hold on to

al is very secretive. most of his life is a mystery to other people and he’d very much like to keep it that way. sharing feels weird and invasive and it’s not fun

his experience as an auror, the trust dumbledore has in him and his accidental leadership skills (he hates them so much) make him one of the people calling the shots inside the order a lot of the time. and he ?? really likes the order tbh. it’s all the things he enjoys about auror work + not being carefully watched by the government

he loves reading. whenever he forces himself to have some chill time, he’s got a book and some coffee and it’s lovely

al is a language nerd. he loves learning new ones okay it’s his thing 

fun fact he had a bulgarian penpal during hogwarts to help him with the language and it’s probably his best kept secret

idk. he’s holt from b99. i just love him so much so please love him too

[wiltedclown]

episode two: bullet

ft. Anthea Quince and Viktor Dandurand.

in which two police officers have a conversation about professionalism and also get a good lead (finally)

A groan escapes Anthea’s lips as she steps under the yellow tape covering the alleyway’s entrance. Viktor approaches her, the flashing lights of the police cars illuminating his grimacing face. “Fuck dude, can’t this have waited another, like, ten minutes? I was kind of in the middle of something?” She grumbles. 

 “Language, and no it can’t. This is the third murder this week, and we’ve got a message this time.”

“A message? Like, from homeboy himself?” Anthea’s eyes light up and Viktor gives her a disdainful look.

“Anthea, I told you to stop calling him homeboy. It implies that you’re on friendly nickname terms with the killer.” He says, eyebrows scrunching into a frown.

“Oh, so fucking what. I already know his taste in women and also in murder, I’d say we’d be on nickname terms if we actually met in person by now.”

“Regardless, calling him homeboy is inappropriate. Not to mention it’s a terrible nickname. I’m just going to ignore the rest of that comment.”

Anthea tilts her head and smiles at him. “This is why I love spending time with you, man.”

“Please stop. This is a crime scene, not a coffee date.” Viktor sighs and turns away from her, walking instead towards the police cars. Anthea hangs back, instead taking a moment to appreciate her growing flashing-light-induced headache.

“Huh. That’s, what, twenty seconds? Probably a new record.” She grumbles and looks back at Viktor, who is talking to another officer. He makes a ‘come-here’ gesture with his hand and walks away towards a thin alleyway which is cordoned off by yet more yellow tape. Anthea follows.

She jogs a little to catch up and links arms with Viktor.

“Anthea, what are you doing.” He says, not really expecting an answer.

“What’s your problem with me, Vicky?” She asks after a little pause. Viktor furrows his brow and looks at her.

Viktor stops and turns to her. “Do you actually want an answer, or..?”

“Yeah. What’s up? How can I ease your suffering, etc?”

“You’re too competent.” He says bluntly, offering no further explanation.

“... explanation, please?” Anthea says, waving her hand.

“You shouldn’t be this good at your job based on who you are as a person,” He pauses, looking for the right words, “For example, you handed in a report on our last case written in pink sparkly gel pen and covered in illustrations, and it was somehow the most intelligent and helpful thing I’ve read all year and the chief agrees. You’re totally unprofessional at all times and swear far too much and- I mean, look at the state of you now, you’ve exchanged your uniform for sweatpants, flipflops and a red cape to really bring the look together! And yet despite all this, you’re so good at your job that I’d bet money on your ability to solve this case within the month but I’d feel too bad for whoever bets against you. Somehow, this...” He gestures wildly at Anthea’s current, bewildered state, “is the top detective in Andesty’s police force, if not the best in Haldonia.”

Anthea places a hand over her heart and a small ‘aaw’ comes out her mouth. “You believe I’m our top detective? That’s fucking adorable,” She asks quietly, “I mean it, dude. I actually don’t  know what to say, that’s so sweet.”

“Yes. It’s terrible.” He replies, and begins walking again.

“That’s fucking adorable. I love you, dude.” Anthea’s face breaks into a grin and she ruffles Viktor’s hair. “So, where’s this corpse?”

“This is exactly what I mean!” Viktor sounds offended, but as he turns away Anthea sees a hint of a smile on his face.

A couple of minutes later, the pair arrives at the scene of the crime. Anthea walks forward to inspect. Viktor writes down what Anthea is saying aloud, so she can later translate it into the following report:

The body of a woman, aged around twenty-seven, is sprawled on the floor. Her blonde hair is stained red and her eyes are wide open in shock. In the centre of her forehead is a bullet wound. There are two additional wounds; one in her throat and one in the centre of her chest. Any one of them would have killed her; the killer, however, preferred to shoot three times. The reasoning for this is unknown. This indicates that this is the same killer as in cases #167 and #169-73.

Mentioned also was a message. The message is written on a piece of newspaper in blue marker pen. It will be sent through to the forensics department as a piece of evidence. The message reads: “see you soon, love from homeboy”. This is worrying, to say the least.

“You think? If he knows your nickname for him, used only when discussing the case, what else does he know?” Viktor runs a hand through his hair and looks over the notes.

“Are we just ignoring the ‘see you soon’ element of the note?” Anthea says, and Viktor swears he hears an element of excitement in her voice “This means either we’re close to finding him out-”

“Or alternatively he’s coming for one of us slash someone close to us. Anthea, that’s worrying. Let’s discuss it later at the station; wording doesn’t decay but bodies do. Can we wrap this up so cleanup can take the victim’s body to forensics?” Viktor sighs.

“Ugh, fine. I was just getting into it, as well.” Anthea says, more to herself than to Viktor, and begins to think again.

“So, there’ve been a bunch of cases pretty much identical to this one, same wounds and so on. It’s been, like, six?”

“But this is the only one we’ve had so far with a message, correct?” Viktor taps his pen on the edge of the clipboard on which he’s written down the notes.

“Yeah,” she continues, “so that means either we’re getting too close for comfort or we’re not moving anywhere so he wants to give us a clue, which’d mean he’s treating this whole thing as a game,” Anthea begins to walk away from the body. Viktor asks her where she’s going, to which she replies, “I’m heading back; I’ve seen all I’ve needed to see. Now, there usually aren’t any witnesses. Are there any today?”

“Yes, actually,” Viktor says, striding alongside her, “one Lucy Holt. She’s sitting in the back of the ambulance right now; Varkas is looking after her.”

“Holy shit it’s like fucking Christmas up in here.” Anthea claps her hands excitedly and sprints in the direction of the ambulance. Viktor watches her cape flow behind her and hears the slap of her flipflops on the pavement, shakes his head and raises his eyebrows as if to say ‘how in the living fuck is she so good at her job with that attitude to professionalism?’.

[hopeishappinessff]

Chapter 5

We retreated back into the den to finish up the movie. A few hours later, Destani got a text from her mom letting her know that she would be home late, so she decided to gather a sleeping Imani and head home to start on dinner. Chris and I were left sitting adjacent to one another on the couches and he flipped aimlessly through the channels of the television. I could hear the sound of the front door unlocking and I peered over my shoulder to find my aunt slipping through the door. “Hi my babies,” She smiled as she moseyed into the den after locking the door behind herself. “Hey Ms. Maddie… how was your day at work?” Chris asked as she plopped down tiredly on the sofa next to me.

“Oh Lord honey, it was tiring as I don’t know what.” She sighed. “Well are you hungry or anything Auntie?” I asked. “Child, I am starving. I’ll probably get on up and go whip up something quick for dinner.” She said through a stifled yawn. “Let me pick up something for you. I was going to get myself something to eat anyway.” I exaggerated, hoping that she would agree to relax and allow me to worry about dinner for the evening. “Oh no baby, you don’t have to do that.” “It’s okay, just tell me what you have a taste for and I’ll go pick it up.” “Well baby if you insist.” She giggled, which of course caused me to laugh.  After she relayed her order to me, I made my way to the stairs to head up to my room to retrieve my shoes, keys, and wallet. I bounded back down the steps to find Chris leaning against the bottom half of the banister, arms crossed with a smirk playing at his rosy lips. “I love how you asked me if I wanted to go,” He said with squinted eyes. “Sorry Chris,” I laughed nearly out of breath, “Would you like to join me on my journey to pick up food?” “Yes… yes I would.” He turned and sauntered into the den to ensure that my aunt would be alright with watching a snoozing Desean then quickly trailed along behind me out of the front door.

We headed out to my car and climbed in then we were on our way. The ride was silent, with the exception of the radio and the light conversation that Chris attempted to start. Arriving at the fast food restaurant a short while later, I shifted the car into park and we simultaneously exited. We entered the establishment and moved to the end of the short line to the registers. Thoughtlessly, I glanced back at Chris who stood close behind me only to find him suddenly frowning deeply and peering toward the left side of the restaurant. “What’s wrong?” I asked, momentarily ignoring the lack of space between the front of his body and the back of mine. He lowered his dimming orbs to me and I watched as his tongue slithered smoothly out over his pouted lips. “Nothing” He mumbled.

I didn't immediately tear my watchful eyes from him, because the blushed tint of his cheeks contradicted his words and alerted me immediately. He was getting upset about something and I had not a clue what it could be. We stood a short while longer in the line, with Chris taking frequent glances toward the left of the building. “Um, hi.” I greeted the cashier once we approached the counter. “Hello, can I take your order?” The girl seemed less than thrilled to be speaking to me, but she quickly took notice of Chris’s who never lost his place behind me. Once I finished reciting my order, I began to wonder if she’d even taken it accurately as she stared relentlessly at him. After blurting out my total, she swiftly turned her attention to Chris “Anything for you sir?” “Nah ma, I’m good.” He muttered, jamming his hands down into his front pockets. She smirked and allowed her eyes to drift from his face down to the top of his chest. With one glance in my direction, her mood shifted abruptly and with a not so discreet roll of her eyes, she tore my receipt from the small printer and wordlessly pushed it toward me.

Chris and I moved from the growing line and stood off to the side to wait for the order. He focused his attention toward the far left corner of the sitting area again and I finally peered off in the direction his eyes had ventured, noticing a table in the very back occupied by four black guys. “Like I’m really not understandin what the fuck they’re starin at over here. They really need to turn the fuck around.” He mumbled through barely parted lips. I turned to face him and reached out to grip his tense arm “Calm down. They’re probably just looking at the cashier or something.” “Nah. The nigga with the nappy ass dreads already pointed dead at you when we walked in and all them niggas turned around to look.” He explained with a grimace. “Okay well… why are you so upset?” I asked, genuinely confused. I figured I’d missed the point as to why he was becoming progressively upset in the first place by their persistent staring. “I…” He glanced down at me with a sigh, “They just need to turn the fuck around.”

With furrowed brows, I gazed up toward the counter with hopes that they would call my number soon. We continued to wait and I finally managed to coax Chris into turning around and diverting his attention elsewhere. With the thought of the staring group of boys now creeping to the back of my mind, I suddenly felt a tap against my shoulder and I turned to find one of them standing there smiling. “Aye ma… can I talk to you for a second?” He asked shamelessly. “Nah my nigga, she good.” Chris blurted, slipping into place next to me and possessively wrapping an arm around my waist. “My bad, I don’t think I was speaking to you homeboy. I was talking to this lovely young lady right here.” He explained, reaching out to grip my wrist. “Real talk bruh, you need to chill the fuck out and move along.” I could feel his grip tightening against my waist as he glowered unnervingly at the guy who stood nearly a full foot shorter than him. “This you bro?” The guy asked, looking from me to Chris for an answer. “Yes homie… can you please let go of her arm?” The guy lifted his hands in a surrendering manner, then turned to head back over to his table.

With luck finally on my side, my ears perked at the sound of my order number. I raced to the counter as quickly as I could with Chris still glued to my hip. Snatching my bag from the counter, I maneuvered toward the exit and led Chris to the car and he trudged along behind me with his hand still stuck to my hip. I focused on disregarding the abnormal sensation of his hand placed perfectly against the curve of my waist… we’d just narrowly dodged a huge confrontation inside the restaurant and I was determined to get us out of there before things escalated. “You can let go now.” I muttered, peeping down at his hand. He dropped his stern gaze to the location of his large limb and slowly dropped his arm to his side. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

I could hear the sound of the door chiming behind us and I assumed it was just a random patron exiting the building. “Aye you light bright mothafucka!” A voice yelled out behind us. I turned around to find all four boys from the back of the restaurant leisurely approaching. Looking back at Chris, I noticed that he had initially continued on to the car. He slowed in his path and glanced over his shoulder with a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. I stared on horrifically as he chuckled and jabbed an incriminating finger into his chest. “You’re talking to me?” “Yeah I’m talking to your faggot ass. My homeboy here says he felt like you disrespected him and I think you owe him an apology.” The guy clarified. Chris turned his body completely to face the group and gradually began to close the gap between them. “Alright, let me get this straight… you want me to apologize to this bitch ass nigga right here?” The ring leader of the group laughed, shook his head, and pointed at Chris “Don’t be disrespectful homie, unless you trynna get your pretty boy ass whooped.” “Oh… oh okay, I understand… you’re gonna whoop my ass if I don’t deliver a sincere apology to your friend here, yes?” Chris stopped directly in front of the group and glared dauntingly at the main speaker, “Well how about we skip that apology altogether and get right to the ass whoopin homeboy?”

“Nah my nigga, that’s not what I said. You need to chuck up that apology to my bro. I mean, how was he supposed to know that was your bitch…” The poor guy didn’t even have a chance to finish that thought… Chris had already stiffened his right fist and cocked his arm back, projecting it forward and delivering a potent blow to the left side of the guys face. His jaw was clenched as he huffed through flaring nostrils like a mad man and hovered over the seemingly unconscious guy who’d landed on his back with a hard thud. “You wanna keep talkin all that shit homeboy? Get the fuck up and lemme get that ass whoopin you just promised my light bright faggot ass!” He barked, face morphing quickly into a darkened shade of red.

I was initially frozen in shock at the sound of the impact his tatted knuckle made against the guy’s cheek. I quickly snapped out of that daze though and rushed to Chris’s side, throwing an arm around his midsection in an attempt to pull him away from the scene. “Charlie calm down. You've proven your point, now just calm down… it’s okay.” I whispered just loud enough for him to hear. In the midst of his anger and in the most minuscule manner, I could just barely feel his tense body melting against my grasp. It was almost as if he were allowing himself to be tranquilized by my touch. I gripped him tighter, because the serenity of his body was still the opposite of his brash words. “Nah Hope, let me go. This bitch ass nigga right here said he was gonna whoop my ass. You mothafucka’s get this bitch up so he can live up to his word… fuckin punk ass bitch!” The veins in his neck bulged as his voice boomed throughout the lot, inviting a few onlookers. With every bit of strength I could muster, I pushed him back toward my car. Miraculously, I was able to hold onto him long enough to get the passenger side door open and by the grace of God I forced him inside.

Slamming the door shut once I’d managed to get him to tuck his legs inside, I started for the driver’s side and faltered in my steps at the sound of an all too acquainted voice behind me. “Yeah that’s right, listen to your girl and take your bitch ass on!” The boy who’d bravely approached me in the restaurant shouted. I swung around at the sound of the passenger side door opening and spotted Chris emerging from the confines of the car “What the fuck did you say? I see you talkin shit all the way over there after I got my ass in this car. Please, come the fuck over here and say that shit to my face. Please... I dare you!” Thankfully the boy didn’t take Chris up on his dare and remained in his position on the other side of the lot as I raced around to lure him back into the car. Once I’d secured him inside, I pressed my thumb firmly into the lock button on the fob on my keychain and finally scurried over to my door. I had to be sure to time it so that I could climb into my seat without Chris climbing back out.

Once I made it in and locked the doors immediately, I didn’t hesitate to crank the ignition and reverse the car out of the parking lot. Adrenaline coursed through me as I focused merely on removing Chris from the spectacle he’d created at the restaurant. I peered into the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of the stupidly brave boy tossing a stubby middle finger in the air at my retreating vehicle. My breath became wedged somewhere in my throat as I watched Chris from the corner of my eye. I’d assumed he’d taken notice of the boy’s gesture and he quickly pressed a finger against the button to lower his window. He recklessly slithered his entire torso out of the window and turned to face the restaurant “Fuck you, fat ass nigga… tell your lil bitch to come see me when he wake the fuck up. I’m still waitin on that ass whoopin!”

--

Resting my head against the headrest, I pulled the car to a halt at a traffic light with a sigh. Silently, I turned my attention to a fuming Chris. He sat slouched in his seat with his hat pulled dangerously low over his brows and his right leg quivering furiously. With the amount of rage radiating from his body, I somehow still couldn’t contain the smirk that teased my lips at the sight of him. There was something about his livid demeanor that drew me in. I was captivated by the strength and masculinity of his jawline, the natural pout of his rosy lips, and the light splash of russet freckles sprinkled across the tops of his cheeks. Who was I kidding… the boy was a walking Adonis. I swiftly turned my attention away from him just as he began to turn his head in my direction. "Um... are you alright?" I asked as I accelerated at the green light. "I’m good." He mumbled. His vibe made it clear that he didn’t desire to speak, so I allowed the radio to fill the car as we continued on to my house. Arriving a short while later, I pulled into the driveway and put the car in park then killed the ignition.

"Did you want to come in and eat or something?” I asked softly. With a sigh, he ran his hands over his face and sat up straight in his seat “No thank you. Imma just head home now.” "Well I ordered extra, if you want to come over later or something.” "Yeah… I guess I’ll let you know." His tone never rose above that of a murmur as he climbed from his seat and out onto the driveway. I followed suit, moving to pluck the food from the backseat. Once I secured the car with the lock on my keychain, I turned to face Chris who gazed off down the street. My eyes followed his stare and I spotted a familiar vehicle creeping up the road. It didn’t take long to figure out who was approaching… it was his girlfriend.

I faced Chris who was already standing there, staring quietly at me. “I’ll talk to you later Hope.” I nodded and turned to move toward my front door. Slipping my key into the lock of the door, I glanced back at Chris who never tore his gaze away from me. Gabby had already pulled into his driveway and she was more than halfway out of the driver side “While you standin there gawking at her, I know you see me.” She shouted over the roof of her car. He quickly turned his attention toward her, then ambled on past her toward his front porch. "I see you Gabby. But I’m not in the mood for bullshit, so chill with that.” “I'm sorry papi," She started as her expression immediately reflected pure seduction, “Since your mom isn’t home, why don’t you let me help make you feel better.” Pushing the door open, I nearly toppled over the threshold as I moved quickly to get inside and out of earshot of their conversation.

--

Desean had apparently been picked up by Tootie before we got back, so now it was only my aunt I sitting across from one another at the kitchen table enjoying dinner and light conversation. The moment we sat at the table, she immediately noticed an absent Chris and began to interrogate me regarding his whereabouts. "Well, he got a little upset while we were getting the food and he wanted to go home to cool off." I explained. With a raised brow, she peered at me fretfully "What happened Sy?" I sighed and prepared to give her the details of the incident that’d taken place less than an hour ago. As the story concluded, I glanced at her as she shook her head. "I told Joyce that boy has some serious anger issues. She should really look into getting him some professional help for that." She said with furrowed brows. I nodded in agreement and sipped from my cup of juice "Well his girlfriend came over as soon as we got back… maybe she can help him calm down or something." Twisting her lips to one side, my aunt squinted at me "Isn’t Joyce at work?" "Yeah, I think so." I replied. "Well I bet that lil heffa of a girlfriend can help him ‘calm down’." I nearly choked on a forkful of food as I laughed at her. There was no doubt that no one in our immediate circle was very keen to the thought of Chris being with Gabby… even my aunt. She was very open about her distaste for the girl and she never hesitated to remind me of that.

"But, let ask you this Sy... how did you feel when he defended your name the way he did?" She asked, referring to that piece of the story I’d shared. I stared at her in confusion as I considered her question "What do you mean?" Placing her napkin down on the table, she leaned comfortably against the back of her seat and crossed her arms over her chest. "You know what I mean. How did it feel to know that he was sticking up for you?" "Well I definitely didn’t think of it as him defending me… I mean, why would he? I think he was just upset by the way those guys were acting and that’s what set him off.”

"Let me tell you something honey," She started, resting her elbows against the table with a smirk, “Your aunt knows a thing or two about love and chemistry… and believe me, I know it when I see it. The chemistry I see between you and that boy is like something I’ve never witnessed before. He adores you Sy’Diyah and if I’m not mistaken… the feelings are very mutual.” Peering down at my twiddling thumbs, I shook my head in disagreement “Well let’s say I actually did have feelings for him… Auntie, there would never be a chance for me. I mean honestly, do you see the girl that he’s with? How could I ever compete with that? Chris goes for the confident, exotic model type and I don’t possess any of that. And even if I did, I could never approach him confidently enough to look him in the eye and just blurt out ‘Hey Chris, I know you have a girlfriend… but I really like you.’ It’ll never happen.”

Rising regally from her chair, my aunt rounded the table to kneel in front of me and she clutched onto my hands “Sweetheart, listen to me… you are one of the most stunning young ladies I have ever laid eyes on and don’t you ever let anyone tell you any different, do you hear me? You may not see it now, but after nearly ten years of watching you and Chris grow together… I’m positive that you mean more to that boy than you could ever imagine and I’m sure he appreciates just how beautiful you are. I know you won’t believe it now, but I’m sure you’ll see for yourself in due time. Now I won’t force you to sit here and confess to being in love with him and I certainly won’t promote you being a home wrecker and intruding on his unfortunate relationship, but never say never baby… because you’ll never know until you try.”

With a wink and a warm smile, she stood to her full height and pulled me up into a tight hug. Clenching my eyes shut, I quickly wiped away one random stray tear that’d cascaded down my cheek. My aunt was one of the wisest women I knew and I’d always admired her for her majestic mannerisms and her southern belle disposition. I was very happy with the young woman I’d become and I had no one to thank but her for her relentless devotion to raising me as if I were her own daughter. “Thank you Aunt Maddie.” I purred into the collar of her uniform. After effectively regulating the waterworks, I informed her that I was tired and I was soon on my way up to my room to prepare for bed. Gathering a large t-shirt and a pair of boyshorts to sleep in, I moseyed into the restroom for a shower. Nearly half an hour later, I exited the bathroom with a flurry of steam trailing behind me. I pulled my herbal essence infused tresses into a messy bun atop my head and tossed my outfit from the day into the hamper in my closet. Switching off the lamp on my nightstand, I finally climbed under the plush blankets on my bed.

I nestled myself against the overabundance of pillows that adorned the top half of my bed and allowed my mind to become swamped with unanswered questions, most of which surrounded Chris. I was more confused than ever by what both Destani and my aunt had shared with me earlier in the day. They both seemed so confident that Chris did indeed share the feelings that I had for him, but why couldn’t I see what they spoke of? I didn’t want to get my hopes high by making myself believe something that wasn’t true. The more the thought stirred in my mind, the more confused I became. In less than five minutes I began to drift into the first cycle of sleep with the confusing thoughts front and center on my mind. In the distance, I could hear the sound of soft tapping from what sounded like the furthest corner of my room. My eyes fluttered and I thought for a moment that I was only hearing the sounds of the house settling around me. The noise rang out again and I turned my squinted eyes toward my large bay window. Slipping from the confines of my bed, I moved closer to the window and cautiously pulled the string to raise the blinds. Eventually I breathed a sigh of relief once I made out the silhouette of Chris perched comfortably on a large branch of the big tree.

He watched me with uncertainty in his eyes as I slid the window up, and nibbled at his bottom lip “Hey, um… sorry if I woke you up. Can I come in?” Staring at him thoughtfully, I wondered why he was requesting entry at such a late hour. He’d knocked at on my window a ton of times since we were kids, but he hadn’t done it recently and I was honestly curious as to what caused him to resort back to the habit. "Yeah... come on in." I eased off to the side of the window, giving him plenty of space to climb through and land carefully on the carpeted floor. I glanced back inquisitively at him as I moved to shut and lock the window and waited quietly for him to explain why he was standing in my room instead of his. "Uh... my mom... she’s been on some other shit all day. I couldn't deal with that tonight so, can I...?” His words wavered as his gaze plunged to the floor. "Yes Chris, you can stay." I muttered, turning to fully face him. My eyes drank in the sight of him standing there in a pair of plaid pajama bottoms that of course sagged comfortably at his waist, revealing his black Ralph Lauren boxer briefs. His torso was dressed in a solid black tank, leaving his perfectly ink adorned arms and chest on full display.

My gaze followed his retreating body as he moved toward the side of the bed he typically occupied “Thanks Hope. I swear I was gonna sleep in my car if you wouldn’t have let me stay.” Giggling softly, I followed suit and ventured back to my side of the bed “When have I ever told you no?” “I mean, you coulda had a change of heart or something. Coulda been done with a nigga crashin in your bed all the time.” He chortled. Climbing beneath the covers, I shifted with the desire to reclaim the comfy position I’d previously had “Well would you like to tell me what happened?” He sighed as he pulled the comforter up to his midsection and tucked an arm beneath his head “Ms. Joyce was just trippin man,” He started, referring to his mother by the only name he would call her when he was peeved with her, “As soon as she walked in from work and spotted Gabby, she immediately went off and started bitchin.”

"Did you two get caught doing something?" I asked. "See that’s the thing… we weren’t doing shit. I was still pissed from what happened at that restaurant so I wasn’t even feelin Gabby like that, no lie. Ms. Joyce just hulked her way in the den and was like ‘Chris, what the hell are you doing in my house with this girl? I told you not to be in my house with no females alone boy. She needs to go.’ She was going nonstop for the rest of the fuckin night, even after the girl left. So I said fuck it, I’m not trynna snap on my mama… let me remove myself from this blasphemy.” His voice was soft, yet gruff as he finished off his story. Laughing lightly, I snuggled my head against the pillows and yawned with fatigue "Well I'm sorry you had to go through that. Why don't you try to get some rest now?" I suggested. Turning to face me, he licked his tongue out over his bottom lip with raised brows “I’m sorry for blowin up like that earlier.” I knew that he was referring to the incident at the restaurant and I smiled as I listened to him acknowledge his wild behavior “It’s alright, you were rightfully angry and I know you couldn’t help it.”

“Nah, but like… for me to get that worked up and outta control right there in front of you, was extremely uncalled for. What if that situation woulda escalated? You coulda got hurt and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself for that.” His brows began to furrow from the intensity of his stare. “You’re absolutely right, anyone could have gotten hurt if the situation escalated. But that didn’t happen… and I’m fine, so no worries.” I reasoned. He nodded, just barely, but never tore his gaze from me. Easing his bottom lip into his mouth, I watched through my peripheral as he slipped a hand over his solid abdomen. His gaze grew nearly intolerable and I quickly cleared my throat and pulled the blanket up to my neck. "Well, I’m pretty tired. So um, goodnight.” “Night.” He spoke in a hushed tone. Turning onto my side so that my back was to him, I stared at the large window adjacent to me. Ten minutes passed and I was hopeful that he’d dozed off, so I shut my eyes and relaxed against the bedding. After unmistakably feeling the bed move, I froze and prayed that he was rotating to situate himself comfortably. I nearly fainted at the feeling of his arm snaking around my waist, gently pulling me closer to him. He aligned his torso with my back and I focused on maintaining a normal breathing pattern when I felt his warm breath tickling the back of my neck.

“You smell so sweet.” He whispered. I refused to utter a single word for fear that anything that seeped from my lips would come out in the form of a moan. He chuckled softly as he used a finger to make tiny circles against my stomach “You’re the only person who truly understands me, you know that?” With the stimulating sensation of tingles traveling down my spine, I gulped back a mouthful of spit and remained stock still “No.” I wasn’t sure how much I’d just embarrassed myself by attempting to speak to him, but he full out laughed and a distinct low groan came from somewhere within his throat. “Well you are,” He uttered, with his silky lips moving lightly against the skin of my neck, “You don’t know how much I appreciate you for that. I’ll show you one day…” I had no clue what he meant and with my muddled brain, I couldn’t even form a comprehensive thought to make it make sense. In one fluid motion, he pressed his pillowy lips against the back of my neck and held them there, squeezing me into a tight hug from behind. “Goodnight Hope.”

[everlarkingjoshifer]

Let’s board the crazy train! (part deux)

Okay folks I am back with more shenanigans. More of 

However this time it’s on Jenny Lou’s side. You see she’s “dating” darreg aka egg head. And yes it’s all mistletoe’s, rainbows and unicorns on Bizzare Grossland! Because you know Jenny is really turned on by that bald ass head that looked like a newly laid pigeon’s egg and his grandpa body.

 But see, not everything is wonderful in paradise. You see folks, Jen is 26 years old to darreg’s gross 48. So like any young woman who likes to have fun she went to a club where she sort of poled danced, (not great upper body strength, but she tried ya’ll.) she got a little messy and humped a YOUNGER dude. She also gave homeboy a kiss. But hey, Jenny is young you know. She doesn’t really need to be in bed by 8 pm and put her teeth in a cup of water. She doesn’t need to put on her reading glasses and read in bed about how to improve her colon health by eating more fiber. Those are darreg’s concerns, because he obviously cannot spew enough bullshit into this world. 

so, it looks like our grandpa is a little on the miffed side because his young girl is not behaving appropriately. (whatever the fuck that means. She’s 26, she’s reserved the right to have fun and get a little messy. It’s just a problem because she’s an actress and we judge her because it’s not a private moment. She’s in the limelight and there’s nothing she can do about it.) She’s too “immature”. No fucking shit dumbass, she’s 22 years younger. When darreg was 15 Jen’s parents hadn’t even planned on having her. 

In fact, sources tell NW magazine that their relationship is “all but over” – and Darren is using the pole dancing incident as an excuse. “This was a total mismatch from the start,” an insider says of the couple, adding: “to him it was just a fling”.

Okay but like if this was a fling why the fuck did you work so hard to prove to everyone it was real? Why go around professing your commitment and using her fame to promote your agendas. Why the fuck would you ever let her meet your son when she was just a “fling”. Why is it you that benefits from the entire relationship? 

I’ll tell you why. Because it’s fake, and not just any kind of fake. It’s fucking Victorian Era fake. Allow me to explain. Back in the times of Jane Austen and all the gargantuan amounts of romance novel reading coupled by google have allowed me to understand Victorian Courtship Rituals. I know we’re in 2017 but Hollywood is still stuck in the olden days. 

She never approached people of higher rank, unless being introduced by a mutual friend. (Never talk to anyone that’s more famous than you unless you’re introduced)

People of lesser rank were always introduced to people of higher rank, and then only if the higher-ranking person had given his/her permission.

Even after being introduced, the person of higher rank did not have to maintain the acquaintance. They could ignore, or 'cut' the person of lower rank.

A single woman never walked out alone. Her chaperone had to be older and preferably married. (they have to be accompanied by bodyguards or friends.)

If she had progressed to the stage of courtship in which she walked out with a gentleman, they always walked apart. A gentleman could offer his hand over rough spots, the only contact he was allowed with a woman who was not his fiancée.

She would never call upon an unmarried gentleman at his place of residence. (you should not be seen visiting or hanging out with a dude if you’re single unless you want to be linked to them)

She couldn't receive a man at home if she was alone. Another family member had to be present in the room. (Always make sure to make it publicly obvious that you’re hanging out with whoever you want to be linked with.)

Intelligence was not encouraged, nor was any interest in politics. (This one is specifically more for egg head.) 

Above is a list of a few rules that one had to abide by while courting with a few of my amendments. The rules seem archaic but it’s what Hollywood runs with. It’s what is expected when the elite date. 

Here’s the interesting part of all this charade though. In the times when a Victorian women or man was set to court and lets say they were less than enthusiastic about their partners prospects or looks they would beg the other to cry off. Meaning, that if the woman didn’t want to get married the man out of courtesy would call off the courting in order for the woman to save face and vice versa. It was all very planned out.

 See, in doing so the person who would cry off would come off a indecisive and or uninterested in the coupling effectively letting the world know that their parent’s and or guardian did not make the right choice. This could be embarrassing for the parents when they lived in a time where it was expected of them to be infallible. HOWEVER, there were times when if the couple wanted to make their relationship public it there would be a contract signed by both parties to avoid any crying off. This is where things got a little more complicated. See, if either party did in fact cry off after the contract was signed the offended party had to receive compensation for whatever goods may have purchased or exchanged. this is where the dratted nondisclosure and prenuptial contracts come from. That’s to protect the offended party from further bad mouthing and scrutiny and to keep your goods separated. It’s also Hollywood’s favorite paperwork among the elite fauxmances. It’s a form of protection, but ladies and gentlemen this is where my point comes in. In the article it’s Darreg who is dumping Jen. Darreg,a 48 year old man who has two children with this woman. 

How that fuck did that happen? I have no clue. Maybe Nat has low self esteem, maybe he rented out her womb. Maybe he hypnotized her with his awesome dad dance and cap wearing self to hide his light blinding head. All I know is that her son has had the unfortunate luck of looking like a certain director who impacts women by simply berating at them. 

So it stands to reason that Jen is the one who is taking the brunt of his rage in order for this bullshit to end. Be it as it may, it’s uncomfortable and honestly, no one fucking buys her story of being into older men. It’s just weird and I think I can safely say that everyone is over it. I hope this really is the beginning of the end because I don’t really know how much more of the awkward/ fake pap walks I can take. 

P.S. Why on earth would you make it a point to call the paps to take a picture of your lonely somber self in NYC while your boyfriend whom you were supposed to be visiting was in San Francis at a Sierra Club event? Oh jenny, why ridicule yourself in this manner when you know we can tell if you’ve changed your shoes? Why wear the same dress for two days in a row? Don’t you know that doing so is considered a faux pas? Darling you’re much better than this and it’s time you show us.