#or having to choose which of ex's personal belongings to take with him to the next season.

[waterfall-ambience]

unfortunately i think i'm better at understanding smaller bits of mundane sadness rather than larger-scale personal tragedy and horror.

like with 'captain luna relives his trauma of losing his little brother in an elaborate dream hellscape', i acknowledge that the situation sucks and i want to make it suck like hell for him, but 'captain luna has not experienced the taste of home since he left and is unable to recreate it' fucks me over like you wouldn't believe.

[honey-flustered]

Along For The Ride (Part 1 of 2)

MDNI +18 Only!!

Farmer!Older!Beefy!Eddie Munson/ Mean!Bougie!Fem!Reader

Summary: A drunken joyride leads you in the midst of Eddie Munson, who’s seeking repayment for the damages made to his property by you. Fed up with your constant misbehavior, your father makes a deal with Eddie in which you will do some manual labor around his farm in exchange. You’re not too pleased with this arrangement and your differences in personalities lead to a clashing of heads…and tongues?? (8.5k words)

A/N: I have not written in ages. It is really tough being a writer with the pressures I place on myself to be perfect, to gain more likes and followers, to write things as quickly as possible. I’m learning to fall in love with writing again. It’s a slow process but someday I’ll be able to share all the great things I’ve been working on for the past year. Anyway, here is my start to starting my journey again and thank you all for supporting me.

Older!Eddie photo edit by: @/eddiemunsons-missingnipple

CW: fluff and lots of angst, enemies to friends to lovers trope, SLOW BURN, age gap (Eddie 40s, Reader 20s), mean!affluent!reader, bad girl reader, light smut/eventual heavy smut, bratty!reader, ugly duckling turned swan trope, reader character development, mean friends, minor canon events from tv series (chrissy death, eddie accused of chrissy and other victims deaths), limited knowledge of farm life and work, drunk driving, consumption of marijuana and alcohol, committing of property crimes, return of reader’s ex, mentions of insecurities, descriptive and graphic language, lots of sexual tension, kissing, dry humping, eddie cums in his pants

You bellow out the lyrics to Taylor Swift’s “We Are Never Getting Back Together” along with your three friends, not a care in the world for who would be unfortunate enough to hear you in the chilly 3 am evening. The girls pass around a bottle of tequila when your best friend, Tana, —seated in the passenger seat— attempts to pour a shot into your mouth.

“Babe, no. I drank enough at the club. The guy that asked for my number was practically throwing them at me. I had to kill a plant by pouring my drinks onto the poor thing. Men ruin everything.” You pout.

“Amen to that, sis,” Tana says, snapping her fingers. “Had a guy tell me that he thinks I’m the one for him. Turns out, he’s married with a baby on the way.”

You all playfully point your index fingers to your tongues, faking gags before leading into a giggling fit.

“I had a guy ghost me because he didn’t like me sharing my selfies on social media. Said that ‘they should only be exclusive to him’.” Your friend, Essie, shares.

“I feel like we need to get back at men for the shit they put us through,” Brooke chimes in. “I’m in the mood to make a man fall to his knees, whimpering for mercy.”

“You kinky little minx!” You laugh. “Are you trying to make men pay or are you trying to get laid?”

“Can it be both?” Brooke says, biting her acrylic-donned thumb.

“I say…” Tana calls attention to herself, raising a hand. “We choose a random house on this street to wreak our vengeance. One of the homes has to belong to a man.”

“I’m in!” Essie beams.

“Me too.” Brooke says, high fiving Tana for her devious plan.

“I don’t know, guys,” You say, reluctant to rain on their parade. “We’re pretty drunk but I don’t think we’re drunk enough to want vandalism charges. Let’s just go to one of those rage rooms and let out all this pent up energy. We could scream out female rage lines from our fave movies and break shit.”

“That’s…okay but it’s not as epic as Tana’s idea,” Essie says, leaning forward to be in better earshot range. “Come on, y/n. It’s only for tonight. You know, we’re just having some harmless girl time fun. It’s not like we’ll be breaking and entering. We’re just gonna do some silly stuff then leave. Pleeaaase. I just broke up with my boyfriend. I need this.”

You take a quick glance at the girls who all send big, puppy eyes your way. You sigh then laugh. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

They cheer at your response, knowing that they’ve won. You raise a hand to cease their cheers and they quickly go dead silent. “Since, I’m the most sober one here. We’re doing this my way,” While staring at the road ahead, a smirk slowly spreads across your face. “I get to choose the place.”

——————

The four of you sneak onto the open field, tiptoeing through the tall grass. Based on the smell wafting in the air, you are certain there are barn animals nearby.

With a nasal tone in her voice from holding her nose, Tana says, “Ugh, how could anyone work around this icky smell?”

“Shhh,” You order, putting a finger to your lips. “If we need to be quiet if this is going to be a successful in and out mission. Do you remember the plan?”

“How could I forget? It’s the most basic prank ever.” Tana whisper-yells, holding up the two rolls of toilet paper in her hands.

“It’s still a huge pain to the homeowner,” You defend confidently before letting out a wicked giggle. “He will be so inconvenienced when he wakes up in the morning.”

Tana shakes her head lovingly at you before peering to her right and left. “Umm, y/n, where’s Essie and Brooke?”

Your eyes widen as you unintelligibly peer to your right and left as well despite knowing the space is empty. “Oh shit,” You facepalm. “How could we have let them out of our sight? Who knows what those morons are doing?”

“Hew we awe,” Essie carries a ‘baby talk’ inflection as she materializes from the dark bluish night with a medium-sized pig cradled in her arms. “Evwyone meet Wilbur.”

“I’m sorry but where the hell did you get that pig?!” You say, no longer able to keep your voice to a whisper.

“The barn, obviously.” Brooke replies.

“What happened to not breaking and entering?! I take my eyes off you two for a second and you’ve already broken a handful of crimes.” You scold.

“But we’re saving him, y/n. You don’t want this pig to become bacon, do you?” Essie says, holding up the pig near your face only for it to wiggle out of her grasp and take off running.

“We’ve gotta catch that stupid fucking pig!” You yell and the girls obey. The group comically chases the animal around, slipping and sliding through mud and crops. In the chaos, the pig makes contact with the toilet paper you’ve long abandoned, tossing it around with the help of the forceful winds to guide it all over the field.

You spot the pig approaching the door of a small blue cottage. You dive forward, fully immersed in the thick mud that soiled your white tank top and denim skirt and you cared little for this fact with your concerns focused on obtaining the pig in your arms. He squeals and whines against you as you plead for its compliance.

Suddenly the porch lights turn on, shining down on you like a spotlight. The door swings open and not long after you’re forced to look into the eyes of your prosecutor from the ground.

A rugged, older man with unruly, curls of brown hair cascading down his shoulders and the deepest brown eyes that are as large as buttons. The same eyes that were now staring down angrily at you.

“What the fuck?” He says through gritted teeth. It’s not until he sees the full extent of your wrath that he decides to emphasize his previous statement with a fury of a thousand suns. “What. The. Fuck!”

You swallow hard, releasing the pig as you collect yourself off the floor. The man feels no need to check whether his pet had entered the home safely, wanting his eyes to focus on you in case you tried running.

“I-I could explain. W-we were just—”

“We?” He abruptly interrupts, upholding the gruffness in his tone.

You were afraid that he’d say that. After all, those bitches were a little too quiet for your liking. After looking behind you to confirm their abandonment, you slowly face your prosecutor once again.

Swallowing the hard lump in your throat you begin, you try scrambling for an answer. This is already a very terrifying situation. This man looked terrifying himself. He’s robust in build, littered with tattoos, and had piercings. You don’t see men like him everyday or at all on your side of town. Men usually groomed themselves like ken dolls where you come from. But when you have come across men that look like him, the experience has always been a negative one—-only this time you were the one at fault.

“I’m sorry.” You shrug with an awkward smile then tack on a “Please don’t call the cops.”

He sighs deeply. “I’m not going to call the cops…”

“Oh, thank god.” You sigh in relief, a hand to your beating chest.

“You’re going to call your parents,” He finishes. “And you are going to tell them that we’re going to come up with a solution for this or I will be calling the police.”

“Oh, fuuuck.” You groan.

————-

“I’m so very sorry, sir. Truly,” Your father says after profusely apologizing for the 7th time since his arrival. “She’s been acting out a lot ever since she’d gone away to university. My wife and I don’t know this girl but she is not the y/n we raised.”

You roll your eyes at the comment, texting away at your friends who wanted to know the details of your capture. Meanwhile, you’re too busy cursing them out to care about how badly you’ll be punished for this.

“I’m just glad things didn’t get any worse or when someone could’ve seriously ended up getting hurt.” The farmer says, staring pointedly at you.

“Now I was thinking…though I could very well pay for the trouble and we could be out of your hair, I’m a man that likes to go above and beyond when it comes to taking responsibility. My daughter’s exceedingly aware of this fact about myself,” Your father scoots his seat up closer to the table, fingers together as if proposing a business plan. “It appears that you might need some temporary assistance in tending to your farm work. If you’re looking for an extra set of hands to help with some manual labor for the next two weeks, my daughter is happy to oblige.”

“Excuse me!” You say, attention fully invested in the conversation. “Tell me you're joking.”

“Nope. You are grounded. Meaning that though you are visiting for spring break, you are currently under my roof, my rules. I am still your parent after all. To clarify, there will be no going out with your friends. You are to come straight to

Mr. Munson’s farm every day after your time at your mother’s shop. You’ll help the gentleman around with whatever he asks of you.” Your father explains.

“And what if I don’t?” You ask, defiant.

“Then you’ll be cut off and you’ll have to earn money on your own.”

“Y-you m-mean a j-job?” You ask, horrified.

“Exactly.” Your father confirms.

You stare wide-eyed at farmer Munson who has a prominent smirk on his face. “I like the sound of that, sir. You’re a good man.”

You shriek in anger. “You’re the worst!”

You furiously stomp out of the home, hating your life and men once again.

————

Your father had no doubts that you’d be going to work on the farm once he’d threaten to take away your (his) money. When you arrive at the address, you’re immediately reminded how you're not on your side of town anymore. It’s officially Hickville.

Reluctantly knocking on the door, you hope that Eddie won’t answer the door, praying that he’s changed his mind and took the money instead. Unfortunately, he answers the door with a huge smile in contrast to your deadpan demeanor.

“Oh, come on, lighten up, sugar. I made some of my famous iced tea ahead. One taste and it’ll all seem worth it.”

“It’s not fair!” You rant, pushing passed him. “Why am I being the only one punished? This was all Brooke’s idea. And Essie was the one who stole the goddamn pig.”

“His name is Wilbur,” Eddie corrects. “And who are we talking about exactly?”

“Doesn’t matter,” You sigh. “Bad things always happen to good people.”

“I’ll say.” Eddie says, staring you down.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You really think you’re the victim in all of this?”

“Are you?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t we check out the lovely view of the TP’d trees blowing in the wind?” He asks sarcastically, gesturing to his window.

“It’s just a little toilet paper. Never had a little prank done on you.”

“Wow,” He feigns a smile, shaking his head at you. “Your audacity to diminish all the negative things you’ve done to me into the spirit of good fun is astounding.”

“My therapist did always say I have a knack for looking at things on the bright side.” You retort.

“Is that so?” He asks mockingly. “Well then, you’re gonna love this special job I have for you.”

—————

Which leads you to the situation you’re in now. You’re staring into the eyes of a cow whose large brown eyes kind of reminded you of farmer Munson except they actually held kindness in them and not pure disdain.

“There’s no way I’m milking this thing. I have no idea how to do that,” You say, prompting Eddie to raise a suggestive eyebrow at you. “You know what I mean, pervert.”

Suddenly, an idea clicked in your head. Maybe you could use this ‘pervert’ thing to your advantage. He’s obviously single or he wouldn’t be this much of a crab. You can easily seduce him and get out of doing anything!

“Mr. Munson,” You say with a purr in your voice as you press yourself up against him. “I’m actually really good at milking other things after all. You’ve got me pegged at that. Maybe…I can show you just how skillful my mouth and hands can be for you.”

He laughs. He fucking chuckles in your face. How fucking dare he?! “That was rich. Seriously, that performance was just…moving. You can try to sway me with sex all ya want, hun. Trust me there are women and men who’ve tried,” He slightly narrows the gap between your faces, staring you down. “I don’t buckle under that kinda pressure, sugar. It’ll take a lot more than salacious words to make my dick jump. Now why don’t we go back to the task at hand, shall we?”

You’re fuming. This asshole really thinks he can get away with making you out to be a fool. Well, two could play that game. You’re going to make his existence for the next two weeks feel like a total nightmare.

He seats you on a small stool beside the cow before instructing you on how to milk her. You halfheartedly reach for an udder, shrieking at the feel of it between your fingers.

“This is so gross!” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m going to disassociate and imagine that I’m in a niche boutique in Manhattan.”

“Ah, spending daddy’s money even in your dreams. How thoughtful.” He mutters.

“You have no right to judge me just because you think I’m privileged.” You snap.

“I don’t ‘think’ you’re privileged. You are privileged. See the difference?”

You tug on an udder, purposefully targeting him as the milk drenches him. His face puckers his face before staring daggers at you.

“Oops.” You say in a sickeningly sweet tone.

——————

You begrudgingly enter your house key into the doorknob, body aching from the day's work. The moment you enter, your father’s happy-go-lucky spirit engulfs you and it takes everything in you not to explode.

“Hey, honey, how was your first day?”

“Question, father,” You begin, calling him the formal term instead of “papa” or “dad”. “Do you love me?”

“Now what kind of silly question is that?” He reverts back with his own question, befuddled.

“I’m just curious because I don’t think a father who truly loves their daughter would ever put her through the kind of hell I just went through today.” You respond.

“You milked a cow,” Your teenager brother, Aspen, enters the dining room before beginning a dramatic act. “Someone save the poor girl! She’s gaining new life experiences! You are such primadonna.”

“Shut up, ya little twerp.” You say, pulling his hoodie over his face.

“Your brother’s right, dear,” Your father says. “You are being really dramatic. I don’t get it. You never used to be this way. You loved reading books and conducting personal science experiments and geeking out over your favorite movies—”

“That just isn’t me anymore, dad. The sooner you accept that, the better it is for us all.” You grumble.

He decides to drop the topic in favor of keeping the peace for the dinner your mom prepared for the family to enjoy as a unit. But your mind couldn’t help but to wander back to those times where you were seen as a nerd and bullied for being different and having different interests. University was a different story though. There, you were able to reinvent yourself into the hot bad bitch you know today.

But why is it that your father’s words resonated so much with you? Had it been because it wasn’t the makeover or the new friends and partners you’d make along the way…it was the fact that he knew that you, yourself, couldn’t believe your own act. He knows that you're lying to yourself about liking the person you’ve become. No way could ever admit such a thing to him. And it’s not like you’d feel this way forever. Once you’re done with this hell labor with Eddie “The Devil” Munson, you can go back to your popular life.

————

The routine continued including your constant pushback. It went: shadowing your mother for the day with her bridal clients, heading over to the Munson farm soon after, non stop bickering between the two of you for 2 hours, then heading back home to soak your aching body and curse out the world.

Today is no different with the task of you grooming the stupid pig that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Wilbur. His name’s—”

“I know!” You shout at him, gathering the metal pail and wooden brush from the table. You grumpily made your way to the backyard of the home in search of the shed supposedly carrying the soap to clean the pig. When you notice Wilbur rushes out of a trailer home stationed in the backyard. “Hey, get back here!”

The pig is long gone and you don't care to chase after it once your interest is piqued by the mystery home in the backyard. Searching around to make sure there were no signs of Mr. Munson, you enter the place cautiously.

It’s as if the trailer had been stuck in the 1980s. Everything is vintage and old looking but also well kept. You see photos of the younger Eddie Munson scattered around the walls of the home and—-though you hate to admit it—he was just as handsome as he is now. In some of the photos including one pinned to the fridge by a magnet, you can see an older man. Maybe his father.

Your eye catches an old poetry assignment also pinned to the fridge with a large ‘C+’ above it. A little note at the top explaining his grade being contributed to some misspellings and some inappropriate language despite the good work.

You raise the paper to your eyes and read:

If I Were A Hobbit

If I were a hobbit, I’d be so free

I’d frolic in the grass and smoke some trees

With furry feet and a merry heart

From adventure’s call, I’d never depart

With Bilbo’s tales, I’d while away time.

In the beautiful land of Middle Earth’s rhyme

I’d wander the fields beneath the sun

I’d travel it world cause it’s all in good fun

If I were a hobbit, maybe I wouldn’t get laid

But, hey, it’s goddamn worth the price I paid

You giggle, amused at how fun Mr. Munson had been long ago. You wonder what could’ve happened. Immersed in the poem, you were unaware of his arrival until he whispered haughtily into your ear.

“We’re continuing the trend of breaking and entering, I see.”

You jolt away, facing him. “I-I’m sorry. But you said that I had to look for a shed. Should be more specific.”

“This looks like a shed to you, sugar?”

“Trailer…shed…it’s no different.”

He chuckles dryly. “You are a piece of work.”

“Look who’s talking? You know, you seemed a lot more fun when you were a teenager.” You comment, holding up the poem.

“Give me that,” He yanks from your hands, placing it back on the fridge. “Ain’t anyone ever tell you it’s wrong to go snooping around people’s things. Wait, who am I kidding? I met your father. Even if he were to have taught you these things, you’d probably go against him.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” You hiss.

“Right back atcha, sweetheart.” He retorts.

“Then, I hope you don’t mind if I continue to do so.” You say, pushing past him to go into the hallway.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, hot on your trail.

You enter a bedroom and it’s another blast from the past. The typical kind of teenage boy bedroom. It’s no shock to you that he's a metalhead. You begin to rummage through his collection.

“You little brat,” He huffs. “I’m too old to be dealing with this shit!”

“Live a little,” You say, popping in a blues cassette into the radio. “Dance with me.”

He stands in the middle of the room, arms crossed as you begin to dance in circles around him. Your boot kicks up a newspaper article crumpled up on the ground and you go to retrieve it, ignoring Eddie’s protests.

It is an article about 15 years ago that expresses Eddie Munson’s exoneration in the death of Chrissy Cunningham and him receiving only a $50,000 settlement. It also goes into detail that his only known immediate family and caretaker, Wanye Munson, had died just a month before his release.

“Oh my god, Mr. Munson. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” You trail off, knowing what to say or even where to begin.

“It’s all in the past now,” He sighs. “Besides, I’m fine now. I still have my friends. They are like family. They’ve got their own lives but when they can they check on me. That’s more than enough.”

Without thinking, your arms curl around his body and for the first time you get to feel his body against yours and it’s addicting. He tenses for a moment, unsure whether this is okay but eventually he melts into your embrace.

His beefy arms cradle you, a large hand resting atop your head. Your heartbeats fall in sync with one another’s and you allow yourself the brief moment to nuzzle into his chest, the chest hairs peeking above his tank top tickles the tip of your nose.

You dare to look him in the eyes, seeing them already looking down at you. They were wet with unshed tears, pleading with you for something. It’s the first time you’ve seen that look on his face and like a magnet you're drawn to it. You’re suddenly moving on your own accord, tiptoeing to brush your nose against his. He lowers his face to your level. Your lips are only a mere centimeters from his full ones when the sound of his phone ringing takes you both out of the moment.

He’s quick to pull away as if freed from an intense spell. Excusing himself, he leaves the room and heads outside. You’re left standing in the room alone, the soft, rhythmic melody of blues playing in the background.

Willing yourself to cool down, you decide to go on with your original task and find Wilbur while hoping it’ll shake off the electric feeling he left on your skin.

————————-

Bathing the pig proved to be quite the distraction because this little shit is making you use all your brain power to keep it still. Having stripped into just your bikini and rainboots, you held the pig for dear life as you washed and scrubbed at him and practically yourself.

You notice Eddie from the corner of your eye, stifling laughter as he leaned against a nearby tree.

“By the way, I’ve already washed off all the barn animals, tended to my crops, and was able to make myself a sandwich in the meantime. You, however, you’re still working on Wilbur. Or should I say, he’s working you.”

“Hardee har har,” You say, unamused. “Will you just help me with this pig?”

“Alright, alright,” He says, heading over to you. The pig immediately jumps from his grasp and into your arms. “It’s all in the technique.”

“Easy for you to say. He already knows you.” You grumble.

“Now what you’re gonna want to do is come up behind him. He's a big fella so in order to hold him down you’ll need to straddle him like this and place your hands down firmly on his back. That way he’ll know to stay put,” Eddie says getting into position, his boots digging in the dirt for some leverage. “He’ll tussle with ya a little but it’s only because he’s not used to being handled by other humans. He’s still a little frantic with me even after all these years. I saved him from the slaughterhouse so it comes with the territory.”

“You mean you weren’t going to turn him into bacon?”

“No, sugar, Wilbur’s family. Now get up on here with me. Don’t put too much of your weight on him. Only just enough to hold him down.” He instructs.

You follow suit, straddling the pig and placing your hands over Eddie’s before looking back over your shoulder at him. “Like this?”

“Just like that, sugar. You’re a natural. See? Now I’m just gonna go ahead and get up and you’ll take the—”

“What? No, don’t leave me! He’ll just shake me off again.” You protest.

Sure enough, the pig began to shake the both of you off its back, side to side until you both fell back into the soil. You fall right into Eddie’s lap and he instinctively grips your hips hard, causing you to let out a yelp and scramble out of his grasp.

You sat on your knees, looking at him with wide eyes and he returned with the same expression. The blush on his face intensifies and you follow the way his hands rush to pull the cowboy hat from his head to hold against his lap.

He quickly looks away from you, clearing his throat.

“You’ve got—erm, your bikini bra…” You’ve never seen him so flustered. So speechless. You eish you could relish in it but when you realize exactly what he’s insinuating, you feel your cheeks begin to heat up as you wish the world will swallow you whole.

Your tit is hanging out for the world to see. A fucking nipple slip! Why did God cease at nothing to make you the butt of every joke?

You briskly adjust your bra, shaking in your boots. The itching desire to run heavy on your mind.

“I-I s-should go,” Your shaky legs somehow allow you to stand as you peer down at him. “Have a good evening, Mr. Munson.”

You stiffly power walk your way to the small cottage home to gather your discarded clothes on the porch. Eddie’s large hand rests on your shoulder.

“Wait! I can’t send you off like this. You’ll track mud in your car.”

“It’s not like I haven’t done that before.” You scoff.

“Why don’t you shower here and I’ll offer you some fresh clothes? I’ll be making my stir fry in case you're hungry.”

“You being nice to me all of a sudden, Mr. Munson?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t help but think there’s some kind of hidden agenda.”

He smiles a genuine 100-watt smile. “No, sugar. I’m just extending some needed hospitality is all.”

—————

You pull on the long sleeved t-shirt Eddie offered you, studying its logo. A horned demon, swords, dice and so on.

“It’s my old high school club t-shirt.” He says, coming to sit beside you on the couch.

“You were in a Dungeons and Dragons club?”

“You know D’N’D?”

“Know it?! I loved that game.” You say, excitedly.

“I didn’t think kids in your generation still played that game.” He laughs.

“Oh, yeah,” You nod. “I was a dungeon master. My campaigns were fire. Anyone who’d joined my games would always go around telling their friends to come see me in action.”

“No way! I was a dungeon master, too! I took it a little too seriously at times but it was like my second passion,” He looks you up and down. “I would have never thought someone like you would be into that kinda stuff.”

“I’ll ignore your sly comment to clarify that I wasn’t always like this back in high school.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“Well, you heard my dad. I used to be a goody two-shoes. A nerd. And I even dressed the part, too. The old me would’ve totally geeked at your Hobbit poem. I’m different now though.”

“What’s so wrong about being a nerd?” He inquires, scooting closer to you.

“I used to get bullied everyday. Boys would ignore me. Even the geeks would only ever see me as a friend. When I got to university, that all changed. Everyone wanted me.”

“I think if I’d known you then, we’d probably be good friends.”

“Yeah right. I seemed like the bad boy type who falls for the cheerleader. You wouldn’t have looked twice in my direction.”

“No,” Eddie says firmly, staring you intensely in the eyes. “I would see you.”

He repeats for emphasis. “I see you.”

You swallow the hard lump in your throat, choking back tears. You’ve never felt so vulnerable. It’s strange to be so open with a man who 5 days ago you would have choked with your bare hands.

“Besides,” He says, breaking the silence. “I think it’s you who would have ignored me. I’m not the bad boy you think I am. Sure, I was a bit of a troublemaker here and there. But I was a huge geek, too. Hadn’t even lost my virginity until age 36. A year after my release. No girl wanted to fuck me back in high school. I was ‘the freak’. To some people today, I still am one regardless if I’m innocent.”

“I would’ve believed you’re innocent. I’d have been by your side, too. Us, geeks, have to stick together, yeah?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah.”

There’s that magnetic pull again. The attraction that makes you want to be as close to him as possible. You resist not wanting to make that move again but he takes the initiative, leaning in further only this time you're interrupted once again with the sound of your phone ringing. You throw a silent fit in your head. Eddie’s just as frustrated, expelling a long duration of air from his nose.

“Hello.” You say, answering the phone.

“Hey, baby,” A familiar voice says on the line. “It’s been months. I still think about our time in Venice and this spring fever is only making it harder to ignore.”

Now the memories come flooding in. It’s an ex-fling you met while studying abroad in Italy during your freshman year of university. The man who’d taken your virginity and showed you the ropes to popularity. The moment you left Italy you expected him to call you back but he immediately ghosted you. From then on, you became the maneater you are today.

“What do you want?”

You, of course. I hear you are back in your hometown. Luckily for you, I am doing some research here and I was wondering—-“

“Luckily for me? Are you on drugs, Stefan? I don’t care if you want me. You could forget my number and then you’ll forget me. Have a goodnight.” You quickly hang up the call, ignoring his pleas.

“Is everything alright?” Eddie asks, noticing the way you’re hyperventilating.

“I am now,” You sigh. “That was my ex. He was also my first. He treated me like shit made me feel stupid and like I needed him as if he created me. And back then, I felt like I did need him. Then he ghosted me. It felt good to give him a piece of my mind although I wish I could have said more.”

“I think you said enough. I’m certain you hit him where it hurts.” He laughs.

“I should probably go.” You say, standing up from the couch to grab your coat.

“What happened to staying for dinner?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Munson”

“Eddie. You can call me Eddie.”

“Eddie,” You say, testing his name on your tongue. You’re not exactly sure if you’re ready to be this informal with him despite your almost kisses and the boob slip incident. “I’m sorry but his call has left me shaken. I think I need to be in the company of my girls.”

“You mean, the girls who got you into trouble and left you behind? The ones your parents warned you to stay away from?”

“Come on, dude, I need this. It’s not like you can give me great advice about guys.”

“I could. Considering I am one.”

“Well, I don’t think we’re close enough for that kind of session.”

“We just had this whole heart to heart. I thought we were seeing some improvement in our friendship.” Eddie says.

“We’re friends?”

“Us, geeks, stick together?”

“That’s just an oath. Doesn’t exactly confirm a friendship between us.”

He exhales deeply, trying to contain his anger. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I tell your father about your little hangout.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” Your eyes narrow at him.

“That would suggest that I’d be getting anything of value out of this which I wouldn’t be. Therefore, no this isn’t blackmail but it is definitely a threat. I don’t care if we’re friends. I don’t care to be your friend, sugar. But as the more responsible adult between us, I think it’s within our best interest that you don’t hang out with the people who cause you to commit crimes. So, I think I’ll be taking you home, hmm?��

“And what about my car?”

“I’ll take good care of it for tonight. I’ll pick you up tomorrow for your next job.” He smiles smugly.

If looks could kill, he’d be 7 feet under and you’d already be in hell.

————

Eddie pulls up to the front of your house. The whole ride there had been silent. You angrily gather your things, hurriedly trying to exit his van.

“Have a goodnight, sugar!” He shouts as you slam the door in his face.

Once you’re inside, you do the routine process of angrily ranting out your annoyance with farmer Munson while stomping angrily up the stairs. Your family used to this by now simply goes about business as usual.

You dial up Tana and after a couple rings she answers. “Hey, bitch! I was just about to text you the news. Did you hear who’s in town?”

“Yeah, Stefan, I know. How’d you know?”

“He's been calling me nonstop asking for you. Says he wants to talk to you.”

“I already did. Told him to fuck off,” You say. “And I thought I’d feel a lot better about it but I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I didn’t get to stomp on his weirdly-shaped small dick.”

“Oh, yeeahh. I remember the dick pic he sent you. It is weird, isn’t it? Like an undeveloped banana. Anywho…you wanna get high at my place and watch America’s Next Top Model reruns. I’ve got Jell-O shots.” She singssongs the last statement.

“I can’t remember. I’m on lockdown,” You sigh. “If I get into any more trouble or I might as well hand over a contract of my soul to the devil.”

“Bitch, you are a grown woman. These are the best years of our lives where we’re supposed to live it to the fullest. Sneak out! I’m coming over to pick you up.”

“Tana, n—” But she’s already hung up the call. Sometimes, you really hate this girl. With no choice, you’re forced to make a plan.

Firstly, you create a human-shaped pile in your bed, disguising it with your comforter. Next, you’ll be climbing out of your window and quietly land on your lawn. Finally, you enter your friend’s car and you’ll be homefree.

Although, the climb is a lot more daunting than you anticipated. It seemed like a lot of a higher jump from where you are standing. Tana’s car pulls in and she rushes out to jump up and wave, whisper-yelling to encourage you to do it.

“Tana, this is fucking crazy. You always make me do crazy shit.” You yell down at her.

“But it’s all for the sake of fun experiences.” She retorts. “Come on and jump. Be the bad bitch, you are. Think for a second. WWBD: What would Beyonce do?”

“She'd probably fire you as a friend.” You growl.

“Fair enough.”

“Okay, I’m ready to jump. Just be ready to catch me.”

“What?” Before Tana could register what you meant, you jumped, hurtling into her arms and straight to the ground.

“Huh, that wasn’t so bad.” You smile.

“Yeah, because I’m the one breaking your fall.” Tana groans.

“Payback’s a bitch, love.”

—————

“So, is the farmer plowing your garden?” Tana asks, while applying mascara to your eyelashes.

“Tana!”

“What? That’s got to be the only reason you’re officially over Stefan.” She says.

“I was already over Stefan. Eddie’s just my headache.”

“You’re on first name bases with him. Oh, you are definitely fucking him.”

“I’m not!” You insist.

“And did you say Eddie? That’s the infamous Eddie Munson. How could I have not seen the connection? He’s so hot. Is that okay to say about a murderer?”

“He’s not a murderer.” You quickly defend him causing Tana to raise her hands in surrender.

“Yikes, I’m sorry I didn't mean to offend your friend.”

“He’s not my…well, he is. But…he’s not a murderer. He never killed her. I did some digging on the internet and this town used to be really strange back then. Not how it is now. I don’t know but the circumstances in all the deaths that happened back in ‘86 are all too weird. No human could do the things that I’ve seen done to those corpses.”

“Bummer. Guess we’ll never know who did it. I hear people who know of this case still harass him to this day. It’s no wonder he practically lives off the grid.” Tana sighs. A knock at her front door leads her away and you’re alone to ponder your thoughts.

An overwhelming need to comfort Eddie hits you as you thought back to the moment he’d asked you to stay for dinner. You assumed it was all a ploy to get into your pants but now you realize that he’d genuinely enjoyed the little company he’d gotten.

You hear Tana’s footsteps and a set of another coming up the stairs and before you could get a chance to tell her that you’ll be leaving, she enters the room with your ex.

“What the hell is this?” You sneer.

“I just thought maybe you should hear him out.” Tana says with an anxious smile.

“I’m out of here.” You say, grabbing your jacket from her bed.

“Where are you going? Your car’s not here.” Tana rushes down the stairs after you.

“I’ll walk!” You hiss over your shoulder, pulling the door open where you’re unfortunately met with the presence of your father, brother, and the devil himself.

“Mr. Munson? Dad? What the hell are you all doing here?”

“Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing.” Your father says.

Stefan steps out from behind you, handing you a piece of paper. “I can see that it is a bad time, mi cara. Please, call me when you can. It’s a new number since you’ve blocked my old one.”

With that, he acknowledges the men before him with a nod and leaves. It’s not lost on you that Eddie stares him down with a dirty look on his face before his eyes land back on you.

“If I could just explain...” You begin.

“No, y/n, I’m sick of your excuses. You sneak off at night to god knows where. You reek of pot and booze. Is this the type of example you want to set for your younger brother? He’ll be graduating next year. Should anticipate that his time in university will consist of lollygagging around instead of focusing on his career?”

You look over to your brother who, instead of carrying a smirk, he had a look of genuine concern for you.

“I was just having fun.”

“Is that all you can think about? When did fun require drugs and alcohol and committing crimes?! Fun for you used to be attending cosplaying conventions, not vandalizing properties and drunk driving.”

“Well, I’m not that anymore so you could fucking stop clinging to the past.” You yell.

Your father is taken aback and you could faintly see the waterline rising in his eyes. “Get in the car. Now!”

You shoot Eddie an angry look. “Us, geeks, stick together? Forget anything I ever said about believing in you.”

Your heart twinges at the shattered look on his face at your statement. No longer wanting to see the extent of your blow, you brush past him and follow your father’s command.

“As for you, young lady,” your father points to Tana. “I will be in touch with your parents regarding your misconduct.”

Tana’s mouth drops in complete shock at this revelation and for a moment you actually are proud of your dad.

————-

You plop yourself onto your bed, crying your eyes out. Not even really crying for yourself but for Eddie. How could you have been so cruel to him? All for the reason that he cares enough about you to make sure you aren’t getting into trouble. There’s no way he’d ever forgive you for the way you spoke to him.

A knock on your door calls to your attention. You reluctantly answer, knowing you’ll be getting yet another punishment. You’re surprised to find your brother, Aspen, at the door.

“What do you want, twerp?” You say.

“You should really apologize to dad. You made him cry. I’ve never seen him like that.” He says.

“I know. It’s just that I hate when people remind me that I was…a loser. I didn’t mean to be so awful to him, though.”

“You were never a loser. In fact, I used to think you were pretty cool. I wanted to be comfortable in my weirdness as you were. I’m happy that you’re finding yourself and all. But you don’t have to change who you are to appease anyone. Not even dad. It’s your life, sis. If you like drinking and partying, that’s okay. If you like reading nerdy books and cosplaying, that’s okay, too. As long as it’s something you want to do and not something you do to make people like you. So stop acting like you’re some psycho fembot that wants to spend the rest of her life in and out of jail.”

“Wow, Aspen, I’m impressed. I did not know you could speak incoherent sentences.” You tease, pulling him into a hug.

“Fuck off.” He laughs, struggling to free from your tight embrace.

————

The next day, after some time to think of your apologies. You began with your father. He admitted to you that he was scared of the thought of you growing up and not needing him and let’s just say that the two of you ended up bawling in each other’s arms and confessing your love and appreciation for one another by the end of it. Your busy event planner mother stumbled into the scene both heartwarmed and confused.

The next one is going to be a tough one for you. But you felt prepared with a handy long written note in your hand in case you needed to find the right words.

However, the moment you arrived on his farm and were met with the look of indifference on his face, you began to break down sobbing. Hard. The thought letter long abandoned to the ground.

His demeanor immediately softens, placing a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“I-I’m s-so sorry….you…friend…mean…,” You gasp an unintelligible apology through your tears. “Bitchy…geeks…believe you…stupid pig Wilbur…never would have met a great man like youuuu.”

He gives you a small smile, pulling you into his embrace. “I know, I know.”

“Understand?” You ask.

“Yes, sugar. I understand what you said. Crystal clear.”

“Accept?”

“Yes, I accept your apology.” Eddie laughs.

“You don’t hate me?”

“I never hated you. Even when you’re being an annoying brat. ” He says.

“Good,” You sniffle, pulling away from him to wipe your tears and compose yourself. “I’m happy we’re friends again.”

“Friends? Who said anything about friends?” He quips before patting your shoulder. “Yeah, we’re friends again.”

“Now you could get to work and then later you can make me that stir fry that I've been dying to try.” You beam, skipping into his home.

“Only if you’re a good girl.” He challenges.

For the day, the two of you would groom the horses together. Of course, you were still quite jumpy and the bougie princess he knows you to be but it was nothing he didn’t find amusing about it anyway.

“You should seriously take a look at my note though. I really thought out all the things I had to say for you. My weeping apology was only the tip of the iceberg.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think anything in that note will top that moment but I’ll take your word for it.”

“Read it when you’re alone though. I don’t want to see your face when you read it.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you’ll be all smug about.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“And you say you hardly know me,” He chuckles then switches to a serious, gruff tone. “So…Stefan…he’s a looker. Thinking about going back on your word to end things with him.”

You laugh. “I’m playing it by ear. He says he’s changed but that’s every jerks’ favorite line.”

“Just let him know that if he ever hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.” He threatens.

You step into Eddie’s space, his face flushes at the close proximity. Your hand raises up to cradle his heated cheek. “You couldn’t hurt a fly, Edward Allan Munson.”

Lost in your eyes, he fails to notice you tug the joint nuzzled behind his ears. Until you raise it up to his face with a knowing smile. “You smoke weed?”

“Baby, I used to be a dealer. In fact, I still grow my own supply.”

“No way.”

“Oh yeah. Maybe I was the freak but those jocks and cheerleaders were begging for a piece of my supply.”

“You wouldn’t mind if we smoke this one together.” You suggest.

“After your father chewed you out for it last night?”

“He knows I do it. And I learned this morning, after our heart-to-heart, that he was once a pothead, too. And now that I know that you are also a pothead, not only does this confirm my personal theory that most people smoke weed but also this makes our friendship so much more interesting.”

“You’re starting to throw that whole ‘friendship’ word around a lot more enthusiastically now.”

“My friend’s a dealer. I’m going to take full advantage of that.” You loop your arm around his guiding him to an empty stable so you can both fall against the hay.

He picks the hay from his hair, laughing. “I don’t even have a lighter and the fumes are not safe for the animals.”

“Babe,” You say almost insulted. “I always carry a lighter. You never know when you’ll find yourself in an impromptu smoke session or possibly get lost in the middle of the woods. Besides, we released the animals into the field for their little recess. We’re the only animals left here. Just you and me.”

“Alright, fine I guess we’re doing this. Don’t tell your dad about this, though. This will just be a one time thing.”

“Mhm, yeah sure, bud,” You say nonchalantly, busying yourself with lighting the joint. You hand over the joint to him and he protests, wanting you to take the first hit. You oblige. “It’s your joint. Don’t you know the rules? The one who bringeth, smoke..eth.”

“You wanted it badly so I let you take it first.”

“I didn’t want it ‘badly’. I’m not a fucking addict,” You laugh, bellowing out a puff of smoke. “I just thought it’d be a nice bonding moment. Wanna see how you get when you’re high.”

“It’s nothing special. I’m the same as I am now.” He shrugs.

“You mean, ‘a stick in the mud’?”

He bumps you with his shoulder causing you to lay back against the hay.

“You jerk, I just pick all that out of my hair.”

“Serves you right. Now hand me the joint. You’re hogging it,” He tries to reach for it but you raise it above your head. “You’re such a tease.

He attempts to reach for it again, falling on top of you. His full weight on your body is so damn delicious it takes everything in you not to moan. It doesn’t help that the weed has heightened your senses making you feel EVERYTHING. The way his hot breath feels tickling your neck along with the way his curls on his head gently caress your skin as he reaches for the joint. He seems oblivious to the state he leaves you in even after he’s gotten it until he lets out a puff of smoke in the air then looks back down at you once again. It’s evident he can see the darkened lust in your eyes because of the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He suddenly feels so thirsty and it isn’t because of the weed.

Afraid a moment like this will be interrupted once again, you lunge forward attacking his lips. He’s caught fully by surprise, a strangled moan swallowed up in your frenzied fit of passion. You’re the one controlling the kiss, forcing him to roll on his back so you can grind down on the sizable erection in his jeans. The friction from the fabric of your lace underwear and the rough denim of his jeans are an undefeated combination against your puffy clit, sending flood after flood of your wetness to pool between your legs.

The kisses are sloppy. Your hands are everywhere; in his hair, yanking his shirt for dear life. His hands cup your face before entwining in your hair then they’re around your neck, unable to keep them still because he’d like to feel every part of you just as you wish to do to him. Every so often growls would escape your lips as you grind harder and harder against him.

“Fuck, Eddie, you feel so fucking good.” You whisper desperately into his ear.

“So do you, sugar. Ain’t even inside you yet and I’m already about to blow.” He groans, sweaty forehead pressed against your own.

“Can I fuck you, Mr. Munson?” You plead.

And the whine Eddie lets out confirms that it won’t be happening anytime soon. You look between your bodies, seeing the dark, wet patch on his jeans then back up at him.

He’s obviously embarrassed. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

“That’s okay. Um, this was…this was really spontaneous.” You don’t immediately get off, wanting more and hoping he’d give you more so that he can make you cum, too.

Instead he grabs you by waist, lifting you off him in a hurry. “I’m sorry. I need to—-this was a mistake.”

And once again, he leaves you to your thoughts. All you could do is stare as he grew smaller and smaller in the distance, while you began to feel smaller and smaller on the inside.

[lxdymoon0357]

How about making Duna jealous by having Minho in the palm of your hands?! I mean like, reader definitely loves him, but she absolutely despises Minho cause she had already done some damage and so she likes to spoil him, flaunts that she has him, etc to both Duna and Wookyung? She's also rich and what not..

(You spoke literally my heart's desires and put them in a post!! Reader is described to have tattoos| Fem! Reader, reader is mentioned to have long hair| Mentions of SA, unhinge shit from Duna.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

The other...better spouse..

The moment Duna walked out of the shop, clutching a box of cigarettes, her eyes were burning to cry because it was the most sick and twisted dream because why was she seeing Minho standing outside a alcohol shop having a little person cling to him inside his black puffer jacket as he laughed softly?

She never knew he could laugh so beautifully, that he had creases under his eyes when he laughed or smiled, that he is very ticklish.. She noticed your long hair falling out of his puffer jacket as he laughed softly, before you finally came out of his jacket, enjoying yourself as you both talked and crossed the streets heading in her direction...

Duna never knew that The Byun Minho was capable of change...I mean, she honestly always wanted to put him in his place during sex, break him down, make him bed for her forgiveness, make him her own personal rape doll...She was confused as to how Minho could get anyone with his bitter, distasteful and gross personality and not even being big enough to pleasure someone...

Duna stood there frozen as you and Minho crossed, hand laced together, with him giggling at something you said while you couldn't bother to remove your eyes from him...How could you? He was just such a gorgeous human inside that hard exterior.

Just as you both got on the pavement, Minho froze as you finally turned away to meet the eyes of a girl, quite pretty but you weren't getting good vibes from her, You tightened your grip on Minho's hand ever so slightly,

"Who are you?" Duna asked you, quite audacious you guessed from her mannerisms, as you glared at her up and down before softly poking Minho's cheek and clinging to his arm more making Minho snap out of his trance as he awkwardly looked at you and Duna before shaking his head and saying,

"Ah, Uhm...Y/N..Jagi, this is Duna...My ex.." he said murmuring as you nodded in realization, so she was the one who cheated on him and the one who raped him...You glared at her angrily, before sighing, squeezing Minho's hands in yours softly before letting go and pushing the door of the shop Duna just came out of,

"I'll go get the things we need." you said going inside the shop as Duna stared at you with jealousy and anger, you were gorgeous, she couldn't lie, long hair, gorgeous fashion, you seemed smart, with the etiquette and the style of you clothing, it was also safe to assume you were also quite rich..

Minho sighed as he stood aside, wondering who'd make the first move as Duna walked closer, "Minho...Why'd you choose her?" she asked straight forward glaring at him, making chills go down his spine as he rubbed his nape and took a step back, "I..Uh.." he took a step back every time she took a step forward.

Duna softly took a hold of his wrist in hers, pulling him uncomfortably close to her, pushing him against the wall of a closed shop besides the one which was open where you were inside.

"You know I'm better than her, right? What is it about her that's better? Is she pretty? Rich? None of it, you know I tried to help you, I was just a bit mad back then..." Duna said, her words spilling out without her noticing as Minho seemed frozen, taking deep breathes as he shrunk into himself. The sight made her feel powerful.

but suddenly a sharp jerk pulled her back from her hair as she was thrown onto the ground as she looked up to meet your glaring eyes as tow large broad men stood besides you also staring at her seriously as you helped Minho while the other the two men glared at her,

"Please, do not dare to hurt Sir.Byun, otherwise we'd be contacting authorities." one of the man said as she could see you pepper Minho with kisses who was clinging to you like a little child.

Softly you rubbed his back, snapping your fingers and handing your bag of wines and another plastic bag of different things to a bodyguards while a expensive car pulled up close to you as Duan dusted herself and quickly got up with embarrassment.

You were simply trying to calm Minho and sat him down in the expensive sports car before turning to Duna and walking closer, your heels clacking on the side of the pavement as she took steps back before she was backed into the wall where she was pinning Minho a few seconds ago,

"Listen, bitch. If I see you getting even a hundred miles closer to Minho, I'd take a thousand amount of evidence that you sexually assaulted him and get you a good life sentence." you said grabbing her jaw and grinning at her with mock and disgust, tightening your grip on her jaw making it ache,

"You're lucky it's Minho's kindness of not wanting to ruin your already no-good, pathetic, little life by not reporting you, but I won't be kind...Tell that to the little freak Cha Wookyung as well." you said letting go of her jaw as she rubbed it before throwing the cigarette box she dropped in her face and turning on your heel and sitting in the car.

As you sat inside the car and it drove off, Duna could just stand there staring down at the box off cigarette you threw in her face, realizing maybe you were the better one out of both of you...

[ryuichirou]

More dark hcs

We have a bunch of asks about some dark-themed hcs, I’ll try to reply to everything today. As always, it took me ages, but I am still grateful for these asks. Thank you to all the Anons in this post!

Ships mentioned in this post: Ortho/Idia (Igni mob/Idia), Floyd/Idia, Jade/Idia, Trey/Idia, Trey/Vil

Anonymous asked:

Do you have yandere headcanons for tweels? Or they are not much different in your opinion?

In terms of darkness and fucked-up-ness, they really aren’t very different; I feel like every single hc list we have for the tweels is somewhat dark, but! A yandere is a bit different because yandere’s actions are motivated by obsessive love and devotion.

And I am not saying that Jade and Floyd with their “now I’m interested, now I’m not” personalities can’t get obsessive, but it’s a bit more tricky for me to think about them in this scenario. But “tricky” doesn’t mean “impossible”, so yes, I do in fact have some yandere headcanons for them! I hope I don’t repeat myself though, sorry if I do.

The target of their obsession in this list is Idia, I hope this is okay with you.

Alright, let’s go then:

Anonymous asked:

Just to complete all of Idia’s evil exes, how about headcanons for the Tweels and Trey as yanderes for him (Sorry, Idia, I swear I do love you 😭)

(Idia deserves all the love, especially if it’s obsessive, Anon….)

Jade+Floyd/Idia:

The more Idia tries to avoid them, the more obsessive they become. They didn’t mind him paying attention to other people and doing other stuff at first, but the more Idia openly avoids the Tweels, the more they want him. At first they just started to get clingier: Floyd literally started touching and hugging Idia all the time, Jade – texting Idia every other minute and cooking for him. It was almost funny and cute at first (not to Idia though): it’s as if Idia just got two love interests at the same time!

One day they would just break every single gadget and machine in his room. For no reason other than they really wanted his attention, and he didn’t give it to them. Of course, Idia would be absolutely distraught after that, but it’s okay, they are here to cuddle him while he is having a panic attack. Or haze him more… these two are such childish jealous brats sometimes. They might even dispose of Ortho if there is “no other choice” for them.

Sometimes they get jealous of each other too, but it’s mostly just Floyd getting fussy. Still, it was Jade’s suggestion to start marking Idia’s body just so they each know which part of him belongs to whom. Sometimes they start arguing about it, but it’s for a show: they know that Idia gets nervous and scared because of that, so if they poke him enough, he might start promising things! Like, maybe he’d give one part of his to Jade first, but then give it to Floyd… what other things Idia could promise them? They wonder.

DMMD Virus and Trip Ending. If you know, you know. If you don’t know: I think they would kidnap him at some point and keep him as their plaything. Sometimes they would take turns, sometimes they would have sex with him together, sometimes they would just sit there and talk about how everyone else is doing while Idia is stuck here with these two. Idia’s body got used to the pain (and pleasure), but the emotional torture keeps Idia’s wounds fresh.

If this is what happens, they would make everyone think that Idia is dead because now he only exists to be their precious toy. Even Azul wouldn’t know that Idia is still alive, and the Tweels would find it hilarious because they would have a somber conversation with Azul about how horrible Idia’s fate is, and then come back home to see him tied to a bed, hungry, miserable and barely resembling a human being. But oh so loved!

Trey/Idia:

Maybe one of the reasons why Trey got so obsessed with Idia is that Idia sees right through him (even though Trey’s also in denial about many things about himself). And while choosing whether to be wary of Trey or to call him out for his lies, Idia chose both… At first, Trey felt confusion, but then his interest in Idia just kept growing, and then he started to show up in his dorm again and again. People started gossiping  that these two are dating, and that Idia probably used some kind of charm or love potion to attract Trey. The second part is obviously false, but the dating part became true at some point… somehow.

Yes, teeth, OF COURSE we’re going to talk about teeth, come on, it’s Trey. Trey brushes Idia’s teeth for him. At first he just checked on his teeth every morning and evening, then one time he brushed Idia’s teeth for him just to show him a proper way to do it… but now he does it 3 times per day every single day. This isn’t just him taking care of Idia’s teeth (even though he always talks about how Idia isn’t going to do a good job if Trey isn’t helping him, and somehow phrase it in a nice way), this is him having a special tradition only for them…

Idia knows that Trey is bad news, and he doesn’t even fully understand why they started dating, but he just can’t resist him anymore. Trey seems so wishy-washy to others, but Idia knows that he could be stubborn and strict in a very sneaky way. They never argue, but Idia still can never “win” somehow – he always has to do what Trey thinks would be best for him. And Trey genuinely believes that he knows best, sometimes he thinks that Idia is a bit… inadequate at living. But he feels it very lovingly, very parentally, but still very-very sexually somehow… in his ideal world, Idia would rely on him so much that he would stop doing anything by himself, even the most basic things.

Idia never talks to anyone, but if he does, Trey gets jealous. He is very jealous of whoever Idia is talking to while he is playing games. Sometimes he wishes he could just break all of his computers and stuff like the Tweels would, but these aren’t his methods. His methods are to poison Idia’s sweets to make him so sick that he wouldn’t be able to do anything but throw up, cry and cling to Trey for a couple of days. It’s okay, when he gets better, Trey will nurse him right back and make sure he eats plenty.

He is very protective of Idia, and if someone is legitimately mean to him, he’ll never forgive that person. For some reason it’s easier for him to stand up against Idia’s bullies than to stand up against Riddle’s mom lol Anyways, with his mind being all messed up because of this obsession, he might actually do the yandere thing of killing a bunch of people for Idia’s sake. He’ll never let Idia know about it of course, but Idia isn’t stupid: he can see that something about Trey’s eyes changed. And he is legitimately scared of him.

Yeah, speaking of Trey! What a smooth segue lol

Anonymous asked:

Hi, I really like your character thoughts! I was wondering if you dive a bit into Trey's darker side and some more TreyVil headcanons? Thank you!

Thank you for enjoying our posts, Anon! <3 Trey/Vil as a ship doesn’t appear here very often, but I feel like whenever I think about them together, they just keep growing on me woah.

Of course Trey is obsessed with Vil’s teeth, that’s a given. And even though Trey doesn’t have Rook levels of dedication to his creepiness craft and doesn’t know everyone’s dental situation, he still thinks that Vil is one of the best ones. He was also lucky enough to witness Vil’s evening routine once, and while Vil found it intimate in a subtle way, to Trey it was so much more than that. He started dreaming about the way Vil brushes his teeth all the time. It’s so elegant, but still a bit messy (a little bit of toothpaste stuck to his lip for a couple of seconds before he rinses his mouth…), but also absolutely perfect, but also so… vulnerable before Trey’s eyes. He really wanted to masturbate while touching his teeth.

The fact that Vil is more experienced and sexually aware than some other potential partners of Trey is something that Trey has to constantly keep in mind. He does enjoy Vil being flirty and even hinting at things at times, but at the same time, if Trey gets too horny, Vil will definitely notice and address it. And it’s great when the timing is more or less appropriate, but if Vil notices that Trey is horned up when they’re discussing things like dental hygiene (embarrassing) or something horrible (like things that happen in the film industry)… then Vil might realise that he gets bad vibes from Trey for a reason and stop talking to him, and Trey doesn’t want that.

Trey has a rape kink, and he wishes it was purely hypothetical. Sometimes he has intrusive thoughts when he chats or hangs out with Vil about how technically he could assault him right here, or at least try to (since Vil isn’t that easy to assault). But would the thrill be worth the risk? Trey usually decides that it wouldn’t, but that doesn’t change the fact that sometimes he dreams about different scenarios in which he would rape Vil. And he isn’t always fully asleep when he has these dreams…

One time Trey saw Vil being very puzzled, angry and a bit embarrassed. He knew exactly why, but asked him about what was going on anyway, and after avoiding answering for some time, Vil confessed that somebody stole his used underwear. Trey expressed that this was super messed up and comforted Vil, gently ensuring him that it will be okay… and it’s honestly a miracle that Vil didn’t notice that Trey was lying through his teeth. Of course it was him who stole it. Another intrusive thought.

Trey would love to make Vil obsessed with his cakes, and by “obsessed” I mean “literally addicted”. Vil is way too good at avoiding sweets, but this could be changed if Trey figures out how to make a potion, one drop of which would make anyone who takes a bite addicted to this food forever. Of course, Vil is great at potions, and there is no way just any potion would work on him, so for now Trey is experimenting and using his own dormmates as guinea pigs. This is his private science project that he has to keep in secret from both Vil AND Rook…

Or something among the lines~

Alright, I don’t have a segue for this one, but let’s come back to Idia for a moment because we have another ask about him!

This is related to this post.

Anonymous asked:

I know you went into this in another post but what other ways has Ortho had other students haze Idia?

Alright, a couple of more ideas! Not a lot though, because I can’t share some because I want to draw them, and also I am a bit tired lol but still, I am happy you like this theme, Anon! You’re inspiring me to think about it more…

Ortho didn’t intend it to be a roast, but he made the other students chant at Idia about his love for Ortho when he left his room one time. This poor guy opened the door and got called a brocon by like 40 people. He got so terrified and shocked that he couldn’t move for a minute.

Another one that Ortho didn’t expect to end up being so evil is that he let the other students into Idia’s room at night and let them steal all of his clothes + his blanket, including the ones he was wearing while asleep. Idia woke up completely naked with zero clothes and a bunch of people outside waiting for him to laugh at him and take pictures.

Another time when Ortho let the guys into Idia’s room at night was when he wanted them to wake him up in a fun way! And the guys ambushed his bed, grabbing him, jumping on him, spraying him with water and making loud noises into his ears. After that Idia started stuttering, and it continued for a week… it’s a miracle it went away, to be honest. And also he pissed himself.

[incesthemes]

the thing about heart is that it details a prophecy for sam that's very unlike all of the messaging we've had up to this point. madison is attacked ("mugged") by glenn and turned into a werewolf, and this causes her to undergo a radical transformation of self:

her transformation is wholly positive; she becomes a better person, more confident and assured and willful in ways she couldn't muster before. of course this metamorphosis stems from her having become a werewolf. not only was her physiology changed, but so was her psychology. her life got better, not worse, because she became a monster.

madison is an allegory for sam. she harbors the same monster sam is afraid is inside of him, both unaware of their monstrosity yet capable of such great violence because of it. as the season 2 finale approaches, sam's fears are at a heightened state, unable to compromise his own anxiety with dean's overwhelming confidence in him. when madison is revealed to be the monster of the week, it's a damaging blow that proves to sam he can't escape the fate azazel has laid out for him.

which of course is the plot of many episodes up to now. the thing that makes this different, though, is that the transformation from human to monster is framed as something empowering and emboldening.

madison is happy after her transformation, seemingly for the first time in her life. becoming a werewolf gave her the power and strength she needed to turn her life around for the better. because sam is paralleled with madison, this implies that such a transformation can belong to him, as well. if only he embraces his power, his destiny, he can have everything he's ever wanted.

the other notable thing here is that seasons 1 and 2 establish very, very clearly that the choice both sam and dean must make is between their fate or their family; the two are entirely incompatible, and there is no third option for them to pursue. what this episode implies, then, that the way sam will achieve actual happiness is not only through accepting his destiny, but by choosing it over dean.

compare this to kurt: the episode parallels not only madison and sam, but kurt and dean. kurt is the stalker ex-boyfriend who sam and dean become convinced is behind the werewolf attacks. he takes the blame for madison's crimes because he looks the part—at this point in the series, we're embedded in a subplot revolving around dean getting caught up with the law, while sam is conveniently exempt from a criminal record himself. provenance too provides the outline for this subplot: looks are deceiving, and the real monster, the real criminal, the real danger is the innocent-looking bystander to the scary family member's crimes. the ghost melanie is overlooked as the killer because she's just a little girl, she couldn't possibly kill her whole family, and besides isaiah looks mean and strict; it must have been him.

kurt is "possessive and controlling and [likes] to punch people." madison clings to him because she was "too insecure to leave." and season 2 is a plot that puts dean in the position to control sam's fate: his own fate is to kill sam, to control him in the most physical and literal way. he is the cain to sam's abel, and the narrative across season 2 establishes this. and even when dean fights against this fate, sam clings to dean because he's insecure about his own fate. he's afraid, and when he's afraid he gives himself over to dean completely.

all this to say, madison left kurt when she became a werewolf. if sam embraces his destiny, he will by force have to abandon dean—the parallel is clear and damning. and so what this episode implies is that the only way sam will ever have power, have agency, have strength and confidence of his own is by leaving dean and becoming the monster he's so scared of.

and this is an interesting alternative to the messaging of previous episodes. madison isn't the first character to imply that sam can be so much more if only he would accept azazel's plan for him (hello, meg), but it's the first time it's been framed in such a positive light. and it's corroborated, too, by episodes like scarecrow and the benders, which insist that the family, the collective, is a twisted, evil thing that invites destruction and rot. "we're stronger together" is a blatant, baldfaced lie when held up to the likes of burkitsville or the bender family, both of whom lift off the mask of the family and reveal the writhing terror underneath. and no matter how hard dean fights to save sam, he is in the end just the stalker ex-boyfriend holding sam back from reaching his full potential.

at the tail end of the series of episodes i lovingly refer to as sam and dean's codependent honeymoon sits this ominous about-face, this sinister reminder that just because family can save sam from one hell doesn't mean it's not another in its own right. what sam must choose between is power and freedom of an extent most people could never conceive at the sacrifice of his humanity, and the codependent shackles which bind him to his brother for eternity. what sam must choose between is monstrosity or captivity. then here comes heart, and heart has the audacity to ask the audience and sam himself: is monstrosity really all that bad?

[theballadofthesunandthestars]

Hey y’all! (Take a shot every time I start a post that way, you’ll die lmao)

I apologize for being MIA recently, a bunch of personal stuff happened all at once that left me kinda shaken, but I’m back! The good news is Chapter 2 of Chase, You’re a Fine Girl is incredibly therapeutic to me and super personal, so I’m so excited to share it with you.

In the meantime, I want to talk about the choice for how I came up for the title of this fic, so read below the cut if you so desire! Love y’all!

The title is based on a song by the same name, “Brandy, You’re a Fine Girl.” For those who may not know (how can you not know?! It’s the best song EVER highly recommend you give it a listen) the song tells the story of a woman named Brandy, who works as a barmaid in a seaport town. Sailors come in and flirt with her, but her heart belongs to one sailor in particular. But the sailor claims that he can’t stay with her, because his heart belongs to the sea.

The fic name was inspired by a PJO one-shot I never published, in which Annabeth discusses the song with Percy, and why she doesn’t like it. Annabeth has been second her whole life, with people constantly leaving her behind in favor of other “better” things; her father left her for his new family, Luke left her in favor of power, etc. It’s well known that one of the main appeals of Percabeth is that it’s about a girl who has been left her whole life falling in love with someone who’s fatal flaw is loyalty.

In the fic, Annabeth talks about how she sees a lot of herself in Brandy. Sailors claim “your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea,” and yet none of the sailors ever stay for her. The most important one, the one she wanted to marry, could not marry her, because his heart would forever and always belong to the sea, and as such, Brandy is expected to be understanding, to cling to the silver chain he gave her and to be understanding as she spends the rest of her life as a lonely barmaid. Annabeth talks about how the song always made her angry, because she always thought Brandy deserved better.

Percy is a direct reversal of this song. Percy in canon PJO universe gave up immortality to be with her, threw himself down into Tartarus to ensure she wasn’t alone. I think it’s safe to say if asked, Percy would give up his demigod powers for Annabeth. Percy could never be the sailor in the song, because he would have happily given up the sea to be with his Brandy (Annabeth, obvs.)

The one shot obviously was never published, but a lot of my works in this Hunger Games Au fic are inspired by unpublished one-shots. (Ex: Will’s iconic gold-stitched shirt was inspired by a one shot of Will playing an enchanted guitar for Nico, surrounding him with glowing gold swirls of dust. This led to the creation of The Ballad of the Sun and the Star) After outlining the Percabeth Prequel, I noticed a lot of themes were common between the one shot and the prequel, so I decided to pay honor to it by naming the fic after the one-shot. I like Chase, You’re a Fine Girl because a huge theme is about being chosen; Percy chose Annabeth to be his friend, his lover, his partner, and when the time came, he chose to volunteer for the Games to protect her. Percy chooses Annabeth over and over again in every universe.

[armpirate]

Kalla | Choi San || Chapter 6

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Pairings: CEO!San x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers.

Warnings: dom!San, sub!reader, voyeourism, use of sex toys, bondage, dirty talk, BDSM, exhibitionism, rough sex.

Summary: She was surprised by how fast her life went from the perfect fairytale to the destructive mess it had turned into. Dealing with a cheater ex boyfriend, having to move out to a different place because the house she lived in belonged to that man she once dreamed of spending the rest of her life with, while continuously being underappreciated at work... It was as if life was telling her to stop dreaming big, to go back to her small town, Bibury, and help her parents run the small farm her family had owned for decades.

At least until she received a call from her friend.

A sudden vacancy as an assistant showed up on one of her friend's system, having her being encouraged to take that big step and apply for it. She had no hopes for it. Mainly because she didn't have any experience on the field, and she didn't comply with most of the requirements that were added on the offer -and which most of them sounded ridiculous and exaggerated for the position, making her wonder who was the freak who needed so many guidelines in order to hire someone to pick up the phone and schedule events. 

Although that hotel she'd be working on was much more than anything she could've come up with. 

Choi San wasn't someone easy to deal with. After his previous assistant presented his resignation letter on his desk, he felt forced to start the whole selection process again -after merely two months. 

Sure that he was being way too strict, enough to find that anyone who applied for the position wasn't enough, he asked one of his friends to be in charge of the interviews and the selection of the most adequate candidate. 

Little did he know Wooyoung would hire the imperfectly perfect candidate for him, sure that she'd help him in many ways other than just in dealing with the responsibilities of his position. 

A new challenge will come their way as soon as she steps inside the hotel. 

Y/n will have to learn how to mold onto him and deal with all his small habits and requirements, and San will find himself trying to open up and let out all those same things that turned him into the person he was. 

The more she digs in Kalla and all of its secrets and exciting corners, the deeper she'll dive into San's heart and soul... Although, maybe, she won't be able to take it. 

Kalla opens its doors to you, sharing the vast amount of filthy and erotic plans it offers, and that you can join with a partner... Or maybe just by yourself. 

Hope you enjoy your stay.

Chapter duration: 14 minutes

As San calmly turned to Wooyoung, Y/n analyzed his body, slowly realizing how obvious it actually was that the man next to her was the man she'd be working for. That dominant and intimidating aura, the expensive white shirt almost hidden under the black vest that looked like the staff's uniform in the hotel... She felt so stupid for not noticing San being right in front of her before she started ranting about him.

She only had one chance to get a good first impression. It was the only thing that genuinely worried her, and what kept her mind busy during the flight. And she ruined it with just a phone call.

San looked at Wooyoung, who was sitting across from him. His eyes were anywhere but on his friend, avoiding the judging look he was giving him after he realized the consequences of allowing him to do something as important as choosing an employee. He wasn't intimidated by him though, there was no way Wooyoung could ever feel scared of San to the point of instinctively looking away not to look at him. He was consciously ignoring him because checking whether their coffees would be coming or not was more interesting.

—I know I'm pretty. But play it cool, can you? —Wooyoung teased him, finally looking back at him.

—When I told you I wanted someone new in the business, I meant someone whom I could mold into what I needed, not someone who lacked common sense in every single sense —San hissed.

—She's smart and witty —he finally turned to his friend, slightly turning his body as he changed the position of his legs, moving the left over the right one—. You should've seen her in that interview —Wooyoung scoffed—. I haven't seen someone as brutally honest as you, and even less in her position.

—Yeah, I got a glimpse of how brutally honest she is.

The words slid through his clenched teeth, remembering the way she was referring to him, and how she complained about the conditions of her new position, or his attitude towards new employees.

He was a freak, he was demanding... But where the hell did she get that he was a fat old man out of those little details? It somehow offended him, because of the basic and effortless logic she was using to get to her own conclusions. She related someone's personality to the way they looked, and that alone showed him how mentally immature she probably was.

—You didn't even give her a chance —Wooyoung insisted.

—I have no choice but to do it, thanks to you —San replied—. I should've known I couldn't trust you to do this.

—You, watch out for what you say —his finger raised up to him—. At least I managed to find you someone. If it had been up to you, you'd still be looking for a person to fill up that vacancy.

San's eyes rolled, before they got lost somewhere in the room for a few seconds. As much as he hated to admit it, Wooyoung was the only reason he was finally able to say he had a secretary to look after all of his schedules and documents that were starting to be a headache for him.

—Why didn't you let her say more than just two words before though? —San inquired, squinting his eyes as they moved back to his friend.

—I did that? —his lips puckered, and his eyebrows raised, as his index pointed at himself.

—Don't play dumb —he interrupted—. You know damn well you did. Why? That's the question.

At first, San guessed it was because he didn't want her to turn the situation even more uncomfortable than it already was. Letting her escape and get ready was a way of giving her time to prepare and mentalize what she was going to say and how she was going to act on that first day, and Wooyoung didn't even allow him to see how that girl behaved at sudden unexpected situations.

—Well, I thought there would be a small miscommunication between you two —he scratched his nape nervously—. But nothing that can't be solved in a matter of time, with a lot of hard work.

—Can't you just tell me what's up? —he insisted, placing one of his hands over the table.

—Well, she isn't the best at Korean —he tried to make it sound better than it was.

—Why? Her pronunciation is off? If that's it, I wouldn't have made a big deal about it —San shrugged— I know I might seem an asshole to everybody, but I'm understanding in general.

—It's a problem with her pronunciation, her grammar, her vocabulary... It's Korean as a whole.

—Wooyoung, I swear if it is what's crossing my mind right now... Trust me, you'll want to be taken back to London —he threatened.

—She understands most of the words —Wooyoung lied—, she's able to read and write it, but she's awful at speaking it —he confessed.

—So she just doesn't know Korean at all —he huffed—. And you brought her here? Tell me you didn't sign the contract already.

Wooyoung forced a nervous smile, trying to appel to San's soft side by pretending to be nervous over the situation when, actually, he was pretty much calm and satisfied about how everything was turning out.

—Do you realize that now I can't even fire her because of her communication sinkhole? —San grunted— She could defend herself by saying we all were fine with her not knowing Korean when she signed the contract, what the fuck were you thinking about?

—I thought about the fact that barely anyone in Korea wants to work for a hotel that was in one of the biggest scandals in Seoul, and whose theme doesn't really seem appealing for anyone outside of it —Wooyoung snapped back—, which left us with poor candidates that no one wants. And the ones in Europe weren't any better —he huffed—. You should've read the resumes I've seen, and the interviews I've had, despite some of them speaking Korean. Y/n was one of the best. And it isn't like a language can't be learnt and improved.

—Doesn't speak Korean, isn't careful with her mouth, is there anything else I need to know before I have to carry her around? —San barked— She should be of help, instead of becoming a bigger burden for me.

As she approached them, Y/n could read through San's body language how unhappy he was about whatever it was he was discussing with Wooyoung. Being in that lame office in Youth, where people wouldn't ever communicate, made her an expert in what people were able to communicate through their bodies -or, more like, unable to control. They were speaking in Korean, so it wasn't like she'd understand much even if she stood a meter away from their table.

She was able to grasp a feminine pronoun, the verb "to be" and the word burden; with all of them being put in the context she was in, she managed to understand what the conversation was about pretty fast.

Shyly, and before the conversation scaled any higher, she hawked, having the two men turning to her. San didn't even pretend that he was glad to see her, while Wooyoung turned to her with a smile before getting up from his chair to walk up to her.

—Ah, there you are —he got up.

As she saw him approaching her, Y/n instantly thought that he'd probably guide her to the table, although he just stepped towards her to settle some safe distance between him and San before he spoke again.

—I bet you'll do great —he assured her—. Ignore him if he gets too grumpy —he commented to the down low—.

—Don't dare to do this —San warned him in Korean.

—You'll be in good hands —Wooyoung assured—. Hope you really like your first day. Don't get too stressed, bye —he ignored every single attempt San made to stop him from running away from the issue he created, with all of his intimidating gazes and warning tones going completely useless for his friend.

She moved uncomfortably, forcing the tiny smile, at least to keep her lips curving slightly, while her hands were tangled in her lower stomach. It was even more difficult when San's eyes moved from Wooyoung's silhouette in the distance to her, not showing any type of expression.

—I want to apologize for earlier —she spoke first, thinking those words would make the air between lighter—. I shouldn't have said those things, and it's not like l meant them either.

—You didn't? —he raised his eyebrow, making his expression seem even rougher— You seemed pretty much convinced that I should go to the therapist. So you're telling me you say those things without thinking about them?

Oh, he wasn't going to be easy.

—I just think it was a bad start, and it shouldn't determine the type of relationship we'll have from now and onwards —she whispered.

—I don't let those things determine how I view a professional —San answered, getting comfortable in his chair—, their actions and work do. Just like that wrinkle in your sleeve is showing off you didn't plan your first day as carefully as you should have.

Y/n frowned, carefully lifting her arm enough so it wouldn't be too obvious she was looking at it, while also moving it up to a height where she'd be able to see that flaw he pointed out through the corner of her eye.

She washed that blouse before she packed it, and it wasn't like she was carrying around a clothes iron. She damned the soft pink tint of the fabric, that made it that detail even more obvious through the darker tone of the shades.

A hawk cleared the air again, coming from the top of her mouth as she lowered her arm again, trying to hide it behind her body.

—Decaffeinated Americano, with one spoon of sugar —San said out of nowhere.

—Oh no, thank you —Y/n shook her head with a smile—. I ate something on my way here.

San looked confused at the way she declined the information he was giving her, mistaking the start of her training as a gesture of sympathy on his side.

—I wasn't offering it to you —he quickly cleared up—. It's what I always have, and something you should memorize if you're going to work for me. I want a cup on my desk every morning, as soon as your shift starts.

She was fighting her own body from reacting to the embarrassment she put herself in, starting to feel the way her cheeks lighted up and felt warmer with the passing of seconds. Of course he wouldn't offer coffee to her, when the first thing he noticed was that her shirt wasn't ironed after flying for more than twelve hours.

—Wooyoung told me you'd be the one telling me when my shift starts and ends —she started—. I don't...

—Eight in the morning —he sighed, interrupting her before she could finish her sentence—, and you finish at six. Unless I need you here for something —he let her know, slowly getting up from his chair.

So that meant she should be in his office at quarter to eight, and leave at quarter past six, considering Wooyoung advised her to always be earlier than San.

—You know no Korean at all? —his eyes squinted at her— Nevermind, follow me.

He didn't bother showing her the hotel, or introducing her to any of the staff they walked past as she struggled to follow him from one side to the other of the reception. San stopped when they reached one of the elevators, walking past it towards the arch across from it. It wasn't a long corridor, and there weren't many doors, but Y/n could tell that area was more dedicated towards administration and everything else that had nothing to do with the customer service side of every hotel.

The walls were made out of glass, but it was opaque. She could distinguish some shapes, but she couldn't tell what they were until he opened the white door to step inside before her. It was a small room, but big -considering there was only one table. It didn't have much furniture, it actually seemed more like a reception by the way the crystal desk was positioned facing the door they came from, almost working as a barrier from the other white door placed next to it.

Probably San's office was right behind it.

—You'll work here —he announced—. That's your desk, that's your computer. Anything else you might need, send me an e-mail about it and I'll tell Mingi to give it to you.

Mingi... She had heard that name before. She was sure it was the boy Wooyoung told her would help her on her first few days.

—You aren't allowed inside my office unless I tell you —he warned her—. It's one basic rule, so I hope I won't have to repeat myself in a few days —he let her know—. Wooyoung told me your Korean is bad, so I need you to take lessons and learn the language as soon as possible. Every week your level will be tested. In case there's no improvement... Well, there will be consequences. But I doubt we'll have to even get there. And, clearly, if you show no interest in learning, you're out.

He had no time to waste it on someone that he didn't even pick.

Y/n gulped thick at how cold his stare was, freezing her soul by just moving his eyes through hers.

—Mingi will come to explain to you how things work —San commented, poking one of his hands inside the pocket of his pants—. If you have any doubt, ask him. Meanwhile, sit still and don't touch anything that you don't know how it works.

Her eyes followed the gray blazer once it crossed her camp of vision, admiring his wide back before he closed the door to his office behind him. He wasn't what she expected... he probably was worse. After he left the room, she finally felt relieved enough to let out all the air that was piling up in her lungs since they entered the room.

She could already tell it'd be difficult to get herself a place there, San wouldn't make it easy for her. He should've been the one helping her with her doubts, and with everything that she needed to learn. It wasn't like he'd need to teach her every single little thing, but she thought it'd have been better if he had taken the time to talk a bit more with her, instead of locking himself inside his office without aiming a single word at her.

Her slips were slightly pressed against one another, encouraging herself to knock on that door, but stopping herself because she didn't want to make things more difficult on her first day. She was sure she'd be able to talk to him more in the next few days.

Two knocks behind her made her body turn, finding a tall man -that almost reached the upper frame of the door, smiling at her as he bowed in her direction.

—Y/n, right? —he pointed at her, with both of his eyebrows raised— I'm Mingi. My English isn't really good, so just take it easy with me.

—Well, I'm the one who should know Korean, so I'm in no place to judge —she giggled.

What the hell did they drink in that hotel, and why did every man she came across looked better than the one before?

—You'll learn it fast, don't worry —he shook his hand in the air, walking up to her— Who gave you the job?

As he asked that question, he walked past her, picking up one of the chairs in front of her new desk to place it next to what would be her chair.

—Wooyoung —she commented.

—Ah, yeah, it makes sense —he nodded, looking at her through the lenses of his glasses—. We all kinda made bets about this —he lowered his voice in a whisper—, hardly anyone bet for San. But I did. And now I see that I shouldn't have.

—Do you want me to say it was San the one who chose me? —she jokingly asked, leaning a bit in his direction.

—If you do that for me, I'll tell you everything you need to know about him —he nodded—. And I mean everything you will need to know. But not now —sitting in the chair he had moved, Mingi offered her her new seat.

The computer started when she sat in front of it. Moving back, and placing the keyboard and the mouse closer to Mingi, she allowed him to take full control of the devices as he explained everything she officially needed to know.

Her head was closer to blowing towards the end of the evening. It had been just three hours, but she was sure the intensive class seemed like three days instead. She was shown all the databases she'd work on every once in a long while, all the tools she'd need to use, the phone numbers that were saved, and the way she should reply to each one of them -although those things were written in Korean. Mingi also took the time to show her how the most important application worked, to make sure she wouldn't screw it the second she had to check San's schedule for anything that needed her to check it.

—I don't know if they had explained it to you, but you shouldn't worry about food, water or anything that you might need. They give us a 50% discount on the restaurant, tomorrow we could give it a try —he suggested—. I bet you'll love it.

—Yeah, why not? —she smiled.

She wondered how someone as distant and cold as San had people like Wooyoung and Mingi around him, it was something that escaped her comprehension.

The door clicked behind them, showing off a serious San walking past them before Mingi spoke to him in Korean.

—You're leaving already?

—Yeah —he nodded—. See you tomorrow.

Her lips puckered in rage, annoyed at the fact that he didn't even look at her as he said goodbye to Mingi, who didn't wait a second more to get up from the chair to place it back where it was, smiling wide at her.

—It's already the end of your shift —he announced to her—. You can go back home. Or, I guess, you're staying in a room for now.

—Oh, I know —she stopped—. I'll stay a bit longer.

—You should enjoy the fact that he has left at this time, instead of staying longer. You might regret staying longer today in a few weeks.

She didn't know him for long, but Mingi for sure wasn't the best at cheering people up.

The next day was her real first day, and she wanted to keep a basic knowledge of everything he had explained to her. She reviewed all the tools as the light in the room went slowly darker with each passing hour, even if there was no natural light sneaking inside her office. She got familiar with every tool, she translated the small guides Mingi had shown her, so she'd be able to understand what she was saying... She guessed that, since she was lacking in some aspects, she for sure needed to make her good sides speak louder.

[reborn--maggot]

The Evolution of a Name

by me

I am born with a name that suits me fine. I like it, proudly sprawling the thing across my work, my art, my toys, My life.

I am given names that I quite like to hear. Darling, princess, pumpkin, peanut Are all me, and I giggle and grin When they replace that one from the beginning.

I stumble into a name that isn't mine, A measure of safety, the first thing that Pops into my brain as I look around my room. There is a drawing of a mermaid called Misty, And I steal her name, typing it slowly to ensure I spelled it right.

My friend has a name that sounds like mine, but isn't. She's quite fond of it, but I don't mind as much, and I tell her mother she can call me John.

My teacher hands out little pieces of paper And mine says she will call me any name I choose. I become Asriel. I beam whenever she says that one, Loving it more than anything that came before it.

Over dinner, I ask my parents What they would have named me If I had been a boy. James, they say. James Henry.

I'm staying behind in class to speak with my teacher And she tells the person on the phone that there's a student waiting for her. When she uses the word "she", I notice her frown, taking in my short hair and baggy clothes. "Is it she?" She asks. I smile and tell her no.

I am James full-time now, But my parents are slow on the uptake. James Henry morphs into James Anthony, Which in turn becomes James Anthony Philip. I have discovered the possibility of changing one's name on a whim, But I still choose my names carefully.

I am playing a tabletop game after school When my DM introduces a character he thought he named quite cleverly. Captain Morgan helps our party begrudgingly with a dubious accent. I am fascinated by him in a way I cannot yet describe. I like his name, the way it rolls off the tongue.

It has been a terrifying month following a month of denial, But I have finally told everyone that matters that I had been wrong. My cousin admits that I now share the name of her ex. It is my decision, and she is sure I will be a better man than he ever was.

It is the middle of the day and my mother has noticed That my account on our streaming service has changed. Incredulous, she asks who that name belongs to. I say it's mine, and she says I should try again. It is already the middle name of two other cousins. This is not my fault. She doesn’t care.

I notice that more and more of my friends are taking up different names, Collecting the ones they like the best. I've made up some grand time-traveling escapade, And I decide I need an undercover name. I find Miles and repeat it to myself for the rest of the day. I like Miles. I think I’ll keep it.

My friend asks me to help them pick out a new name. We pour through pages upon pages. They find a few they like. I find Adonis. I like Adonis, but it doesn't suit me. It doesn't hurt to try.

I am creating a new character, Sculpting them from a piece of my soul. They need their own name. I find Willow. I love how Willow sounds, how it feels when my friends say it to me. I add it to my collection, in reserve, as a bonus.

The name I was born with looms over me. My parents still use it. It's on my presents from half of my family members. My brother pronounces it wrong to get a rise out of me, and it works too well. That is not my name, I snap. Try again.

And they try again. And again. For now, it comes out the same.

[hongtiddiez]

Not Me Episode 5 Music

okay time to get caught up because i did miss making these and there are a handful of people that look forward to them (smooching you all.) i just needed a small break because thurs-sun are insane trying to keep up with my watchlist.

The Outsider - Ben Bostick

ohoho really just on the nose with this one. this song plays as White opens the garage and just before he finds Namo in bed with Sean.

They say I’m stupid Maybe I am But baby it’s amazing How little I care What they say or What they think about me

i don't think any of those things have been true for White, but i think they were very true for Black. and maybe White feels a little stupid coming into that scene, especially after what he saw with Gram and Eugene. i think it's easy to think White was overreacting here but he literally just came from what he thought was seeing Black's best friend canoodling with Black's ex girlfriend. idk, i think it's just a really good song to tether those two scenes together and reflect on the kind of mindset Black may have had versus White's current mindset.

After Grief - Ian Post

immediately as Sean and Namo wake this song kicks in, and maybe you could say this is the grief White feels for what he thought was his one place in all of this, the one place he could come back to and feel a modicum of safety - but he doesn't even have that, because someone else is in his spot on the bed. it's White realizing he has nothing. he's given up everything, even his own identity and personality.

Youth is Wasted on the Young - Tellow, Matt Sierra

as Sean and Namo talk outside the garage this comes in - and the title reminds us they are all so, so fucking young. they're going to make stupid decisions and do stupid shit without thinking. that's what growing up is. (one of my favorite parts of this scene is we also learn Sean is the 'call me when you get home' friend which just reinforces what we've learned that he cares so fucking much)

i do think the lyrics, which we sadly don't get to hear, are interesting for the scenario as well.

Call if off, let it go All for nothin', I should've known I've made mistake, crashed and burned So many chances, no time to love I need to find another way to make things right I won't be comin' back a second time Can't take it back everything you've done You know youth is wasted on the young We still don't know where we belong Time will tell us where we went wrong You know youth is wasted on the young

this could easily be the theme song for almost every single one of the boys, but especially Sean, White, and Black. if we want to apply it only to this scene and scenario Sean needs to find a way to make things right because White may not come back if he doesn't. and Sean can't take back the things Black has done to him while White doesn't know where he belongs in the world.

once again, Not Me music department, i'm climbing your walls

Keys - Rocco Vargas

as White yells and leaves the room we get a little peek at this song that will come back to haunt us later. i don't want to comment on it too much because i think it's definitely much more impactful later - and later they choose to give us some of the lyrics - but the parallels between the two scenes they use this song in is OUCHIES. i can't wait to get there.

once again more Crushed by A P O L L O as white and gram discuss monopolies (i've noticed this is kind of a theme for Gram in debate mode)

What You Gonna Do? - Ofrin

this plays during the drink boyfriend product placement (listen thats what i call them and no one can stop me.) we still love that Gumpa shotguns his drink off screen. Gumpa does not participate in capitalism.

Defend and Resist - Dream Cave

as the boys are doing their parkour jumps this song kicks in, i believe it makes several more appearances throughout the show as well. the title is definitely interesting just for the entire overarching plot of the show. (can we also talk about how batshit insane it is for Gumpa to be training the boys to do this? what the fuck is his plan if something goes wrong? Gumpa i love you but you baffle me.)

Better - Black Gryph0n, Baasik

aahh Better, my beloved. i kind of hated this song at first and then it grew on me like a weed. this plays during Gumpa's pep talk and White's jump.

I know you can't be found And the sky is falling down But when the sun comes out It's gonna get better

and White is getting better, he's getting better at all of this - at figuring out where he fits in, as we see in his voice over, and at doing the physical aspect of things. he's improving everyday and becoming a little more like Black, in his own way.

another little appearance from the beginning of Keys by Rocco Vargas. they do give us a little taste of the lyrics here (though this isn't the scene i was talking about just yet) and i the Not Me music team has done it again.

For you to see me Oh, I'm breaking out of your mold

Sean's entire perception of 'Black' is tilted on it's axis, everything he thought he knew about Black has been put into question recently and he sees him in a new light. gnawing on the bars of my enclosure.

Digitalis - Wendel Scherer

as Gram checks his own (after White's hasty departure) this song kicks in. i just need to know why they gave Gram a rainbow background on his phone. why did they do this to us.

both the song playing while Todd and White are in the car and the song playing while they are visiting Black feel incredibly familiar but i can't tell if that's because they appear in a lot of other GMMTV shows or if they're on my playlist and i just can't seem to find them. if i figure them out i'll do a little addition like i usually do, i have to move on with my life i have 3 more of these to make after this.

Keep an Eye - Ziv Morgan

finally something i know for certain. this song plays as Yok and Dan meet eyes, no masks between them. i have so many complicated feelings about Dan and Yok but i will always love his he protected Yok here and pulled him into the alleyway. and Yok's cheeky little "congratulations" makes me laugh every fucking time.

[sweveninteractive]

sweven (work in progress)

A/N: This is the offical sweven blog! Plus the demo, I have set to release next week or somewhere around that time! I'm looking just for people to help me with coding wise. (just tips!) Thank you for all the support!

Trigger Warnings: 18+, death, explicit language, sexual scenes, and graphic depictions of violence.

Synopsis: Welcome to the Solace Academy! Where you can choose which house, classes, and etc. Secert pathways and dark stories await behind every corner. The real questions is will discover them all?

Features: Choose MC's gender, appearance, personality, sexuality, pronouns, and pick your classes. Take a quick questionnaire to figure which of the five houses you belong to. Plus also pick your backstory

ROs:

Apolline de Gaulle - the rival: Apolline has been matching your skills since you were both in the academy. Known to be very stubborn and straight-forward to the dismay of her parents.

Tropes: rivals to lovers, "if i can't have you, no one else can," and kissing in the rain (must i say more?)

William Ackerson - the childhood friend: Self proclaimed honor student and the youngest son of a celebrity chief. Known to be very kind and neat but there's more to it isn't there?

Tropes: opposites attract, one night stand, and childhood sweethearts

Prince Aoi - the prince: 1st in line for the throne of a small Asian country, who would rather be doing anything but ruling is stuck in an uncanny position. Known to be very stoic and cold but sometimes appears at Bryce's parties.

Tropes: grumpy & sunshine, and secret admirer

Bryce Levine - the ex: Old lovers who got torn apart because of society, will you let him back in? Known to be very outgoing and a huge party animal.

Tropes: lovers to strangers to lovers, forced proximity, and soulmates

[frizzle-tales]

The next day was… different.

For once, Taehyung wasn’t barking orders at her, matter of fact, it was as if he expected her to not lift a finger all day.

He even went as far as letting her watch TV for the majority of the day. It was unusual but Jiyeon didn’t seek anything behind it, telling herself to enjoy it while it lasted.

Her eyes moved away from the screen and at his question, she nodded, murmuring a ‘yes’ before she scooted closer to the table to take her drink. “Thank you.” She thanked him before taking the water and vitamins.

Could it be that Taehyung has changed? Was there a part of him that felt guilt for what he had put her through, and this was his way of making up for it, or was he genuinely showing kindness and concern for what had happened yesterday?

Jiyeon placed a pillow on her lap, resting her hands on it as the two love interests on the screen were close to meeting each other after a long time. She didn’t even notice Taehyung’s eyes on her as she became distracted by the movie, her concentration once again disrupted but this time by the doorbell.

Thinking about it, very rarely has she heard that before. In her stay here, the only guest at Taehyung’s home was Namjoon but no other friends nor family ever seemed to visit. Part of her was curious and wanted to know more but she knew better than to pry in his personal affairs.

Before Jiyeon could go back to watching the movie, she heard Taehyung call for her, so she stood and headed to the hallway.

“Yes…?” She paused in front of him, not quite sure why he needed her here. But then he presented her with a box, along with instructions, but this time it felt more tame; he didn’t said it in a condescending tone nor did he snap at her. But from the little information given to her, the ex student soon understood that they must be going out tonight, and Jiyeon tried not to show it, but, she didn’t particularly felt interested to go out for the evening — she still felt quite exhausted.

Jiyeon unpacked the box once she was in his bedroom and as she took the dress out and inspected it, she couldn’t help but stare at it with a blank expression.

These type of dresses were not for her, no, these were reserved for those it girls she used to see on Instagram or the hot girls in high school, there was no way that she’d look good in this black dress.

Jiyeon was a plain Jane, she wouldn’t do this dress justice.

But it wasn’t like she had a choice, so she put it on and ‘dolled up’ as Taehyung had said, choosing for the safe option of applying some mascara and a lipstick.

She placed all of her belongings back into place, and was about to head to the door but paused when she heard his footsteps, and then finally saw Taehyung entering the room. Did he needed to get ready too?

“I… can’t reach the zipper.” Jiyeon confessed, a nervous smile playing on her lips. “Could you, zip it for me, please..?” She asked of him, before turning the other way, looking down at her feet. “I tried to reach, but I couldn’t..”

— 🎙️

⚠️ tw: heavily implied noncon

“I’m so sorry, Mr Kim!” Sohee stumbled through his office door late one night after a rather rushed knock. “I didn’t mean to bring these home with me, I have no idea what happened.” A bull in a china shop.

Her voice was flooded with concern, practically dripping, although, there was a hint of seduction weaved within.

Which of course, went unnoticed by Taehyung.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair while simultaneously looking up at her. The woman’s hair looked like it was freshly curled around an iron. Dark shadow smoked around her eyes. Bright red lipstick staining her lips. Despite how late in the night it was, her jacket was instead flung over her forearm. Hugging her body was, what most women would call it, a little black dress.

Again, unbeknownst to him: her eyes began to sparkle at the sight of her boss dragging his eyes down her frame. Surely, he was checking her out. With the way his eyes carefully studied her every detail.

His thoughts, on the other hand, were completely consumed by the hostage currently at home under the watchful eye of his friend. To him, Sohee looked like every other woman who would wear that dress, probably wearing it because she was on her way to some date right now, only to find the files right before she left.

But Jiyeon … just what would she look like?

Wasn’t it a popular saying that every woman needed their own little black dress?

Now, tonight would be the night he’d finally see his fantasy come to life. It was perfect. She had to be the one for him, so many signs were pointing to her. Tonight, he’d finally claim her as his.

“Just set them down on the table.” The man finally breathed, going back to half finished document on his computer.

“Oh.. Of course.” Her feels clicked against the floor, followed by a plop of papers, then again clicking as she nearly made her way out of his office.

“Sohee?”

“Yes, Mr Kim?” Hope rose in her tone, spinning back around to face him.

“I needed those papers 53 minutes ago, don’t ever let this happened again.”

—

Once Jiyeon disappeared from his sight, Taehyung took the takeout in his other hand to the dining room. He set out the food, grabbed out plates and utensils. Picked the perfect bottle of wine. And on his search for the right glasses, he stumbled across some candles — which he eventually lit as the final impeccable detail to their dinner.

Or, well, his beautifully planned, somewhat last minute, dinner.

Floorboards upstairs then creaked under his weight as he wandered into bedroom, growing too impatient to wait for her to come to him.

To say the least, this time he was happy he had lost his patience.

Again, Jiyeon’s voice was just like honey, so golden, sweet, and smooth. Wordlessly, Taehyung walked up to her, but he didn’t follow through with her request. His hands instead placed themselves on her hips.

… Was she teasing him right now, dangling herself in front of him? Wanting him to take her bait?

Fuck seeing the dress. It could wait one more night.

He drew a typical breath in, but still her scent intoxicated his senses. Using the leverage on her hips, he spun her around to face him. Almost immediately, he spotted the dark cherry red of her lips. “I use to believe make up was for desperate,” Then, a hand snaked up to her face. “Unattractive,” His thumb pressed against her bottom lip, smearing the lipstick just slightly. “Whores. But you look...” The man’s head cocked to the side.

But her.. On her it looked so classic, so radiant.

His stare rested on her eyes, the ones that drawn him in since he first caught a glimpse, and while he had her distracted, his free hand yanked the dress down to pool around her ankles. “You said it yourself, hm? You’ve never been touched before, isn’t that right?” His fingers slid down her neck, tracing an artery. “Never had a boyfriend.” They kept trailing down, caressing her bare side. “Never even been kissed until I came along. Isn’t that right, Jiyeonnie?”

His eyes finally dragged down her body, stopping at the sight of his name scarred perfectly into the flesh of her thigh. “It can’t be a coincidence, you and I. You were meant for me.” He thought aloud.

Screw her dress, screw their dinner.

It can all wait.

In a matter of seconds, Taehyung had the young woman tossed and pinned onto the bed, held down by his weight.

“Be a good girl for me, hm?” Kisses trailed up and down her neck, the skin occasionally being pinched between his teeth. “You’re not going to like the consequences.” More kisses trailed across her jawline, turning rougher by the second. “Now, now.” Poor little thing, seeming so frightened. It was her first time after all, but that didn’t mean she could be so disobedient. His palm connected with her cheek, strong enough to stun her. Metal clinking followed before cool leather wrapped and tightened around Jiyeon’s wrists, until the belt dug into her flesh. “Since you couldn’t stop yourself from squirming..” He taunted. “.. We are going to have to do this another way.” One hand pressed down on the leather belt, pinning her wrists to the bed.

The other? It reached behind him, pulling out his treasured blade. Light from the lamps glistened the silver. The sharp tip then grazed against her skin, up her bare stomach, following the pattern of her ribs and chest until it stopped at her bra strap. “Too bad you couldn’t behave yourself, this could’ve been so much gentler.” With those words hanging in the air, he sliced the strap. “Don’t say I didn’t I warn you, little bird.” He taunted in her ear, hot breath tickling her skin.

Her caramel chocolate eyes glistened with tears, widened with fear, sent something primal off inside him. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you’re afraid.”

It was as if he could smell her fear, like a sweet, delicious aroma.

“You don’t need to cry, jagiya. Just relax..” He whispered before capturing her lips in a kiss, forcing his tongue between them to explore every inch of her mouth as if it was his first time all over again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your first time is special.” He muttered against her skin, his fingers disappearing between her legs.

—

Taehyung’s heavy breathing filled the master bedroom. The smell of sweat and sex hung thick in the air like a fog.

That was … everything he anticipated it to be and more.

“.. Who do you belong to?” The killer growled, not yet pulling away from her. He couldn’t get enough of her warmth, of the feeling of her skin brushing against his. “Tell me, who owns every part of you?”

He only pulled away after he was satisfied with her answer; there was only one correct one after all.

After one last rough kiss, Taehyung finally pulled away, getting off of her. He threw back on his pair of pants before sauntering to the closet, grabbing one of his white button ups and tossing it onto the bed. “Put this on.”

Now it was the perfect time for dinner.

[lovedetlost]

Hi baby

Sorry for my late update. 

So we went to get those samples. He kept looking at me when we were on the car. Asking me random questions like what type of music I listen to, if I saw that movie on netflix ...

He opened the car door and all doors everytime we went to a store. 

He invited me for lunch and took me to eat sushi.

He was very polite and respectful.  

He is well mannered well spoken and funny and kind. I mean he work in sales so I'm not surprised because they are supposed to be charming 

He talked about his ex. They were together for almost a year.  He breaks up with her because of her friend who was in love with her and they talked everyday and basically she choose him over him. It's been 9 months since he is single. 

He asked me about my personal life. I didn't have much to say. I didn'twant to mention Casanova. He laughed and said that I look like someone who doesn't have experience and doesn't know how to take compliments. 

He talked about his vision of life and relationship. 

He told me that I was pretty and patted my head 

He called me on Tuesday morning to ask a question that I'm sure he know the answer. He pretexted forgetting which products belong to which category.

I have not seen him since then. So I don't know

The sales assistant and the officer manager came to my department on Thursday afternoon and started gossiping asking questions but I was like there is nothing we just went for work and they were like be careful he likes women attention and to brag about himself. It put me off a little.

So I decided to don't go far with him. I don't like to mix work and relationship 

Casanova called me on Wednesday and asked me if I want to hang out with him but I declined. I asked him if he was doing okay because he seemed tired on the phone. He said that he missed me. On Thursday, "The friend" called and asked if I want to go to dinner with crew and said "You know I'm up for a threesome I don't mind we can share him" I was like haha you are funny no thank you you can have all of him". I was thinking about blocking her and him and all the people from that crew. I was so frustrated and confused because I didn't know what I was feeling exactly.

But anyway, I treated myself with a massage this morning since I'm feeling sick and tired. It helped me relax I really enjoyed it 😌

I hope I will find a cute respectful guy. In the meantime I'm going to reread ambivalent and sixth sense Rafe and spend a lazy weekend

Love you ❤️

👽

okay colleague is definitely into you. boys aren't that nice, sadly. and look, obviously you should trust your gut instincts with him, (they've done studies on women's gut instincts and sixth sense and it's actually quite accurate). but i will say this, unless there's clear, objective evidence - outside of your gut - that he's a bad guy, give him a chance. a player is a player until they settle down, and just because someone has slept around in their past does not mean they should not get a chance with someone now.

now there's an obvious asterisk on that statement, there's sleeping around and then there's treating women like shit, and they're not to be confused.

don't write him off too early. statistically we're most likely to meet our partner at work, even more often than through mutual friends. and a cute boy is a cute boy, any way you slice it.

i say all this to say, you should trust your gut, but if you do like him, and your gut is allowing, don't talk yourself out of it. we can logic ourselves out of far too much.

now, to casanova. if your 'friend' is offering a threesome (a pathetic attempt to camaraderie and passing it off as we're all friends sharing i can't stand her) he's not slept with her again. in those situations, people only offer to share as a means to a one-on-one end. which gives me hope for casanova's soul. man knows he fumbled the bag. i'm not saying to forgive him, or that i forgive him, but i'm glad he realises how monumentally he fucked up.

i understand your frustration. i'm not saying to excommunicate all of them, losing a friend because she had a fallout with a boy hurts quite a lot (i speak from experience). but space is required. if you're especially close to anyone, just explain it. and if it's a girl, she'll understand. the heart doth hurt and only time and space can heal it.

MASSAGE IS AN EXCELLENT IDEA BABY. this is the time for self love. massages, manicures, nice dinners, sappy movies, the like. and yes comfort characters and simping over fictional men who would never treat us so appallingly.

darling you deserve the world. i really hope you get it. love you always honey

[greywoodrpg]

𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕟

they appear as though he was born forty-eight years ago but is actually seventy, is a siren and lives in downtown as a tailor for the vault, and is in no pod. they look an awful lot like burn gorman.

"Part-time soulmate, full-time problem."

tw: death, drowning

Evelyn was born as an only child to the Quinn family, both parents academics, their mother a professor of Mathematics and his father a highly acclaimed researcher in the field of Astronomy, meaning that they had a busy schedule, one that barely had any space for Evelyn. Growing up they barely saw their parents, birthdays, school plays, family trips, were often forgotten by them and as much as he tried to get their attention be it good or bad it never seemed to work. Thankfully it wasn't all bad, their grandma showed care where his parents wouldn't and so he grew apart from them, bitter by their neglect, a theme that seemed to go along with their life. Often both him and his grandmother would go out together, she took him to museums, plays, the list went on, memories that Evelyn held dear, that shaped them as they grew older until her passing. They miss her still, the one person they felt like they could confide in. Evelyn didn't much care for others, a trait that he got from his parents he was sure, often feeling disconnected or uninterested, but they tried at the advice from his grandmother and managed a few friendships trough out his life even if they never felt truly real. It was during their college days that Evelyn found he had a taste for the finer things in life, and they also had grown the habit of taking jewelry that called out to their attention, which lead them eventually to meeting their then fiancé and now ex husband. Oh, how in love they had been, smitten would be the word he choose at the time to describe it, looking back he had been a fool to think that the man had ever truly love him. Evelyn had only been a tool, easy enough to impress. Life went on and Evelyn became a tailors assistant, everything was grand and he couldn't wait to get married to their partner in crime, but life had a wicked sense of humor and fate decided it had other plans, to knock him down a few, humble them maybe, whatever reason Eve didn't expect what had happened next. After one late evening, a job well done, the diamonds stolen as well as a beautiful bracelet he had kept for himself, they found themselves distracted by a voice on their way home, somewhere near the water, he would almost admit that they saw something shinning in it's depths that they wanted for themselves and as was their nature Evelyn looked closer, reaching out and then- well- they drowned, not the smartest of decisions. Eve knew now that it had been a siren. Evelyn liked to think that their 'death' meant something but they found out that it didn't, it mattered little in the end. Being pulled down into the cold water, the burn that they felt as they tried to breath, panicked by what was happening, it had been horrifying, drowning. The surprise they felt once they woke up, swimming for air came as a surprise. Forever changed. He had hoped that someone would have looked for them, but the truth was that no one did, at least to their knowledge. Their beloved ex husband, could not care less for them playing the part perfectly of broken hearted widower suited him just fine, only a few months and they had been replaced by someone else, their belongings thrown away as if they were nothing and whatever was left was placed in boxes for them to take. It didn't come as a surprise to their ex that he might be alive, turns out that like them now he wasn't human either. It was a messy divorce, one that Evelyn is still trying to recover from. Lost and not knowing what to do with their life he found himself here, Greywoods.

“what power did he/they attain when settling in greywood?”

Object Replication - Evelyn can replicate an object almost exactly but there needs to be an exchange it can not be made from nothing, they can also only replicate objects they have seen, if its a photo it might come a hundred percent accurate.

penned by... poe

[eldritchsurveys]

1166.

Do you know anyone who has divorced and remarried the same person? What do you/would you think of someone who does that? >> I don't remember if Sparrow's parents separated and got back together or divorced and remarried. I think it actually was the latter, I seem to recall having commented on that specifically because of how that must have went over from a Catholic perspective (which is what they are). Personally, I couldn't imagine giving a fuck about what two other people do with their relationship, particularly people that mean nothing to me.

Do you say goodnight to anybody before you go to bed? If so, does it feel weird if you go to bed without saying it to them? >> I don't. Sparrow used to do that, long ago. I wonder why they stopped. Doesn't matter, I guess.

Do you have a favourite role of Johnny Depp's? If you don't like him, what is your favourite role of an actor you like? >> I don't much care for Johnny Depp's specific brand of acting in general anymore, but my favourite role of his is still Edward Scissorhands.

Why did you/your parents choose to live where you do now? Would you move right now if you were able to? Why/why not? If so, where would you like to go? >> I didn't choose to live here, exactly, but this is where Sparrow lives, so this is where I ended up. I would move in a heartbeat if I could, especially if it gets me closer to the Equator where I surely belong.

If someone broke into your house and robbed you, what could they take that would piss you off or upset you the most? To what lengths would you go to get it back? Has something like this already happened to you before? >> Anything out of my room. I don't know what lengths even exist to go to in that situation, because I've never been in it (I've had various things stolen from me, but I just let them go because I knew I couldn't get them back).

Was there something you were afraid of as a child that just seems silly to you now? >> I was afraid of thunderstorms and other forms of inclement weather as a child, and that doesn't seem silly to me even though I definitely am not afraid of them now. Inclement weather can be dangerous. It's a perfectly sensical fear. The only part that's a bit silly is that I didn't seem to grok that the stuff I was reading about in books about strange weather phenomena were, well, strange. Not things that were liable to happen on any given Thursday. So I was afraid of, say, ball lightning, as if ball lightning could just come shooting through my house at any second.

Do you like coffee? >> I do.

When did you last make up a baby’s bottle? >> I don't do this.

Do you eat your dinner at a dining table, coffee table or just off your lap? >> I eat on my bed, which is where I do everything. Did you go to high school with your current best friend? . Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? >> I can't do that, I don't have an income. How many cars can fit in your driveway? >> I don't know, three or four? No one parks in the driveway, there's a garage.

Have you ever slapped someone in the face? >> I have.

Last person you took a nap with? >> Can Calah.

Does seeing your mother cry automatically make you feel sad as well? >> I don't automatically feel sad when anyone cries.

Have you ever given up on someone, but then went back to them later? >> I did this twice (same person).

Is your last ex currently in a relationship? . Do you think the last person you kissed has feelings for you? >> I know Can Calah has feelings for me. I can feel them. Have you ever been punched in the face? >> Several times.

Are you the type of person who seeks out revenge? >> I'm not, but I do have my fair share of vengeful ideation. I just can't be bothered to enact them. Vengeance seems very high-risk low-reward.

Have you ever been asked out by someone you didn’t want to be with? >> Sure. Who is the last person to call you gorgeous? . Do you think a lot before you fall asleep? >> Sure, if I just lay there aimlessly waiting to feel sleepy.

Would you rather have your parents catch you having sex or smoking weed? .

Do you like it when people call you babe? >> I have no feelings about it whatsoever. Sparrow sometimes does it (not as much as they used to... huh, there's a pattern here), and it didn't make me feel one way or the other.

Would you ever get your nipples pierced? >> I did strongly consider it for a while but I was afraid of losing sensitivity. So I never did. Does it bother you to get shots in the mouth? Does it hurt? >> It does bother me and it does hurt. But it's a brief experience, at least. Besides, everything about the dentist is awful for me, so getting a shot barely registers as worth mention.

Ever ride in a limo? When did you last do so? >> Never.

Do you have a lot of self-discipline? >> I don't know, I'm not interested in self-discipline in the first place. Have you ever been to another country’s capital city? >> I haven't. What’s something that has upset you lately? >> I don't remember the last thing that upset me. The last time I was upset, it wasn't directed at anything in particular.

What’s something you don’t think people take seriously enough? . Have you ever dated someone who had a child from a previous relationship? >> I have.

What’s your favorite kind of soup? >> I don't know, but I had HopCat's roasted red pepper bisque again yesterday and I'd forgotten how good that was.

Have you ever been 4-wheeling? >> I haven't.

Will you be attending any weddings in the near future? >> I will not.

Do you have any important anniversaries you celebrate? >> I can't think of an anniversary that I actively celebrate. I technically have two wedding anniversaries and still don't really do anything for them, lol. What will be the next concert you attend? >> I wish I knew. Have you ever seen a horseshoe crab? >> Not in person.

When was the last time you had a hangover? >> I've never been truly hungover.

Do you own many pairs of shorts? >> I don't own many, I own a few.

Who was the last person you texted? .

When was the last time you felt like letting it all out and having a cry? >> Thursday morning, according to my diary.

When was the last time someone made you feel like an idiot? . Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? .

What was the last restaurant you made a reservation at? >> I think that was Mertens Prime, for our pre-Goth Prom dinner.

Would you rather read a book, or listen to the audiobook? >> I don't listen to audiobooks at all, so. What is your favorite book? >> The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell.

What is something you're insecure about? >> Just... *waves hand vaguely over my entire existence*

What do you consider your biggest accomplishment? >> Not killing myself or otherwise dying? I don't accomplish big things, otherwise. Small things, certainly, but not big.

[high-theyre-frendough]

I've realized lately that I've been using this blog for venting about some of the stupid bullshit that I've been dealing lately. I'm sorry about that, and I realize that some of you probably aren't too interested in hearing about it. I have created a tag which I have retroactively applied to old messages called #household drama and/or vent which can be blocked if you so choose. What is the drama, you may ask? Glad you asked.

Around the end of June, I started dating a person who I've been referring to here as "Bitch." When we met, I was also dating my (now ex) Max. Max & I previously shared an apartment which had a lease that was ending, and Bitch's household was looking for new roommates, so Max & I figured, why not.

It did not take long to realize that Bitch is fucking insane (is it ableist if they regularly uses that word to describe themself? I don't care). Bitch is the kind of cartoonishly unhinged that if their actions were portrayed in a movie, said movie would be criticized for being unrealistic. Anyways, the specifics of shit that Bitch does belong in their own posts, and this is like a summary thing.

Ok, so, Bitch has a boyfriend who has somehow put up with them for the past seven fucking years. I have no idea how. This man has an immense amount of patience (which has been rapidly disappearing in terms of being able to tolerate Bitch). I was hanging out with said boyfriend on and off. I was getting to know him as he was going to be one of my new roommates. We hit it off.

For the rest of this, I'm gonna be referring to him as Daddy, as I do that anyways. We had sex. I broke up with Max (which I should've done, like, before I met her, but that is it's own drama). After a bit longer, I broke up with Bitch, cause I couldn't deal with that anymore.

A key point here is that Bitch does not know I've been fucking Daddy. If Bitch were to find out, they would probably commit some kind of felony due to severe jealousy issues (Bitch was already accusing us well before anything was even being thought about happening, as they spend most of their time obsessing over whether or not Daddy is cheating which ironically is what caused him to finally snap because of how insufferable Bitch is). Kind of fucked up how Bitch claims to be poly but also has severe jealousy issues and will not let Daddy interact with other people, nevermind date anyone. Literally will call him over and over whenever he is not right next to her. I'm not joking; Bitch will call him when he's been downstairs for a few minutes too long.

Bitch will spend hours yelling at Daddy and throwing fits over nonsense. Just the other day, Bitch broke his fucking grill, then cried over him being annoyed about it, saying that he was upset "for no reason" when she fucking broke it cause she didn't know how to use it.

Guess who he comes to for comfort? Me. Cause I actually talk to him like a person. Cause I actually have conversations to him that don't revolve around wanting to put him down so I can be the center of attention like Bitch does. Cause we have similar interests. Because we actually like each other. Fuck, cause I'm better at sex. That's not the only reason, but it's certainly a reason. (Oh, also, at this point I'm fuck buddies with the other roommate, Amanda. Basically, everyone's fighting over me, but as far as Bitch knows, Daddy didn't do anything with me. Amanda largely tries to avoid the drama anyways, so she's not relevant here. She is, however, a very lovely woman who is good at cooking and I love her as well as Daddy, though in different ways.)

I still live here. I share Bitch & Daddy's bedroom. Bitch is constantly trying to get me back into a relationship with them. I am not going to. Basically I alternate between, let's see, HAVING A FUCKING METAL GODDAMN CHAIR THROWN AT ME AFTER HAVING THE LIVES OF MY CATS THREATENED, and also sometimes they go on about how cute I am and how much they want to have sex with me.

Bitch is constantly bitching about everything. Meanwhile, Daddy is obsessing over me and tries his hardest to avoid her and instead be around me. The only reason why Bitch is still here is due to an unrelated court thing. It is generally assumed that if Bitch were to find out and/or be kicked out that they would lie to legal authorities so that the court thing goes poorly, which would be really really bad. It would not be out of character at all for them to do that.

[seeabout-afterdark09]

Hotline Bling

Hotline Bling

Drake (July 25, 2015)

"You used to call me on my cellphone." The line of 2016.

Hotline Bling is a poppy tune that Drake spends most of his time singing. In the music video, he is wearing a long sleave sweater, jeans, and timberlands dancing in front of an everchanging blank background. It's supposed to be more of a chill, moody song. But even with Drake's most chill songs, they contain a lot of hidden information.

The intro is the same as the beginning of the chorus: "You used to call me on my cell phone/Late-night when you need my love." Now, while a lot of people take this literally (referring to sex) this line can also be taken another way. I believe that this song is about Nicki because there are a lot of easter eggs surrounding this song that point coincidentally in her direction. Nicki needing Drake's love could simply mean her getting his time, attention, and affection whenever she chooses to seek it. Important thing to remember, Nicki stopped calling Drake her brother in 2014. I don't know explicitly what happened between them, but they grew very close together and the flirtation happened both ways. Before it was mainly Drake reaching out to Nicki, but in 2014 Nicki did some pushing also – flirting with him to her heart's content. Their first sexual experience could have happened in 2014 also (which would also further explain the intensity of Drake's disappointment towards her in 2015 - 2016). Hell, even Drake's own parents jokingly call Nicki their daughter-in-law. Remember, if Nicki was "just" Drake's ex labelmate he wouldn't act the way he does about her. Did you see him losing his mind trying to figure out if Shannell (female rapper from Young Money) was on his side during this time? No.

"Ever since I left the city, you/Got a reputation for yourself now/Everybody knows and I feel left out/Girl, you got me down, you got me stressed out." When Drake "left the city" late 2014 for work, Nicki had the opportunity to grow closer to Meek, growing more reliant on him in Drake's absence. With Meek, Nicki did club appearances like crazy and started smoking a lot when she hardly did before. She would wear revealing outfits, and party with girls that didn't resemble her old friend group. Just partying and getting wasted until the next award show appearance. "Ever since I left the city, you, you, you/You and me, we just don't get along/You make me feel like I did you wrong/Goin' places where you don't belong." Nicki is hanging out with the Dream chasers (Meek's crew) spending a ton of time in Philadelphia, in his hood with his friends, riding motorcycles, etc. At this point, Drake feels like he's looking at a completely different woman. He can't get in touch with her, but she's partying with her phone in her hand which means she sees his texts (if she hasn't blocked his number). After the chorus repeats, Drake pours his emotions into the bridge: "These days, all I do is/Wonder if you're bendin' over backwards for someone else." Drake is allowing his true fears to be shown. He's afraid that Nicki is trying to replace him with Meek by doing all of the things they used to do together. "You don't need nobody else, no/Why you never alone?/Why you always touchin' road?/Used to always stay at home/Be a good girl, you was in the zone." In contrast to Diamonds Dancing, Drake allows his concerns to take over. Her never being alone keeps him from connecting with her the way he wants. He is reminiscing about the old Nicki. The Nicki that cared more about personal connections instead of being a "people pleaser" at her own detriment.