#now that that's over with... model of the day: some guy. i haven't opened my 1827 save in forever. not since i killed my mods folder

[cringeborg-moved]

Long Men's Nightshirt

Happy Tuesday! Today you're getting a simple 19th-century style nightshirt, an edit of @historicalsimslife's Edwardian Men's Nightgown. I've finally sort of figured out weight transfers. I did not enjoy it. But the weights are fine, so that's good.

Just the one white swatch this time. Feel free to recolor if you want!

Found in the long dress and robe categories

All LODs

Vertices: 4081

Polygons: 6620

Tagged as masculine

Mesh is required!

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#if i had to rank the LODs on this it would go: #1. lod 0. i'd be concerned if lod 0 WASN'T the best one #2. lod 3. i like how boxy it is. and it has surprisingly few gaps. like next to none #3. lod 2. similar to lod 3 but with a gap on the side #4. lod 1. i don't know why the second highest lod is so ugly. distorted buttons AND a big fat gap on the side. and not even boxy! bad lod!! #now that that's over with... model of the day: some guy. i haven't opened my 1827 save in forever. not since i killed my mods folder #am cc #my cc #ts4cc #sims 4 cc #sims 4 custom content #ts4 historical #historical cc #ts4 regency #ts4 victorian #regency cc #victorian cc #1790s cc #1800s cc #1810s cc #1820s cc #1830s cc #1840s cc #1850s cc #i'm actually not sure when these long nightshirts stopped being worn..hm...cutting it off at 1850. it's timeless you get it #ts4 #the sims 4 #mesh edit #19c

[broooooo]

Coaches gift

________________________

"I'm Aaron, a very forgettable 20 year old guy with no life, technically speaking, you could say I haven't left my house for 20 years, I might be in a dorm room at university, but I don't feel any different, I'm not very interested in a relationship or sex, partying doesn't sound fun, and friends? Yeah I wish, thinking I'm a waste of space isn't new to me, dying alone is what I imagine my future to be.

Too be honest, IV always wanted to play sports, ever since I was younger, but my parents didn't allow it, I wish I was more like the other guys, dating and having fun with a big group of friends,

If I could choose, I would play football, those guys are always so hot, and have lots of fun, too bad it's too late for me, I'm not 4 anymore.

Any time I have jacked off, when I was younger, it was to the fantasy of a transformation, but now I don't feel anything anymore, just tired and dead inside, wishing won't help anymore, nothing will change my fate now"

Untill one day..

I go to the mail room in the universities dorm entrance to check if anything is in my box, nothing inside but shockingly underneath is a box with a letter addressed to me.

I pick it up to shake it, it's heavy, sounds like a pair of shoes? , I'm very confused, I take the box and letter to my dorm.

I lock my door behind me, my heart's racing with curiosity to what's inside, I open it up to find.

A pair of football cleats?

*this is very confusing, damn, but why?", I ask my self

Looking at them they are well designed, I enjoy them, just why I wondered?

Turning my attention to the letter I open it up, wondering what the universe had in store for me

---------------------------------------------------------- dear

aaron, you must have a lot of questions right now but in time they with be answered,

Ihear your plee for change and have come to help, take this gift as a sign of brotherhood

I hope you enjoy them

- coach and the team

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I put down the letter in shock

"am I being spied on or something? This sounds way too coincidental"

Oh well, guess there's no harm done

Starring at the cleats, it's creepily ominous, I can't wait to try them on

I quickly take them out, the feel of the leather on my skin is satisfying and the smell of it, fresh and new gives of a high iv never felt,

In the excitement I notice my dick Starting to harden

" whoa there buddy, guess this is truly something different isn't it "

I slide them on my feet, a perfect fit, I tie them

"AaaaAAAHHH hhhhhh this tightness, hehehe" the feel of the right cleats make me happy, each foot movement gets massaged by the tight leather, sending orgasmic eaves through me,

Sitting on my drom floor , now rock hard and drooling, "hhuuhu, damn in horned up"

I take my dick out, pulsing and begging to leak, I stoke slowly, enjoying it all, feeling dizzy and horny, drooling like a complete idiot

""aww yeahhh brahhh"

Not noticing the changes, my body starts to grow and expand, muscled blow up , my abs hardening and my jaw line straightening out,, my legs hard as trees and my feet getting even tighter inside the shoes

With each stroke, my muscles grew , my hair become quaffed and short, just like the other guys, and my mind changed

I was no longer who I was, my insignificant self going into my balls, my hand stroking as pre covers my dick

I think of sex, football, beer , ..."brahhhhhh.,."

*Damn pussy... Tits....bhuhu "

With each stroke my new identity sets in. I'm a

" football jock... Horny .. big... BRAHHHHHHH, YEAH BRAHHH"

Just like that cum, cum explodes everywhere, soaking everything, ropes of cum go all over me and my now, new jock dorm room

Looking up at a poster of a nude model on the wall, I burst with cum even more

, I lay there covered in cum and still horny

My door opens to jet, walking in, my best bro, almost as horny as I,

"damn bro, you want some help there bro? "

"brahhhh u mind bro? "

"anything for a bro

Just like that, jet jacks me off again before practice,, he too joins in as we both jack each other off

"yo Aaron, heard there's new babes at the party tonight"

"YOO LETS GOOO brahhhh " as our dicks explode with cum .

We lay there, soaked in cum, ready for practice, ready to obey coach, ready to breed some chicks

Jet turns to be and says ," damn bro, nice cleats, coach got them for you?

"yeaah brah, nice aren't they? , U can borrow them if u like"

"thanks bro, now let's go, can't let coach wait for us to long"

"rght bro, off to practice"

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What do u guys think? Good? I'm not sure about it XD but I wanted to do something hehe

The first part of the story is true to the real me, allas, sports is a faint dream at this point

Anyway, baii, enjoy your fantasies

[endlessnightlock]

I scare easily lol, but how about Hitchhiker from the horror prompts?

Thanks for the prompt, Anon! I know horror isn't the most popular genre in the Everlark fan community, lol, so I kept it pretty mild.

A-Z Horror prompts

(if you like weird stuff, send me a prompt from the list, fam. This is the only one I got so I'm open to more!)

The guy in the interview room says he's Peeta Mellark. He's not carrying identification, and his prints aren't in the state or federal system, so he could be anybody. I don't know if he has a reason to lie. He's young. Looks like shit. My first thought was junkie, but his eyes are clear.

The kid can't keep his leg still. I say leg, singular because he only has the one. I know that detail because my report states that when Peeta Mellark was brought in, the upper right-hand portion of his blood-soaked jeans was torn away, revealing a prosthetic leg attached well above his knee. Now he's in county-issued scrubs. We were out of sweats and T-shirts. He's not under arrest. He has no wounds, no scratches or caked skin under his nails, only the beginnings of a large bruise on the side of his face. And a story that can’t be true. Can it?

"Your leg a recent injury?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.

The kid shakes his head, never breaking stride with the leg. None of that blood on him was his. I know that. I'm just trying to get him talking.

"Childhood cancer. I lost my leg maybe twelve years ago. Good thing, too. If I'd just got the new one attached, I wouldn't have got away tonight. Took a while to get used to it," he explains, patting his left leg. "Wasn't the fastest runner to begin with. My ma says I stomp around like a bear."

He's rambling, but it's understandable if there's an inch of truth to his story. "Lucky guy. Well, Peeta, let's get directly to the point. I looked over the statement you gave Officer Leeg and watched the interview. I have some concerns."

Peeta meets my eye. Despite the jackshit he told Leeg, I'd swear he's not on anything. "I know it sounds crazy---"

"Yeah, it does."

"You should've been there," he said. "Do I have to tell you everything again? I'm, ah, I'm about to pass out or something. Haven't slept much the last few days."

"No, that's alright. Just answer a few questions if you wouldn't mind."

"Do I need a lawyer?" He asks, leg finally stopping.

"It's never a bad idea. But we're not figuring you as the perpetrator at this point. I can call you a public defendant if you want."

"Nah."

"So you told Officer Leeg that at approximately seven p.m., you were out on Highway 12, looking to hitch a ride. Never a good idea, you know that, right?" I add for good measure. "All kinds of things are liable to happen, as you well know."

Peeta shrugs. "I don't have a car. Still have places I need to get to."

"Ever heard of Uber?"

"Got to have money for that or at least plastic. I'm a little short at the moment."

"Seems like your ass just dropped in from Jupiter or something."

He laughs. Starting to loosen up. "No, I'm not claiming an alien abducted me."

"No. No mention of that. Let's go over what happened again, alright? I'll read over things and just ask questions where I feel it's warranted. So you're on Highway 12 with your thumb out when a Chevy truck, mid 80's model, you think?"

Peeta nods. "Tan and white. Decent shape. Some rust."

"And inside the truck's cab were three young men about your age. They had dark hair and an olive complexion, you said."

He squints at me. "Yes, they had a similar look to yours. Do you have many relations around here?"

"A Lot of us look alike in Seamtown. There was probably lots of inbreeding in the old days."

Peeta laughs, and I wink at him.

"Kidding. We're backwoods, but all of our DNA strands don't match. So back to your statement---these fellas offer to give you a ride."

For someone who said he was too tired to relay the whole story again, Peeta dives in head first. "Yep. There was no room in the cab, but the bed was empty. Was riding with them maybe half an hour before things started getting weird. It was really dark before Gale, the driver, flipped the headlights on. Seconds before before he slammed on the brakes. I about jumped out of my skin when something bounced off the front of the truck. I figured it was a deer. Lots of deer on the move around here at night. He didn't give me time to look around, just started arguing with the other two fellas---his brothers I think---before pushing the pedal to the floor. Seemed in a big hurry to get away. Anyway, he cut the headlights off, so I didn't get a look at what he hit with the truck, but whatever it was didn't look like a deer."

Now we're getting to the first interesting part of Peeta Mellark's statement to my officer: the part where it sounds like Gale Hawthorne (it's a small place, Seamtown) and his younger brothers involved themselves in a hit-and-run on Highway 12.

"So we've gone about five or so miles down the road, I guess, when Gale swerves to the side of the road and comes to a stop. 'This is as far as I can take you,' he said. He sounded frantic. 'Hop out.'"

"He never got out of the truck. It's black as pitch by now, and I'm not excited about being left alone on the side of the road, but after what happened earlier, it doesn't take much convincing to get me out of the truck bed. Something feels off, and I'd rather part company with them before anything else goes wrong. If something bad happened, they might be looking to get rid of a witness, I figured."

"So I hop out of the back of the truck and tell Gale thanks. He mutters something, then guns it out onto the road, and soon, the only thing I can make out is his taillights. I was still figuring out what I was going to do next when I heard it. Breaks squealing and tires screaming across the pavement, trying to stop fast. Then, that crashing sound, twisting, popping, tearing metal that makes you sick to your stomach."

I know exactly what he's describing. Been witness to too many accidents to get those sounds out of my head.

"Gale, he'd hit something else, and whatever it was, it was way bigger than a deer. I take off in a dead sprint towards the truck—at least as fast as I can run, thanks to my bionic leg. They're a good two or three miles down the road, but I'm fairly close when, all of a sudden, I'm not running on the road anymore—I'm off the ground. Feet dangling ten fuckin' feet above the pavement."

"I can't remember a whole lot after that, just the explosion when the truck's fuel tank blew. Whatever had me, some kind of huge bird, maybe some guy in a glider or something? dropped me onto the road, maybe 50 yards past the truck. That's when my pants got ripped. I don't know where all that blood came from. I'm sorry. I don't remember everything that happened tonight. Might have hit my head when that thing dropped me."

Peeta's brows knit together as his relay of the events comes to an end. "Chief Abernathy, can I ask you something? That officer I talked to earlier, Leeg? She wouldn't tell me what Gale hit with his truck when I was with them. I don't...I don't think it was a deer. It's driving me crazy. He drove off so fast, I can't help wondering if he hit someone with the truck."

I fold my arms on the tabletop and sigh. No reason to lie. the kid figured it out on his own. "Between me and you, we found a young woman in the location you described to us."

The color drains from his face. "Was she okay?" he asked.

There's a note of hope in his voice I hated to dash. "Nah, kid. She's dead."

His eyes glaze over, and he slumps backward as the reality hits him. "Hers is a sad story," I admit. "Second, hell, make that the third tragedy to happen in that family. The girl's parents died in a house fire. The oldest daughter was asleep in bed at the time. Fire didn't kill her but left burns across her whole body. Lost her mind. The county sent her somewhere for mental treatment---girl claimed she was some sort of mythological bird. Like a phoenix, but that's not what she called it. Happened a dozen or so odd years ago."

"A Mockingjay," Peeta said, turning to face the two-way mirror in the room. "I read something about her somewhere," he added casually.

I snap my fingers. "Yeah, that was it. Mockingjay. The girl disappeared from the facility one day. Katniss Everdeen. The young lady who died tonight was her sister Prim. You wonder how much a person can take without breaking all that death and pain. I don't know what Katniss would do if she found out about her sister's death on top of everything else."

"Maybe she already knows," Peeta says, his leg beginning to shake again. "Uh, confession time, I guess."

He waves his hands. "Not about anything tonight. I was at the facility with her, with Katniss. We kind of had a thing, I don't know. I left right after she disappeared. I didn't go home. I guess I've sort of been wandering around the area, looking for her since."

"Really. Odd that you weren't in our system, then."

Peeta rolled his eyes. "It was a physical rehab place, not drug detox. We weren't criminals. What happened to Gale and his brothers?"

I shake my head. "Gale's in the morgue. One brother with him. One in intensive care."

"Shit," he murmurs, rubbing his eyes. "Christ. Hey, am I free to go?"

I stand. "Free as the wind. Just let us know before you head out of town. Do you have somewhere to go tonight, kid?"

Peeta nods. "Yeah, I think so."

When he stands I pat him on the shoulder. "Thanks again. I'll see if we have something else you can wear."

Within a half hour or so, we had Peeta on his way. I don't know where he planned to go, but I never saw him again after that. It was almost like he'd been plucked off the ground by whatever that thing was and put somewhere safe.

#endlessnightlock writes #this got a little weird but it's not gory #non-specific injuries #everlark fanfiction #modern a/u #horror a/u

[notf1obsessed]

wrapped round my finger: Charles Leclerc x Carlos Sainz (AU!)

Carlos and Charles are both automotive designers who are big names in the car industry, having worked with many companies before. They have both set aside their past, but what happens when they're forced to work together?

Chapter 1: disrupt my life (again)

"It's wonderful to have you with us Mr.Leclerc," Vettel shakes his hand in greeting, "Im sure you'll make a wonderful addition to the team."

Charles shook his hand in response, smile on his face. After many hours spent working, he'd finally made it. He'd finally been able to join Ferrari in designing their new car model. This was a lifetime goal of his; working with Ferrari. This was the moment he'd worked up his whole life for, he knew it.

They were standing in the Ferrari HQ in Maranello, right in front of the meeting room.  If you had told younger Charles he'd be standing here, he'd be laughing in your face. But now, Charles's fantasy was very much a reality.

"Right, you and one other will be our head of this project," Vettel continued, "Come with me so I can introduce you to them."

Vettel pushed open the doors to the meeting room, holding it open for Charles to enter.

His smile was immediately wiped off his face.

"This is-"

"Carlos," Charles interrupted him before he can continue.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow in response taking a seat in front, "I see you have met before."

"Yes something like that," Carlos joins in, smile on his face. He was at on the opposite end of the table, hands clasped together and bent forward.

Charles felt bitterness boil in him, trying hard to keep his doll face on.

He would rather be anywhere in the world than with Sainz right now.

"Well then no need for introductions I see," Vettel now continued, expression much more relaxed, "We can get straight to the point."

Charles took a seat on the table opposite Carlos, eyes glued to Vettel. He turned over his papers as he spoke, dimming his voice which was quite quiet.

Not much help to Charles. Words entered through one ear and exited through the other, though he did manage to pick up some points. It was hard to stay focused with Sainz in front of him.

He could feel Carlos's eyes pierce through him.

Seb went through the points of them having to work on the main design, nothing much besides the clauses and contracts. Though Charles payed particular attention to when Seb mentioned they would have to work together.

Together.

He dwells about that point for a short time before refocusing. He can't throw away his opportunity at Ferrari just for some guy who didn't even earn it.

He can't.

The meeting ends quite quickly, Seb simply explaining the days they will work on the design. Charles shakes Seb's hand, walking through the door afterwards. His excitement is very much bursting through him, the goal of his life finally achieved.

"Long time no see, mi amigo," A familiar voice calls from behind.

His excitement is damped rather quickly, stopping slightly before continuing to walk towards the exit.

"You too," he responded, voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't turn to face Carlos, eyes on the glass doors in front.

Sainz picked up his pace slightly, meeting level with Charles (a few centimeters taller).

"Haven't seen you around since you moved away from town," he countinued.

The mention of his past town made Charles freeze abruptly. He left all his memories there and didn't want them to return. Though, with the arrival of Carlos, 2/3 of them already had.

"Yeah well work's been busy," he responded blandly, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. He raises his wrist to look at his watch, trying to find an excuse to leave.

Carlos didn't speak for a minute, hands ruffling to fix his black suit.

"I have lunch with some of my friends so I better not keep them waiting," he lied through his teeth, eyes now lifting from his watch, still not daring to face Carlos.

"Well, see you on Monday," Carlos responded, his face indicating that he knew Charles was lying. The uncomfortable silence stretched for what seemed like hours before they finally reached the doors.

Charles didn't repsond, instead walking towards his Mercedes. He opened the door to throw himself on the seat.

He buried his face in his hands, groaning loudly.

That idiotic Carlos with his idiot smile his idiot hair his idiot suit his idiot-

He lent back on the seat's headrest, slowly opening his eyes to see Carlos smiling smugly through the window.

He wanted to rip that smile off his face so badly.

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Charles arrived in his Mercedes on Monday, confidence spilling over. He adjusted it quickly, taking the sunglasses off his face as he entered the building and shoving them into his shirt. His hair was ruffled, not very messy though. He's planning on making a good impression, and he isn't going to allow a shitty Carlos interfere. His eyes navigate the place, looking for any sign of someone who will lead him to the designers. His trip isn't long lasting as he sees a person approaching him.

He seemed quite old, probably in his early 40's. He wore a Ferrari employee fit, his hair combed neatly to one side (probably using a lot of gel in the process considering how his hair glistened under the light).

"You must be Mr.Leclerc?" the man asks, eyes glued to a clipboard in front of him.

Charles nods, not sure the man saw him, so he replies as well, "Yes."

The man nods into his papers, finally taking his eyes off to look at Charles, "Right this way then."

The man leads him to a fairly sized room, not a lot of people crowded inside. Charles stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, not sure what to do. What doesn't help is that the man immediately abandons him afterwards. The people in the room, chattering amongst themselves, turn to face him. He freezes on the spot, not sure of how to take this forwards. And while he had worked on large projects before, this one was Ferrari, and the nerves seemed to kick in quite quickly.

He was brought out if his trance by a tap on his shoulder. A voice leaned into his ear, hot breath on his cheek sending shudders down his spine, "Leave it to me, Charlie."

He hadn't heard that nickname in a very long time, and there were only very few people who called him that. Specifically the one standing next to him, hand still on shoulder.

Carlos.

Carlos's hand left his shoulder, making his way to the front of the room. Charles stayed frozen to the spot, watching as Carlos talked. He wasn't listening for the majority of the time, words becoming noises to him. He wasn't sure when Carlos's little speech ended, but he was snapped out by Carlos walking towards him.

He leaned in closer to him this time, lips millimeters away from Charles's cheek.

"No wonder you always froze in class."

Charles hated what he was doing, pulling out pieces from the past to remind him with. He had already buried his past deep, and was not planning on reviving it.

But Carlos had other plans.

The next day of him working, Charles decided he was not going to let Carlos's reminders of his past affect him from doing his best. So he made sure that before Carlos was to go and give another one of his 'little speeches' that he was going to actually inform him what the fuck he was doing. So that's exactly what he did, trying to avoid his remarks and focus on getting to the point.

"What was your little presentation even about yesterday," Charles grabs hold of his arm, wishing slightly he hadn't. His muscles were tense, veins tracing his skin.

Carlos turns around to face him, same smug face that he always has. Charles hated that smug expression that he had, like he was the one who hung the stars. Like he was the one who brought life to earth. Like he was the centre of the universe.

"I see Mr.Leclerc wasn't really paying attention to the speech, am I really that handsome and distracting," he snarkily replies.

Charles rolls his eyes at him, "and maybe Mr.Sainz wasn't planned out enough to tell his partner what he was actually doing."

"Fine fine, it was simple points about the car's design, someone in here should have the points printed out," he said, eyes tracing as they lit up when someone waved a stack of papers in hand. He went to grab them before shoving them in Leclerc's face.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered taking the papers out of his face, "no need to be aggressive Sainz." He looked through them, they were quite short considering the time Carlos had taken to go through them.

"Since you did all the simple, baby stuff, let's get going with the real shit, shall we?"

Carlos rolled his eyes at him before going to take a seat, paper and pencil in front of him, "If you insist on being so wise, how about you begin the designs."

Charles smiled sarcastically, hand going to grab the pencil from Carlos's hand. Carlos's hands held a slightly longer than expected grip on the pencil before letting go, letting Charles take it out of his hand.

Charles leaned in to the paper, finding an angle for him to work at, pencil lightly waving over the sheet. His brows furrowed and he stuck out his tongue in concentration, taking slow steps in drawing details to the car.

Carlos thought he looked ridiculous like this, but it wasn't unusual to him.

He's seen Charles like this a million times before.

Charles sketched out a very light base of the car, only drawing the rough shape. It was the outline of a convertible, its shape curved inwards giving it a sharp front.

"What do you think," he dropped his pencil from his hand and leaned back into his chair, proud with the sketch he'd made.

Carlos did the opposite by leaning in closer to get a better look of it. His lips folded back into his mouth, dissatisfied with some details.

Read: a lot of it.

He picked up the pencil, fingers holding a firm grip. He flipped the pencil to the erasing side, taking out large chunks from the car. He then went back in to give it a more outwards curved shape, this time closing the sunroof with his detailing.

"Much better"

Charles shot him a look, picking up the pencil and re erasing the shape, restoring his once more. It gave the paper a slight wrinkle, but Charles didn't pay attention to it.

Carlos smiled sarcastically in response, snatching the pencil out of Charles's hand and once again erasing the shape. He roughly restored the shape, giving the paper an uneven look.

Charles shot him a menacing look, aggressively snapping the pencil out of his hands, once again restoring the shape. This time, the paper was severely distorted.

"Better."

It seemed like Carlos wasn't going to win this time.

Not like this.

So instead, he shot daggers through his eyes before smiling.

"Whatever you say, Charlie."

Charles ignored his remark, eyes darting to the silver clock hung on the wall.

"Oh would you look at that, it's time for my lunch," he responded, getting up from his chair, "See you in the cafeteria, Carlito."

He decided if Carlos was going to have some fun, so would he.

He turned around before exiting the door, his smile fumbling slightly.

Carlos's expression wasn't his usual one. It was a mixture of softness and hurt at the same time. Like a piece of him had been brought back, but cutting him in the process. Like going through a photo album and getting a paper cut.

Like his hope had been shattered and restored at the same time.

Charles didn't waste anymore time analyzing Carlos's expressions, instead darting his way towards the cafeteria.

He wasn't going to let Carlos's emotions interfere with him.

Not again.

#carlos sainz #charles leclerc #f1 #charlos #1655 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #ao3 #alternate universe #ferrari

[oceanofsinners]

Yan mental hospital patient x their sweet, oblivious therapist<3

[mdni, or do, i really couldn’t care less i’m not your parents. uhhh tw/cw for: violence, attempted murder i guess?? one small suggestive comment i had to add lmao, manipulation, general yandere stuff y'know? lmk if i should add anything else. also first post omg??]

Dakota was tired of the plain white walls, the doors with locks from the outside only, and the constant surveillance and prying eyes of the place he grew to see as his “home” because of his very frequent visits.

He constantly went to the mental institution, leaving for only a few days before coming back.

Younger kids and visitors looked up to him, and he enjoyed their company, despite not understanding why they did. He let them touch his scars and braid his hair. He was an excellent role model, despite it all.

Dakota found the schedule of getting up, getting vitals checked, going to breakfast, doing group therapy and so on annoying, as anyone would.

Some days, he lays in bed — till a security guard comes and drags him out — wondering, “how the hell is this boring, horrible, stuffy place supposed to fix people?”

He never understood. And he doubted that he ever would. Till you came. Then, it seemed, like all his old problems solved themselves and fresh problems arose. [including the one in his pants.]

He's been through multiple therapists, older and younger, brand new and those who've been here for years. None can help him. Instead, he just lies till he's released. And then comes back within days. [always having to be restrained by multiple cops, coming back kicking and screaming that he's going to kill himself and everyone else.]

However, as soon as he saw you, his day brightened immediately. Other staff members were reasonably shocked that the gloomy, mean, depressed, easily upset, violent Dakota seemed...happy for once.

Except, you're not his therapist. He's pissed. Of course he is, you're the first person he's ever liked in this stupid fucking place! [don't mention the fact the two of you haven't even met.]

With a little asking [blackmailing.] around, he learns who's your patient. His name being Quinn, it's around 3 pm, around the time where everyone's free to do whatever, and just before therapy starts. Perfect!

He walks up to the guy who's your patient, swiping a pencil off the kids' table. [none of which protest, knowing by now that it's best they don't.]

Dakota taps Quinn on the shoulder, making the shorter guy turn around, his mouth open to say something, before a sharp scream escapes instead.

Dakota has a crooked grin on his face as he forces the pencil further into the guys eye socket, yanking it out as Quinn drops to the floor, and he stabs the — now broken — pencil into his throat, just a couple inches from his artery.

Quinn chokes on his own blood, while security guards force Dakota off the smaller boy, forcing him to solitary confinement. Dakota laughs as they pull him away, while nurses do their best to keep Quinn alive.

“Stupid fucking homicidal maniac.” One guard growls as they shove Dakota into his cell, while Dakota grins the entire time, uncaring of what the others say.

A couple hours pass, and Dakota once again grows bored and weary of the bleak walls, the uncomfortable bed, and the never-ending silence.

Eventually, the door opens. He's laying on his bed, looking up at the plain white, boring ceiling. He doesn't cast a look at the intruder, and couldn't care less who they are.

“Your name's Dakota, right?” Dakota flinches at the sound of your voice. His head snaps over towards you, where you stand in the doorway, and he can see one of the guards watching carefully.

You step further into the room, accessing the room with a frown. You seem to be just as upset as Dakota with the way the room looks.

“I saw what you did to Quinn — my patient —, and I asked if I could become your therapist instead. They agreed, of course. Which is why I’m here.” Dakota’s distracted by just how sweet you sound, and the kind smile on your face despite it all.

He has a hard time wrapping his head around it. You saw him attempt to kill someone, and yet, you're being kind to him? It doesn't make sense. You don't make sense.

You sit down opposite of him on the bed, and begin asking the normal questions. Instead of lying like he normally would, he actually tells the truth. It shocks both you and him.

“What do you go by?” “He/him.”

“Why are you here currently?” “I tried to kill myself and a friend.”

“Do you feel regret for what you did?” “No.”

The questioning goes on for hours, and the two of you talk for hours, far longer then your supposed to. Therapy ended a long time ago.

No, now it's more like a chat between you two, the way you two connect is like two pieces of a puzzle.

You glance up at the clock, eyes widening when you notice the time. You apologize for having to leave so abruptly, and Dakota frowns in response.

[silly, silly you, thinking you could leave him so easily? as if.]

Dakota grabs your hand, tearing up as you glance down at him. “Ple-Please, don't leave, I—I...I’m afraid of being alone...pl-please...” He closes his eyes, swallowing thickly.

You pause, taking pity on him as you sigh, nodding as you sit down on the creaky bed once again.

He lays his head on your chest, making you tense up as you slowly put your arm around his shoulders.

“Y’know, we really shouldn't be doing this. Isn't this going against some law?” You mumble against his ear, and he shrugs.

“I—I don't know...Y-You don't have to stay.” Dakota’s voice trembles, tears sliding down his cheeks as he squeezes his eyes shut, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You bite your lip, glancing at the door, he was right. You could leave. But your job is to make him better, leaving him would only make it worse...right? You shake your head.

“No, it's fine, I’ll stay. But I have to leave early in the morning, kay, Dakota?” You glance down at him, your eyes meeting bright green ones. He nods, smiling against your skin.

“That’s okay! Just, don't leave yet, please?” You nod once again, and the two of you talk while you slowly nod off. Eventually you lay down, him still laying against your chest.

You fall asleep with the red haired boy laying on your chest, a sick, crooked grin on his face. He moves out of your grip, straddling your hips.

He plays with your hair as he watches you sleep, oh so peacefully, by the side of an attempted murderer. It's almost insane how you fell asleep, knowing he was by your side and you two were alone.

He leans down, his chapped and bloody lips meeting yours, it's delicate, barely even a kiss.

He giggles giddily, pulling out your phone and rolling to your side, head on your chest and phone in hand as he goes through it.

He deletes anyone in your contacts who may threaten your relationship, takes photos of you two, amongst other things.

Slowly, his eyes grow heavy, and he stuffs your phone back into your pocket, closing his eyes as he curls around you possessively.

The two of you sleep like that til someone comes in the morning, and sees you and him curled up, the thin blanket thrown on the floor by Dakota so when it got cold you'd curl around him.

Dakota’s eyes are already open by the time the nurse walks in, giving her the middle finger and that crooked grin on his face while her eyes widen, and she slowly walks out, closing the door.

You're completely unaware of the monster you're supporting, and it's going to stay that way, whether you like it or not.

#┆︴YOUR HOST ٭ NICO #yandere #x reader #oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #first post #oc

[cerezaumbran]

Halloween Party

Vinnie hacker x Famous Male Reader

Warnings ⚠️: teasing

Genre: fluff with some slight smut, nothing super bad tho

Summary: You got invited to the biggest celebrity Halloween party, seeing as are you are famous singer/songwriter. All the biggest singers, artists, models, actors, etc are there, and you know who. You were asked to preform your new song fetish (just pretend it's ur song okay) since it has been charting number 1 for the past month.

You have been scrolling through many sites, You haven't found a single costume you liked. Exhausted from scrolling, you open snapchat to find vinnie has sent you a snap saying:

U replied back with a pic of yourself saying yeah u were. Vinnie calms he's straight, but he has been sending you very fruity snaps. One time, he sent you a snap saying

And

You don't know why straight guys act like this, they just do. Then boom, an idea hits you. You like vinnie, but you weren't sure if he was really genuine by his snaps or if he was joking. You've decided to be a sexy cheerleader and tease him at the party, plus it will go with your song. (Something like this)

(But ur wearing it). You order it, and it gets here on the day of the party. You finish getting ready and put the costume on. Looking in the mirror, you realize that with this costume, you're gonna have a lot of celebrities falling for you. You brush it off thinking that you're overreacting and grab your phone and your keys, and head to the party. You arrive at the and give your keys to the valet, you walk in and see the amazing decorations that must have taken hours to put up. All of your favorite artists, musicians, and actors were here. It took you a while to find your way around, but soon enough, you got the layout of this place. You met up with the host of the party and talked about when you're gonna perform. You were a bit nervous about going on stage and performing in front of your favorite people on the internet, but you performed at the half time show for the super bowl and that had like what 100 million people watching. An hour passes by, and you haven't seen vinnie anywhere, but many of the artists were falling for you and asking you to dance because of your costume. The host comes and tells you it's time to perform your song. " Hello, my friends, are you having a good time!" *everybody screams* "I'm glad that you're having fun and now the moment you've been waiting for the special guest.... Y/N L/N!!!" the host yells. You walk out on stage, and everyone cheers and ohs because of your costume. "Uh hey everyone, I'm y/n l/n, as u know, and I will be performing my new song fetish" you say, walking back and the music starting.

As you perform the song, you walk around the stage, feeling yourself get down and everything. Then you see vinnie in the crowd dancing with a drink in his hand, 'he's drunk already damn' you thought to yourself. Then you remembered your plan, and you started looking at him intensely, staring him down till he notices. You move your hand in a swaying motion to indicate the crowd to split into the group. Vinnie being drunk, he stays in the middle of the row, and you walk towards him. You walk up to him and use your index and middle fingers to walk up his body to his chin, where you lift it up to meet your eyes.

"You got a fetish for my love, I push you out, and you come right . you sing, leaning in. You grab his chin and close your eyes, and go in for a kiss. He does the same, and as he leans in, you pull back and turn around, walking back to the stage, looking back at him over your shoulder. He watches you in astonishment as you walk up on the stage and finish your song. You look down at the crowd, and everyone is cheering and yelling for you. I walk off the stage, and the host comes back on "hey hey hey how did everyone like that song?" *everybody screams* "I think we can all agree that... was.... AMAZING!!" the host yells. "Let's get another applause for y/n l/n, WOOOO!!"

You come out of the backstage door and find vinnie standing there looking at you "Oh hey vinnie, I love your costume" you say "t-thank you, umm you wanna maybe *hiccup* get out of here and go back to my place?"

"Umm, okay, I suppose"

You both walked out and had the valet bring out your car since vinnie came with his friends. We go to his house and go to his room. "Your room is bigger than I thought," you told him, looking around. "Yeah"

"Sooo we're here now"

"Yeah, ummm, I was wondering if you wanna go out with me?"

"I can't tell if this is you talking or the alcohol"

"It's me, the alcohol wore off some on the way over here, sooo will you?"

"Hmmm, let me think about it." You got up and walked to him and stared at him. He began to turn red as you stared at him, wondering what you were gonna say. "Close your eyes" you told him

"W-what"

"Close your eyes"

Umm, okay. " he shuts his eyes, and you lean in and give him a kiss. He opens his eyes and stares at you "yes I would like that very much," you say, putting your around arms around his neck. He lifts you by the hips and twirls you around laughing. He puts you down and leans in for another kiss. You accept the kiss, and you both stand there for a while, just kissing. "Vinnie, I'm getting tired," you say, pulling back. "Can we go to sleep, please?" You add "yeah let's go to sleep," he replied. You both lay down on his bed and cuddle up to each other, and fall asleep, happy that you finally got vinnie as your boyfriend.

#male reader #vinnie hacker x male reader #tiktoker #gay men #gay #lgbtq #halloween #party #vinnie hacker

[2willowlane]

i've been posting silly crack fanfiction on ao3 lately, and i decided to just upload this on my tumblr. it's inspired off of interstellartoaster's kalampokiphobia: fear of corn, and the mods harvey's irrational apple hatred and harvey hates apples.

fantastic works; mind you.

gender neutral reader, sfw; not really focused on romance, as it is just absurdity

tallying his profit, of which was a big fat zero, harvey sighed; pushing up his glasses. it's been a rather long week for him, considering no one wants to buy those energy tonic muscle whatever medication that he supplies. the only time that anyone has ever purchased such a redundant item from him, was whenever they misclick- accidentally bought it; and then just sold it again. the only way that he'll ever make a good buck out of his pharmaceutical care was if he just eradicated the valley's food supply... of which, did sound tempting, but harvey loves his pickles too much to give them up.

there haven't been any appointments placed recently, so he was having a hard time trying to keep up with the expenses. right now, he could so go for a bottle of fine wine... maybe it's because he's spending too much of his expenses on plane models, rather than actually trying to keep up with all of the financial records, like an actual adult should. huh, what a foreign concept. well, he's just going to go continue complaining about his money situation, until further notice.

with the door opening, he had to them correct his shrimp posture, as he then greeted you, the almost superhuman farmer, into the clinic. normally, you just like to go behind the counter and access rooms that are off-limits to regular patients, but there was something about your gumption that made you so lovable. even if you do tend to barge into private examinations, there was something that made you feel so rebellious; that harvey couldn't help but swoon over you! also, he's a pathetic beanpole of a man, so he'll probably get pummeled into the ground by your combat prowess if he ever rejects your blatant non-filtered view of what "personal space" meant.

you were about to get some items turned into the community center; as you were carrying a basket full of assorted goods (they ranged from something simple to five highly-graded melons, a still-flopping ghostfish, and poisonous mushrooms). oh well, with the poisonous mushrooms, those are harvey's choice of decoration during the autumn seasons; so, the doctor felt rather seen whenever he saw those clumped together. he grimaced at the fish, however. other than that, he was glad to see a good friend pop in now and then; he needed something to spice up his days, and he can always expect you at around 9am, or somehow always being in the places he's trying to go to... coincidence?

normally, you'd stop on buy and get him a coffee. either you've brewed it yourself, or stopped by gus', it was coffee. you wonder how many mugs harvey has, considering you also gift him a free cup alongside the sweet, sweet ground bean liquid. it really wasn't the healthiest thing to drink due to the sugar and caffeine levels, and you were pretty worried for the guy who has been through years and years of intensive schooling to know better about those dietary concerns. you assume he probably only has a cup twice a week, considering you have some type of intergalactic force keeping you from extending that quota.

you had some apples somewhere on your person, and it was probably the only thing he'd like; you'd figure. after all, they're just funky little guys. who doesn't like a good, crisp apple? even though they're supposed to be for the community center, you can always just get one later. you'd give harvey something else, but you decided that he deserved better than just countless upon countless liters of his favourite brew. you knew harvey appreciated a good foraged, natural good—especially with someone locally grown on your acres. fishing out an apple out of your pockets, you then present it to him.

"... i think i may be allergic to this."

as harvey looked like a sad shih tzu puppy, looking off to the side, your heart sank. he was allergic to apples? at first, you really wanted to make fun of him. he seemed like the type of person who'd be allergic to peanut butter, and be the kid that doesn't allow their classmates to bring in anything homemade due to those medical reasons. holding the red delicious apple in your hands, rotating it around in your palm, you decided to test that theory.

"may?" you inquiried, and with a look of horror, harvey began to shudder. yes, he's an anxious man at heart, but due to various interesting cases at the clinic, he's grown insensitive to many things. plus, he's in front of the one and only farmer(tm), and his crush. god, what an embarrassment he is. he didn't want to talk about his irrational hatred for apples; those disgusting overblown flower ovaries called "fruit" just sicken him to death, not to mention that the apples were the first to hate HIM—it wasn't his fault that his body rejects them!

"yes, yes! just- just get it away from me!"

"i don't believe you..."

and that's where you've learnt that the phrase "an apple a day keep the doctor away" was right.

#💙 #sorry guys #had to #crackfic #crack #crack taken seriously #crack treated seriously #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #harvey stardew valley #harvey x reader #harvey x gender neutral reader #harvey stv #harvey sdv #harvey sdv x reader #harvey x player #gender neutral reader #gender neutral player

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

LITA Ep 3 Rewatch Thoughts

Hi friends! Here we are at ep 3, and these posts are getting longer by the episode so grab a lil snack and some water if you want <3 I had to make a part 2 because the number of images got to be too many (linked here and below)

The opening continues to slap (plus I think I've listened to it enough times I think I can sing along with the chorus despite not knowing more than 8 Thai words)

Recap spanks hehe

Opening the episode up strong with this beauty (am I talking about the bike or Phayu in the folded coverall? clearly it's both)

SCHEMING CUTIE ALERT!!! That's the Sky-is-my-new-favorite-person smile <3

I'm dyingggg - Phayu says "I'm still waiting Rain" but bro, it's only been like 10 hours since the declaration of love-war, please calm down

Oops I realized I haven't been mentioning the episode titles - this one is so cute! 'I like Rain, and I'm not talking about the weather" but tbf this should have been episode 1's title

Live footage of me crying over my schedule as a grad student:

Dang, Sky has got a good poker face

Also Rain and I are equally dumb (I'm including myself here bc if I didn't already know Prapai and Sky were going to have a storyline I probably wouldn't have assumed he liked guys right off the bat) - Sky didn't even flinch when Rain writes down his mission to court Phayu (a guy) and immediately writes down the first tactic. WHICH incidentally is "show up in front of him every day". It's pretty full-circle that Prapai uses this same tactic to woo Sky later on, isn't it? (I also didn't notice that until right now so wow these rewatch posts are helping my analysis skills lmao)

Look at my determined son!! He's gonna get his mans!! (Sky's looking a little skeptical tho)

Ah Sig my beloved other son who has a single braincell bouncing around in his head like a DVD player screensaver

The Rain-at-the-garage montage contains so many cute shots but this would get too long if I put every single one in, so let's focus on the first meeting with the brothers-in-law (P'Saifah and Rain). How much must Phayu have described Rain for P'Saifah to instantly know who he is on sight? Also P'Saifah probably reported back to Phayu immediately and I'm kinda sad we don't get to see that convo.

I didn't catch this until now but they also foreshadowed Rain missing a deadline in the next scene. Sky tells Rain to finish his work but as soon as Phayu texts him, Rain runs out of the room without having done anything.

Listen, I love P'Aon and his matchmaking skills ok??

Look at Rain, he's trying so hard to be polite with the P'Phayu and the khrap - what a good boy! It's taking everything in him tho lmaooo

The conversation that comes right after this between P'Saifah and Rain is pretty interesting. I love how the narrative keeps trying to tell us that Phayu is some sort of dangerous fellow when all he's done is be a model student and mechanic and teach college freshmen good manners. Could he maybe learn a little something about physical boundaries? Perhaps, but maybe it's just how kind-looking Boss is, but I never got any sense of danger from Phayu, and esp not towards Rain. Rain's reaction to hearing presumably about Phayu's past relationships is quite on-point, and really cements the stubborn and determined attitude he takes towards getting Phayu to like him. It's how we as the audience know he's gonna be successful.

Next up, Phayu arrives in all his fashionably-late glory. This part has me smirking every time because he walks in all suave and stuff but approximately 7 seconds into Rain's pouting he immediately drops all pretenses and becomes so squishy and soft

I LOVE this exchange between them - again, we are getting a full picture of their early relationship dynamics. Phayu has expectations that Rain's gonna be different, and Rain's telling him he's gonna meet those expectations, and Phayu's satisfied "ah just as I thought" face makes an appearance.

I absolutely adore this expression on Rain/Noeul - it's so subtle but powerful

Yay dinner date!! Phayu is taking so many mental notes right here (also pls note this is the same face Rain is making right above)

Phayu is way too good at pressing Rain's buttons omg - he really got Rain to do this with like a single sentence of teasing (tbf Rain is pretty impulsive tho so I'm not surprised)

The poor serviceperson was like pls let me go

Phayu goes through this episode looking wayyy too satisfied imo

But Rain actually does have nice manners - he gave Phayu the utensils and bowl first and does say thank you

This smile should be illegal actually bc it is stealing my heart and soul

And we get another instance of Phayu being very not immune to Rain's pout (this time he doesn't even get to pout for 3 whole seconds before concerned Phayu is feeding him and patting his mouth with a napkin)

We get some more foreshadowing that Rain is going to miss a deadline

ok THIS. These small gestures that Phayu does for Rain have me swooning just as much as their intimate scenes. Something about that sentence is grammatically incorrect but you get my point, right? They could have easily not included them (and idk if these were even scripted) but they make the relationship that much sweeter and believable.

Slightly off-screen headpat alert!!

AND WE GET IT IN POV SHOT TOO

Live footage of us whenever PhayuRain do anything:

Get you someone who looks at you the way Sig looks at his writing utensil (Have I mentioned I adore him yet?)

Also wait he's not wrong!!!

We get Rain's voice jumping like 10 octaves this time lmao (the increase is proportional to how much he loves Phayu obvs)

Look at our smart boy!! He's won design awards, y'know

Phayu you are not allowed to bully P'Aon like this - he's literally on your side??

Rain: I don't want to see Phayu

Also Rain: ignores Ple, the teachers, his friends, his homework to run to the garage to give Phayu snacks

Part 2 here (y'all we're literally only halfway through the episode omg)

#love in the air #lita #lita the series #phayurain #bossnoeul #boss chaikamon #noeul lee #noeul nuttarat #prapaisky #lita rewatch thoughts

[subway-tolkien]

Regarding Izzy's role in Ed's life, whether he was a father figure, mentor, jilted lover, whatever, this popped into my head and I'm just going to throw it out there for whoever wants some Izzy+Ed character study.

Season 2 spoilers, obviously. 2nd person, Ed POV. Not really a fic, more like meta-as-prose. I don't know, I just woke up and I'm hungry, leave me alone.

Listen, you're a traumatized teenager, you've just killed your dad, you've never had a positive male role model in your life, and you're on a pirate ship at the mercy of a vicious captain who might as well be your fuckin' dad all over again. You're questioning your life choices and maybe sometimes the churning sea below seems more inviting than it should.

Then one of the other crewmen, a gruff little guy with 2x4s on both shoulders, maybe he sees you struggling, maybe he sees your potential, maybe he sees you as someone easily manipulated—maybe all three. He finds you sniveling and bleeding in the hold after your nth whipping of the week, but instead of laughing and spitting on you like the other crew, he sits down wordlessly and hands you a hunk of bread and a flagon of pisswater ale.

You're a fuckin' idiot, he says. Mouthin' off to people like that's gonna get you killed.

Maybe if they weren't all fuckin' dickheads, you mutter. I'm gonna kill 'em all someday. You don't, not really, you don't want to kill anyone, but you're angry and scared and that's what comes out of your mouth. You hope you haven't just signed your own death warrant by threatening what amounts to mutiny.

Fortunately, your new companion laughs.

Guess I've got to toughen you up, he muses. If you're gonna live long enough.

He takes you under his wing, brings you scraps of food and shows you how to use a sword. He teaches you how to mask your pain, how to ignore it. He teaches you the value of ruthlessness, the importance of a reputation. He's your best friend. He's the father you never had. He's handsome and brave and everything you want to be. You're a little bit in love with him but you don't understand what it means, so you push it aside and focus on staying alive.

Over time, he turns you into a passable pirate, then a good one. At some point your own instincts kick in and it turns out you're not just a good pirate, you're the best, you're a natural, and eventually you're in command of your own ship. Of course, you bring on your mentor as your first mate. You owe him that much, and you're nothing without him by your side.

The glory days are beautiful.

As time goes on, that mentor relationship shifts and changes into something darker, something a little twisted. You can sense that something's changed for him, maybe for you, too. When you find out what it is—sexual attraction, romantic attachment, whatever form it takes—you're curious, admittedly, but your daddy issues, while pretty fuckin' bad, keep you from taking that final step. Maybe you do harbor some attraction, you do love him in your own way, but not the way he wants. Maybe you try, a drunken night here and there, but it's not what you want. You don't know what you want.

You dodge his advances, you change the subject, you fill your time together with plans and strategies so there's no space for the monster between you. You keep breaking his heart because you don't know how to have that kind of relationship with someone who effectively raised you the way your dad never did.

The chasm between you cracks and starts to widen.

Decades later, you're middle-aged, your mentor—though he's not really that anymore, is he? Your relationship has mutated into something almost unrecognizable—is stuck in a rut, happy to be behind the door you're throwing your whole body against to open. Where he once led you to freedom, he's now the keeper of your cage. Everything is gray, gray, gray. The days are long. The sea looks too inviting again.

Then, one day, you hear of a new pirate on the scene, who turns out to be a fascinating, silly, wonderful creature, and you fall in love for the first time. It's VERY different from the love you have for your former mentor, and he knows that. He hates it. Maybe he thought you were just incapable of giving him what he wanted, but turns out you are capable, it's him that's the problem. You've broken his heart again. You're changing, for the better, which takes you further and further away from him.

Then your heart gets broken, and he takes the opportunity to drag you back to his side, except the gray, gray, gray is now black, a void of pain and loneliness you can't fill, you'll never fill. He thinks he'll be enough. He is not. Pain gives rise to the darkest parts of yourself you hoped were long dead and you make the world regret the day you let yourself be hurt. You do the hurting, in the hopes it makes the pain stop.

Spoiler: It doesn't.

And then a bunch of weird shit happens, you kind of die a little bit, and there's mermaids and lesbians and drag queens, it's a whole thing. You claw your way back to sanity and the love of your life, while your former mentor finds himself and his capacity to love in a way he never really understood. You are learning who you are apart from each other and this machine you've built together. You learn to be softer, he learns that being softer is not a character flaw or a weakness. He learns how love is strength. You learn how to trust other people. It's a process, but you're getting there.

The chasm between you remains, but on either side are the beginnings of a bridge.

He said, in the beginning, he wouldn't die for you, except he sort of does, in the end. As he sends you off with his last breaths, he tells you to be yourself, to let yourself be loved. He got you this far, kept you alive long enough to find your place, the right hand to hold, the family you've been searching for since the last time you saw your mother. He didn't know that's what he was doing the whole time, but it was. He didn't know that was how he loved you. You didn't, either.

He dies in your arms, just as you've finally figured out how to love each other the right way. Not as mentor/mentee, father/son, lover to lover, but a secret other thing. Something uniquely yours, too real to define. You never did find your balance in life, but you find it now, your hands covered in blood as his big, stupid heart stops beating.

You lay him to rest in sight of the sea he loved so much, where you can visit and tell him about your days, the fun things you've done, the new life you've built for yourself. There's an even greater divide between you now, life and death, yet somehow you've never been closer. The two of you, a pair of lonely wooden puppets suddenly become real.

You miss him like a limb—and isn't that fuckin' hilarious?

There are nights you can't sleep and you find yourself standing at the window watching storms roll in, the lights of passing ships. You can hear something on the horizon, something in the way the water whispers to the sand as it kisses the shore. A message just for you, not in a bottle but carried by the wind.

You're still a fuckin' idiot.

You smile.

"Love you too, man," you say, an you go back to the life he never meant to give you. The life you wouldn't have without him.

#ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #ed teach #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers

[ss-trashboat]

hey pals, i haven't shared creative stuff in a little bit so lemme throw you a little snippet of a kyle x reader (ofc) fic i worked on tonight, cause it's cute and i really like it ~

Absentmindedly scrolling through the sea of images on your screen, you weren’t exactly sure where to start. You knew you had taken quite a few photos from the shows the past weeks, but didn’t realize how many there were until they were staring you back in the face. If you were being honest, the past few days had been mostly a blur: getting on a plane to come to LA, two shows the next day, another show after that, and then back on a plane to Japan for two back to back show days. If you weren’t so entranced with the photos in front of you, you would probably question how much sleep you had gotten the past five days, but not knowing was honestly the better option.

You took a sip of the tea next to you as you clicked on one of the photos from today’s show, a small smile crossing your lips as your eyes landed on the man in the shot. It was definitely one of the better shots you had taken of Kyle doing his corner entrance, though he didn’t make it very easy with the way he sweeps the cape around, let alone the expressions he tended to make. This one though. The more you thought about it, it might be one of your favorite ones you had taken in Japan.

Fiddling with some of the color settings, you tried to even out the colors of the photo, internally cursing the lighting in the arena. While you enjoyed being over in Japan and watching the guys have the run they were on, the lighting was much trickier to work with than in the arenas stateside that you were used to working in. You tested some filters as the smile grew on your face as your vision came to fruition, the lighting contrast now much more eye-pleasing and colors balanced nicer than what they were. Nodding in approval, you leaned back in your chair as you gazed over your work. The graceful flow of the cape, the gold coloring shimmering as the light hit it from above, to the determined look on his face, ready to take on whatever battle was coming next. It really was such a lovely shot.

“Now that’s a beaut.”

Jumping a bit in your seat, your head spun to the side to see Kyle leaning down to gaze upon the image on the screen, a smile crossing his own lips as he looked it over. You had been so entranced in your work that you hadn’t heard him shut the water off from his shower, let alone him opening the bathroom door to come back in the room.

“Really I don’t know how you do it,” he started, standing back up and running a hand through his wet mess of hair. “You make me look way better than I actually do.”

“Well that’s a giant lie.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you watched as he mirrored your position, raising his brows as he obviously wasn’t believing any of it. “Seriously, you make a wonderful model. It’s not that hard to take lovely pictures of you.”

“What if I go like this?”

He placed his hands on his hips, squinting slightly as he pursed his lips together as he swayed slowly on his spot. You couldn’t help giggling at his best attempt at a “blue steel”, him reaching his hands up to run through his hair before giving finger guns.

“Hold on a sec, let me get my camera.”

Turning back around to your back, you heard him shuffle over to your chair, arms wrapped around you as you heard him muttering no in your back. You laughed as you tried to reach one of your arms over to your bag under his, Kyle’s embrace just getting tighter as he pulled you back.

“I think you’ve shot enough for today,” he stated, setting his chin on your shoulder as he glanced back at the image on the screen. “Seriously though, this is a great photo. You outdid yourself on this one.”

“Think we could get a large print and hang at the house?” Resting his forehead on your back, you could hear his stifled laughs, the smile crossing on your lips. “Or we could get some smaller ones framed to give to the guys this Christmas.”

“That I would actually consider.”

Narrowing your eyes, you carefully turned until you could see the top of his head. “Oh, so they can have a photo to look at every day, but I can’t?”

He picked his head back up so he could meet your gaze, his own puzzled expression falling onto his face. “Babe, you have plenty of photos of me.”

“Yeah but they’re not framed.”

#trashy writes #fic wip #i'm getting in my own emotions over things #and some songs made the brain gears work and yee #CUTE #i really really like this so far tho #i promise i will finish stuff someday lol

[ofxiang-archive]

TASK 001: QUESTIONNAIRE.

view the exclusive interview with phoenix's main vocalist, nikolai xiang, below !

when’s your birthday? and what’s a significant memory you have about it?

 “ july 5th. i don't really care a lot about the day anymore, but one of my favourite memories is my tenth birthday, where my mom took the three of us to hong kong disneyland. i loved disney. she saved up for so long for that trip. we watched the parade and i remember thinking it was the coolest thing ever. i don't remember how i lost my ears but i did, and i was so upset about it — like crying upset, until jianyu gave me his. i still have them at my house. ”

what’s a song you have on repeat recently?

 “ right now ? 'omg' by yumi and jinnie. listen to it, by the way, if you haven't yet. ”

who is your role model?

 “ my older brother, jianyu. it'll always be him. ”

do you believe in ghosts? if so, do you have any paranormal experiences?

 “ i don't know. i do like watching ghost adventures, though. ”

what was your first kiss like? when was it?

 “ oh, man. i was like fifteen. you know, teenage romance, whatever. i never saw him again after we left for seoul. ”

what is something you get told all the time?

 “ a lot of the time it's that i'm late for something, or that i slept in and we need to hurry. i get told to get more sleep, but it's not that easy. mostly, to take care of myself, especially from flames. ”

do you have any regrets?

 “ oof, yeah. too many. is there anyone who doesn't have any regrets ? ”

how would you describe how you feel right now?

 “ honest answer ? like i can't breathe. like, suffocating, almost, and it takes so much effort just to get a breath into my lungs. you know those nightmares where you're lost, running from a certain thing or some unknown thing that you just know is bad, and each door you try to open is locked ? or the doors that do open are just loops of the same hallway with the walls closing in, no escape ? i feel that. i'm tired. ”

what is something you do and don’t like about yourself?

 “ next please. ”

do you have any fears?

 “ heights, spiders and the dark. ”

when was the last time you talked to your family?

 “ i talked to my brother, i think... like, five hours ago ? we talk a lot, and we're on the same tour, so obviously we see each other a lot too. it's like, ugh, this guy again, are you serious ? ”

what city are you most looking forward to on the tour?

 “ hong kong, definitely. but busan is also up there, and i always love visiting singapore and manila. ”

do you have any allergies?

 “ fish and pollen. spring is a nightmare for me. ”

what are some habits or mannerisms that you have? good or bad.

 “ anyone who knows me knows this one is coming — being late. losing things. leaving without putting my contacts in. squinting because i can't see anything. there's definitely more, but i can't think of them. ”

what are your hobbies?

 “ sleeping. my number one hobby. ”

how was your school life as a kid like?

 “ i don't remember a lot of it, haha. probably normal, for the most part ? i stopped... i guess it would be caring ? in seventh grade, though. i dropped out when i was fourteen to take care of my brother. ”

do you have any pet peeves?

 “ when someone makes me do aegyo. being woken up from naps. when people talk over others. just rudeness in general i really don't like. ”

do you consider what you’re doing right now your dream job? if not, what is it instead?

 “ i think i do. i don't know what else i'd be doing with my life. i honestly was sort of just floating before. ”

what motivates you?

 “ family — my mom, my brothers, my group. flames. i wouldn't be here without any of them. ”

what’s something you can’t live without?

 “ family again. ”

do you have a celebrity crush?

 “ i have a huge crush on nam joohyuk. ”

what is your go to karaoke song?

 “ can you feel the love tonight, or into the unknown. ”

what type of drunk are you?

 “ what type of drunk am i ? i like fun. happy ? talkative ? i don't know. the type that doesn't wanna think about shit and just have fun. ”

do you collect anything?

 “ probably just anything the lion king. flames gift me a lot of lion king stuff, the phone case i'm using right now actually is a really cute baby simba one that somebody gave me in buffalo. ”

when you’re sad, what do you do to cheer yourself up?

 “ it depends. sometimes i just sleep, sometimes i drink, other times i just don't do anything. it's something that's just there, most of the time, i've learned to live with it. ”

#yay last one !!

[yearningandpatheticaboutit]

SPEAK FOR YOURSELF

CHAPTER 1: TALES OF A DARK PARKING LOT

warnings: drugs mention, cursing, suicide mention

next chapter

word count: 4001

PSA: ALL CHARACTERS ARE VERY FLAWED PEOPLE SO PLS DONT USE THEM AS ROLE MODELS, ALSO THIS IS IN NO WAY THE WAY I ACTUALLY SEE SAN OR ANY OF THE OTHER MEMBERS, I love these men and this is for entertainment purposes only. i just wanted to bring my fake scenarios to life ok byeeee

***

YAERA'S POV:

"Come straight home after school, there's someone who wants to see you."

I'm not even allowed to get a word in before my parents car speeds off. It's six sharp in the morning, the sun isn't even up yet and I'm stuck at the school gate waiting for security to show and open up. I'm the first person at school, always.

My head is pounding because I haven't eaten yet, that and I haven't had my dose of nicotine for the day. There's a plaza not too far from school so I decide to take a slow stride.

Its creepy to say the least. Even in one of the wealthiest parts of town, never underestimate how uncomfortable townspeople staring can make you feel. Especially at six in the morning, they look like zombies.

The dark parking lot of the plaza looks like the perfect place for a murder. I immediately start walking faster as the eerie silence starts creeping up on me. I get to an Indian shopkeeper, and he gives me a wary look as he sees my black blazer and uniform.

"A pack of Marlboro Gold, please." I say and slide over an extra twenty so he won't judge me for smoking in my school uniform. He takes the money, yet his judgmental look doesn't pass.

"Do your parents know you smoke?" He questions. I fail to resist rolling my eyes.

"I'm eighteen years old. It says eighteen on the pack, right?" I retort. "What? Do you want to see some ID?"

He curses under his breath. Something about kids having no respect nowadays. I find that adults are fond of saying shit like that when they know they've got no right to be in your business, but they want to make you feel guilty regardless.

He gives me the cigarettes and I leave the quiet and mostly empty mall. Aside from the workers and like maybe three other people, I'm the only one around.

I light one up before I get outside, letting the ghostly white smoke escape my nostrils slowly like I'm a dragon. I see the sun starting to rise, the shadows in the parking lot growing larger. I pause in my tracks and retreat behind a bend when I see the frames of two men.

Crap. I look back again, they're talking. I squint my eyes to get a closer look and notice they're wearing the black blazer too. I nervously take a drag from my cigarette, why are students here now of all times? Usually I'm the first one at school ever.

I have to show up before anyone else gets there, thanks to my annoying parents who still drop me off even though I'm almost out of school. I guess I can't blame them completely, they are paranoid. And I'm not the best kid.

But whatever, I need to avoid anyone from that cursed place. People from my school are generally awful and will ruin your life for no apparent reason if you look pathetic enough. Luckily I'm basically a ghost, and my era of being noticed by people was over. Except for concerned teachers and the occassional creep.

I try to catch sight of who exactly are in the parking lot. The faint light from the sunrise allows me to recognize the one guy. He's a regular popular guy at our school. Ash blonde hair and intimidating eyes. Also heavy party guy and massive asshole. The one and only Kang Yeosang.

The guy with him is who really catches my attention. His broad back is the first thing I really notice and how well it sits in his blazer. Then I notice his sharp black eyes that are glaring directly at Yeosang.

There's no way I've seen him before. I would never forget his face if I did, especially because its the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen.

My hormonal levels spike through the roof.

He has a scowl on his face, and his cheekbones to die for. His skin glows as faint pale rays of sunlight dances on it, the soft gold tint mesmerizing to the eyes.

The way his blazer hugs him is sinful, like he's royalty. His hair is tousled and black, glossy like fur. His eyes are squinted in annoyance, and his glare is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

I want him to look at me like that. No. Geez Yae, get a grip.

I watch the two of them argue, eventually  Yeosang hands the hot one some cash in exchange for something else. I sigh, kind of disappointed. This is what I think it is.

I pull out my phone and start to film. After the year I've had, I think it's in my best interests. Kang Yeosang is a fucking asshole, that's all I'll say about that.

Yeosang presses something to his nose and smells, moaning out like some anime girl after. He leaves when he's done, leaving his mysterious friend all alone. I watch something fall as he attempts to drop it in his blazer pocket, only to miss. Holy shit.

I wait till he leaves the parking lot before putting my phone away and breaking into a run for what fell. I glance around and shiver, the cold air of autumn hitting my bare legs. I pull down the hem of my plaid skirt as I bend to pick the packet of pills up.

Ugh. You are so hot, why do you have to be a drug dealer? Can't you just be a rich, alcoholic bastard like the rest of the men at this school?

Well, that's too bad really. He was smart to not do it at school, I'll give him that. It's just a pity the wrong person happened to see it.

I smile at the packet of packet of pink pills and shove them into my blazer pocket, placing my cigarette between my lips as I stroll back to school.

****

I feel the warmth of drool on the side of my cheek and a sudden zap on my forehead makes me shoot up in my seat. I open my eyes, feeling groggy and irritable. My forehead is zinging for some reason and I see my biology teacher standing over my desk.

Oh.

"Sleeping in my class again, Miss Marino," Mrs Evans says to me with a headshake filled with disappointment. "Please see me after class."

Not this again. I groan and fight the urge  to put my head back down. Mrs Evans goes to the front and suddenly the board that, last time I checked was meant to be empty, is now filled to the last corner with notes.

I look down at my empty page filled with drool, realizing the only thing I wrote was the date. I make the move to write down the heading, and just as I get the first letter down, the bell rings.

Well, that's unfortunate.

I grab my bag and quickly try to sneak out. "Not so close, Marino!"

I freeze in my shoes and sigh. I was so close.

I trudge back to Mrs Evans desk, already dried up like a bone on the inside after that very suffocating nap. I feel like I don't even know where I am, my hands are trembling inside my blazer pockets and all I can picture is a cigarette where her head is.

Her eyes are bland with disappointment and she sighs when I look at her. "How long is this going to go on for, Miss Marino?" she asks me.

"What?" I ask dryly. She called me and now she's being weirdly cryptic. I hate the guessing and pronoun game.

"This behaviour of yours," she says as if its obvious. "Sleeping in class. Doing the bare minimum for all your work. Are you aware that you're a senior now? Your work ethic won't slide in university."

"I'm not going to university," I say with a shrug. "There, you don't have to worry about me now."

She frowns as if offended. "At the rate you're going, you might not even graduate. You can't keep doing the bare minimum, Yaera. You are failing. And you already dropped AP Chem so you have to pass AP Bio or you will not survive this year."

I don't answer her. I don't know what she expects me to say. I'm slightly embarrassed, but I know I brought this on myself when I don't care about her subject at all.

"Do you want to know what you got for your last test?" She pushes further, desperate for a response from me. "Thirty percent. You dropped from fifty to that. Now I let your low marks slide before because I knew what your family was going through, but you really have to pull your socks up."

I sigh and clench my fist, looking out of the window in annoyance. I hate school, I hate that I actually have to care about someone's muscles and plants and arteies and evolution when I just want to pass out in a corner somewhere.

My life is like this. I'm just existing, and I'd prefer if it stayed that way. I'm numb most days, I feel a little something when I smoke, but it passes like everything else.

"So what do you want me to do then?" I question lamely. Mrs Evans peers over my shoulder and whistles.

"San!" She calls and beckons.

I turn around at the name, my legs suddenly feeling wobbly. It's him, Mr Drugdealer from this morning. He's in my biology class? Maybe I should actually start staying awake more often, because he's stunning up close.

It feels like my breath was stolen from me. Stunning is too stingy to describe him. He has natural black bed hair, his eyes like two pools of pretty darkness. This man could ruin my life. My emotions just got electrocuted.

He looks confused as he walks up to the desk. I blink dumbly and entirely forget the situation at hand as I stare hopelesly at him.

"Yes, ma'am?" He asks and slings the strap of his bag over his shoulder. His hair jiggles at the little movements he makes, moving like leaves fluttering in a breeze.

Auavsiagsishsisgsisgsishsjs.

"I need you to tutor, Miss Marino," Mrs Evans says, making him turn to me questioningly. I feel my skin pricking. I want to vanish, he knows I'm fucking stupid now.

"Uh... excuse me?" He slowly says.

"She is not putting in the effort she should so I want you to rub off your studious methods on her. Try to motivate her to be a good student," Mrs Evans says, making us both narrow our eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," she tells me specifically. "San has the best grades in this class and the fourth best in the grade. If there's anyone you can learn from, it's him. You wouldn't mind, right?"

San's eyes rake me up and down, making me want to dissolve into a puddle. He's not even subtle about it, his dark eyes are completely and utterly judging me, making me feel like nothing and like everything at the same time. I am so... so very pathetic.

"Do I get extra credit for this?" He asks.

Mrs Evans starts to hesitate. "Uh... well... no. But it is very important to help a classmate in need—"

"I'll pay you to tutor me," I blurt, trying to hold my hungry staring.

San's eyes narrow in on me with disinterest. I feel my bloodflow hitting a block. He turns back to Mrs Evans and shakes his head.

"No, sorry ma'am," he says with a curt nod, not sparing me another glance and drifting out the door.

What an asshole, no explanation whatsoever. I feel the sudden urge to know literally everything about him.

But then I get reminded of the fact that he's a drugdealer. And I'm being extremely delusional.

Mrs Evans stares blankly at the door and lets out a heavy sigh. "Well, it looks like I'm going to have to assign you someone else."

"Don't worry about it, ma'am," I say just because I want to get out of class. "I'll change my ways."

It's a lie not Mrs Evans obviously doesn't believe. It's clear I did not care about this subject and only took it because it came as a part of my package. But whatever she wants to say is lost to the walls because I slip out the door as quick as I can.

***

His name is San. Choi San. And he is in my history class too.

Again a class where I've never noticed him. This is the one class where I pay attention and it doesn't hurt to do it. My second favourite subject is geography, but it isn't as captivating as history. Though together they're two beautiful people kissing passionately.

San sits at the back of the class, like me. He's leaned back into his chair, his neck looking sinful as he lays his head against the wall. Mr Grüne is talking about the Attack on the Korean Vessel in 2011 by Somali pirates in the Arabian gulf. For the life of me, I can't pay attention, because I'm watching him.

I feel so annoyed and conflicted.

Why is he a drug dealer? Fuck, I haven't been more disappointed in anything until now. I am actually so attracted to him, and it isn't going away. Usually I didn't feel that sort of thing for the men at this school, I promised myself I'd stay away from them after all that happened.

My stomach is a mess and my heart beats erratically just looking at him. Deranged thoughts occupy and blur my cognitive functions.

I'm not being myself. I know this. The real Yaera would think how I could benefit from the information I have at my disposal. Lots of thoughts cross my mind. I smile suddenly as an idea dawns on me.

He sighs, annoyed about something. His eyes are actually so dark and intimidating. He's bad news, I can feel it. Yet I can't wait to know him.

My palms are sweating and I don't even notice. I wipe them on my skirt, accidently pulling the already short fabric up too high. I look up to see if anyone noticed, but no one did, no one besides

San.

He looks at me deeply, his eyes trailing up my legs and eventually finding mine. I suck in an invisible breath as my body betrays me. I am so weak. I look away from his penetrative stare, clench my legs and stare ahead at Mr Grüne. The bell rings and I realize I have done nothing but worsen my hormones in this class.

San grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder lazily, before giving me one last undefined look and trudging out of the classroom. I gather up all my shit and shove it into my bag, zipping through people to get to him.

He won't get away this time.

***

I follow him through a crowd and not once does this boy turn his back, he bulldozes through everyone in a way that makes it obvious of his place around here. He ducks into a part of the school no one dares to go to. Seriously, the abandoned stairwell?

Our school is so old, built in the 1800s to be exact. There's this old story of a teacher and a student who were screwing each other's brains out, and well, when they were caught, the teacher couldn't handle her shame so she threw herself down the stairs and killed herself.

That stairwell is rumored to be haunted, and due to its tragic background, the school simply doesn't use it anymore. No one did. Now Choi San is on his way down there. He just keeps becoming more and more of a red flag.

I head down his path, eventually finding him sitting on the corner between two staircases, light from the spherical window above falling on his beautiful face. He's eating lunch and doesn't see me until I shift in my tracks.

"You shouldn't hang out here, you know," I say casually, trying to hide how intimidated I am. "It's haunted. And random prefects always roam here to get smokers in trouble."

His eyes are shocked for a second, then they go bored and expectant. "Do I know you?" He asks bluntly. I suck in a large breath, trying to keep myself composed. This asshole literally met me this morning.

I thought I knew what I was doing by coming here. Turns out I don't. I stare at him blankly for a few seconds, and I see his jaw clench.

"Well?" He insists in irritation.

Against my better judgement, I pull out the pack of pills and toss it right at him. His reflexes are sharp and he catches them almost superhumanly. His face falls and he stares completely lost.

"How did you-" he catches himself, then stands up from his seat. He moves toward me and my eyes widen, my heart rate quickening. Oh lord he was coming close to me.

"How much did you see?" He asks in a deep whisper that makes me want to crumble. I struggle to hold his gaze without looking somewhere else every five seconds. Intimidation lines his face, somehow scaring and arousing me at the same time.

He narrows his eyes at me when I stay quiet. Shit, I keep zoning out on his face.

"Enough," I curtly say, matching up to his solid, hard gaze.

He curses under his breath and reaches into his blazer, pulling out a wad of cash, flashing it at me. "How much is it gonna take for you to keep it shut?"

I smile. He's trying to bribe me. Not a smart move.

"Bold of you to assume I want your bribes." I drawl.

His jaw clenches in annoyance and he steps forward. My breath hitches in my throat. He's in my space. Just inches away from my face.

"Well if you don't want my bribes, what do you want?"

Something stronger, more long lasting than one single bribe. I'm even tempted to say I want him. But I'm not crazy, not that crazy anyway.

I open my mouth to speak when suddenly a harsh whistle sounds through the air. I jump in my skin and look up to see a prefect heading our way. Fucks sake we were screwed. San quickly shoves the pills in his blazer and cools like a cucumber.

I recognize the prefect as Choi Jongho, an asshole who hated me for no reason other than the fact that I existed. I had just landed a jet into lava.

"Yaera Marino," Jongho hums as he stolls around us. He has his signature pastel blue notepad in his arm and opens it up. "The abandoned stairwell huh. Never realized fratenizing here held some sort of appeal."

"We weren't doing anything," I try to say, but by the look in his eyes I already knew it was futile fighting.

"Please. He was practically sucking your face in," he deadpans, then looks at San who only stares at him. "Do yourself a favour and stay away from trash, yeah? Let this be a lesson."

"You're so touch-starved it's embarrassing," I dryly say. "You see two people breathing the same air and that's fraternizing? Get a life you fucking weirdo. Being a prefect isn't gonna help with those college applications."

"Oh it will," Jongho retorts, then picks at my hair. He pulls a red strand, making ne wince and glare. "Last time I checked, Headmaster gave you a week to dye your hair back to black. I wonder if he'll give you additional hours for not listening. Well, time to find out."

He flashes me a smile before twirling and leaving. I sigh, knowing whatever I wanted to know about San was now sent to Hell.

"What the fuck just happened?" San demands from me.

"That was a prefect. I don't know how long you've been here, but they're the cops. And technically...we've been caught out."

"Caught out doing what?"

"We'll find out when he gets to Headmaster with that notepad." I snort, to which he groans.

"This is literally your fault. I don't even know you. Now I'm in trouble?" He snaps.

I roll my eyes. "It's only detention. Would you rather be in jail for distributing drugs?"

San suddenly pushes me into the wall, putting a hand over my mouth. I stare at him in disbelief, but my mind goes dizzy from how his body feels pressed against mine.

"Keep your mouth shut," he hisses at me. "Are you trying to screw me over? What is it you want?"

I lick the inside of his hand abruptly, making him bounce away from me in disgust. I smirk at his angry and exasperated face. It looks like he's going to combust.

"What I want... well you'll know when I decide to tell you," I say. His jaw clenches as my smirk grows. "I'll see you in detention, Choi San."

***

"Hey mom? I have detention today so I can't do the thing you wanted."

I stare at the note in my hands that just came from Headmasters office. It was broadcasted to all my teachers and security guards so I'd be held captive by the time my last class rolled around. Staying in this place till seven would be a good way to pass time with a nap.

"What?" My mother hisses. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? What did you do this time?"

I sigh and prepare for the onslaught. "It was a misunderstanding but Mr Corbin wouldn't list-"

"Everyone has been waiting to meet you and this is what you do. Your father and I will deal with you when you get home, just know that Yasmine would have never done this to us. You only care about yourself!"

Her outburst concludes with the sound of the dial tone, leaving me standing hopelessly after she hangs up. I bite the inside of my cheek, already wanting to toss myself onto a railway thinking of what home would be like when I got there.

My mother and father loves free will. They think individuality is a good thing for business, but it only really applies in that instance. Don't you dare think for yourself or have your own dreams though, that's a war crime.

My sister was a model for my parents company, who dabbled in fashion and whatever the fuck more. She was normally the one attending these meetings, because she was the star. Now that she's gone, that burden falls on no one other than me.

It's not like I benefit from it at all. Being blessed with good looks isn't a blessing at all in this case, especially when your parents make you do uncomfortable things and then bag all of the money you make.

It doesn't matter how much I fuck up. How much I act out on set, or how much I try to fuck up my appearance. They won't leave me alone. They won't leave me in peace. One suicide attempt later and I'm still taking off my clothes for fashion shoots and magazines. I fucking hate it here.

This is why I'd rather run away. I'd rather be anywhere than this town. I'd destroy my last name if I could. Sometimes I thought my sister went missing on purpose, and I hoped she was safe somewhere away from here. But then her body was found, and the rest is history.

I think back to the thick bills San offered me earlier. That alone looked like it would buy me a bus ticket out of town. But I don't need a bus ticket, I need a plane out of here.

The bell rings and I sigh and trudge back to my final class, which I'd share with Choi San himself.

#ateez imagines #ateez angst #ateez fanfic #ateez scenarios #choi san #choi san fluff #choi san angst #san fluff #san angst

[metropolitanmutantofark]

The Messenger, Eclipse

(~1.9K Words) Part 1, Chapter 1 - Wendy Wendel

0002023 A.D. - Earth (Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy) North America - Tampa Bay, FL, U.S.A. May 25th - 7:50 AM

It all started with that parking spot - that stupid parking spot. It was simple. It was all I asked for. I never asked for any space carjacking, I never asked for any blistering red face-goop, I never asked for any evil taxi cabs, and I most certainly never asked for any near-death experiences, let alone seven. All I wanted was to park in my spot, and get to class. My name is Wendy. To my knowledge, I'm currently 23 years old, give or take a few months, but that can be surprisingly hard to pin down aboard this... thing. This was maybe around six, maybe seven months ago, a few days after I turned 23. Since that day, I haven't had a week's worth of rest at home. It was the day I met Eclipse - don't get me wrong, he's a wonderful person - but he's more than a handful, especially when we're off Earth. He's the reason I'm writing this right now, looking at all the postage and recording logs. Fortunately for all of us, this all took place on solid ground. God knows I'd be livid if I had an extra-planetary experience on my first day. But anyway - the parking spot, yeah? At the school, we're supposed to have assigned parking. My spot for the AM class is in the second row off Building C, six spots down from the far right side when you're coming in. It's a little far from the building, sure, but it's not like I'd take one in the third row, out of the shade. My car's a little blue type - two doors, two seats, just enough space for me and my textbooks to fit under the trees between the first and second row of student parking. My car should have been the only car allowed in the spot, but as I pulled into the lot, I couldn't find the empty square. At first, I thought it was just a simple mistake - there are plenty of turns into different lots, but this was certainly the Building C parking lot. Thankfully, I was about ten minutes early to the lecture and lab as I looked around for my sign - I knew for a fact that I'd be cutting it close once I saw the scrap heap in my square. I manually counted off the spaces, pointing to each one to make sure there was no mistake before I pulled in directly behind the van in my spot. It was sleek and white - a clean vehicle, but old, and slightly splotchy with its paint. At earliest, it must have been an 80s model, with some notable surface touch-ups here and there. It was well over seven feet tall, likely a cargo van or a camper. In any case, it was in my spot, and after that long of a drive, I wasn't having that. I parked my car immediately behind it to trap it in. There wouldn't be another car around for another three hours or so - the labs would always last three hours or longer, and the only breaks would be twenty minutes long, hardly enough time for anyone to leave the campus or try to pop in for a surprise visit. I stepped out of my car and took careful steps up beside the window, peeking in through the perforated windows to try and guess whether or not someone was inside. Well, come on - what would you do if someone took your parking spot at such a crucial time? I approached the driver's door and started to tap on the glass erratically, cupping my hand against the driver's side window to shield my eyes from the glare. "Open up in there!" I shouted. "This isn't yours to take!"

I heard a loud, heavy thud against my car's hood, and I held my breath. After a moment had passed, I heard groaning from the other side of the van, and out stepped a fairly tall, skinny guy wearing a bright green jacket and black slacks. He had wispy, black hair that fell over his face, but the rest was brushed semi-neatly to either side, falling roughly around his shoulders. "What'cha have to go and park there for?" he asked, hastily shoving the stray lock of hair behind his ear and smoothing out the rest of the messy, wavy mop on his head. "Made me bang my head against the door."

"Sorry, sir, campus police. I'm doing a patrol sweep of the C parking lot, and you don't seem to have the right sticker on your windshield," I answered back, putting on my best customer-service smile.

"Campus..?" he asked, before turning his head to look towards the main building. His hand connected with his forehead with a loud smack, and he took in a sharp breath. His lips were moving, but he wasn't speaking - for a moment, I thought he had broken down, but then he started speaking again. "Oh, sorry. Right, no, right - this is my parking space," he lied. He lied surprisingly well - no failing or faltering to his voice, and just the right amount of confidence to his tone that might have sold me if I didn't already know it was false. His eyes connected with the sign across from the hood of his van, and as he crossed over the bumper to meet me, he patted the front of the sign. "Mister Whendle," he explained. He held up a plastic ID card. Despite being closed off in his hand, it reflected light, and I couldn't get a good look at its surface without blinding myself. Beneath the glare, though, I could tell something was wrong. The letters shifted back and forth, dissolving into one another in a soupy mess before disappearing under the glare. His face matched, and things were laid out like a regular ID, but something untraceable was wrong about it. "Should be attending the next-" he paused, taking a little too long to check the text on the 'reserved' sign. "-Chemistry class. Say I swing by the office and get the window sticker, and you trot off to go get a warning slip, sound fair?"

"Vhendel," I corrected.

"Right - no, sorry?"

"Vhendel. It's pronounced Vhendel. It's a Germanic name, probably Swedish or Dutch. The W is pronounced like a Vuh, yeah?"

"Yeah..." he answered. His hair fell over his face once again, and his eyebrows raised. I could practically see the awkward regret fill his soul, but he at least had the courage not to take his eyes off of me. He tucked his ID into his jacket's pocket. "And your name would be..?"

"Wendy. Wendy Wendel. I'm the chemistry student you're currently bothering, if you haven't noticed."

"Which means you're not campus police?" he asked. "So what are you doing blocking me in here?"

"What are you doing, full stop?" I shot back.

He clicked his tongue and paused for a while. A muffled, buzzing sound interrupted him. He checked his watch - I couldn't make out what it read, despite my best efforts. "Little complicated. Professional business. You'll get your parking space back, you have my word, Vendy," he stated, putting a hand out to stall my speaking. "Just cut me a break just this once? Time - sort of an 'of the essence' thing-type-deal, and it's been a long time since I've had any surplus of it," he pleaded.

"Wendy. It's an English name. You pronounce the W as a Wuh. Get that right and I might not report your silly little van to the campus police after you shove it - now shove it."

"Ach, no," he replied. "This isn't an 'I wanna go but can't,' this is an 'I shouldn't even be having this conversation,' sort of-" He scoffed, cutting himself off. "You'll just figure it out." He took two hurried steps towards the crosswalk, and then turned back around to face me. He looked worried - probably since I was about to call the campus police - but took a breath and fit a black glove to his hand. "Right, no, sorry, lack of parking spaces..."

He stuck out his newly-gloved hand and clicked his fingers. In his hands sat a thick, brown envelope, one he quickly stuffed into his jacket along with the glove. He smiled as he looked my way, trotting back over to the side door of the van and opening it. A plain white saddle-bag was slung over his shoulder, one which he was quick to open. I couldn't peek inside, but from what I saw at the sides, it appeared to be flooded with letters and packages - thick, bursting at the seams but clinging to its last threads for dear life. He started to shove the envelope into the bag. "Now Ms. Wendel, how much time did you say your class was?" he asked, holding up his watch and twisting the outer rim as if to set an alarm.

"I didn't say, but it's three hours, thanks. Are you gonna move your van? It starts in six minutes now." I turned around, reaching into my laptop case to make sure I had everything. "You're just lucky I-"

My heart stopped, and my voice died. My car was gone. One second, it had been parked there, the next, it had vanished. I turned to face him, just in time for him to seal his bag.

"My..!" I shook my head, jaw hanging open as I dropped my hands to my sides. "Where did it go? Give it back!"

"Timed compression package," he explained. He held up the saddle-bag he wore, patting the front flap. "You said three hours, so you're gonna wait three hours." He held up his keys and locked his van, and once he was sure he had everything settled, he started to dart off towards the school. "You'll have it back by the end of class!" he called. "I never miss a delivery schedule," he added. Somehow, that didn't comfort me.

"I don't care if you don't miss a stupid delivery, all my books are in there!" I answered, dashing past the cars on either side of me to catch up to him. Once I had gotten into lock-step with his pace and was a couple feet behind him, I grabbed his shoulder. "And you didn't even tell me your name!"

He stopped, putting a hand over my other shoulder so I wouldn't trip. "Call me Eclipse. I'm something of a delivery-man, from-" His eyes dodged to the left. "-Out of town," he finished. With a little pat to my shoulder, he started running again, seemingly content to speak while spending his breath. "Where?" I asked. Eclipse stopped, turning around. "Let's say Montana. That's a good state, right? I've never been there on the job. Nobody wants packages in Montana. I should go there sometime!" Once he was done speaking, he started running again. "Wait, but- hold on, mail boy, what's with the..?!" He stopped yet again, turning around with an impatient look on his face. "What's with the what? The car? I'll explain later, alright? Just lifting it for a minute - but right now, mail boy's got places to be, so you're either in or you're out," he stated. He turned back around again and started running, far off-course from where I was headed. I turned my head towards the main entrance to the C building, with three minutes until class started. There wasn't a lot I could do - those books were important, and to be honest, it wasn't my favorite class. At the time, I could only hope the professor could excuse the absence. I couldn't have predicted just how long I would wind up being gone for.

#science fiction #original writing #The Messenger Eclipse #mail boy's got places to be #Part 1 #Chapter 1 #haven't written science fiction before #been meaning to learn #guess who remembered they had a writing blog? #feedback appreciated

[scifrey]

NINE-TENTHS

Part Seven

"You destroyed my roaster, set the kitchen on fire, and clawed up my employee," Hadi snarls, counting off the dragon's sins. She shouldn't look as frightening as she does, standing there in pajama pants, a rumpled hijab, and a bright purple hoodie she somehow hasn't realized is on backwards. 

But he is cowed.

"I'll pay to replace them," he replies, so miserable that I genuinely feel sorry for him. His forearms are black with ash from where he clawed the burning beans out of the roaster and scattered them on the floor so I could attack them with the extinguisher. His shirt is now raggedly short-sleeved.

 Hadi snorts. "Damn straight you will. And in the meantime? How am I supposed to make coffee?"

"We'll rush-order it." He fumbles for his wallet. Soot smears all over everything, but he manages to hand Hadi a business card. She pinches a clean corner between two fingers. "Have your insurance company contact my people with the information of the upscale model. Hire professional cleaners and contractors. I'll cover it all."

Hadi looks over at me. "You heard that? I have a witness?"

From my perch on the rear fender of the ambulance, I give her a thumbs up and a goofy grin behind my oxygen mask. This is hilarious. I'm not feeling even remotely hungover anymore.

That might be the shock talking.

The garage-door windows at the front of the café are open, letting out the last of the ugly smell. Inside Beanevolence, the fire fighters are checking over their gear and preparing to go. There's a small crowd around the outside of the police tape cordoning off the sidewalk, mostly folks from the buildings on either side of the café, which were evacuated for safety. Luckily, nobody but me has to be treated for smoke inhalation.

A sharp pain on my right bicep startles me hard enough to make a very not-manly noise.

Right.

Smoke inhalation and puncture wounds.

Everything between the bottom of my right ear and my right elbow fucking burns.

"I'll call when I'm done with that idiot," Hadi says, jabbing a finger at me. "Right now I have to go with him to the hospital."

"I can go by myself," I crackle, distorted by the tight dryness of my throat.

"I'll go," the dragon says, and everybody ignores me when I protest a second time. "Please, it's the least I can do."

I pull off the oxygen mask long enough to shout "I said I can go by myself!", and then start heaving another round of hacking coughs.

The paramedic packing wads of sterile gauze into the five neat dime-sized punctures in my flesh tsks at me. She pushes the mask back over my face, and says, "Actually, I'm taking you." She points at the dragon. "Loverboy. Get in if you're getting in."

"He's isn’t—"

"I'm not—" 

"Don't care," the paramedic interrupts. She removes my mask briskly, and steps up into the box to stow her gear. 

I don’t need babysitting, so I stand and try to clamber one-handed up the fender. Okay, I haven't had breakfast, I'm dehydrated, I've lost blood, and I'm having trouble breathing, so it's a dumb move, right? I'll cop to that. My foot doesn't land on the fender, and I scrape my shin as I slide down, scrabbling for the rails. 

I'm gonna add a broken jaw to my list of injuries and it'll be mortifying— 

The dragon’s arm is around my waist before I hit the pavement. 

"Whoop!" I shout as my feet come off the ground. "I'm sorry, are you… actually holding me up like a sack of potatoes?" I twist my neck to stare up at the guy. He’s not even straining. "Uh, as fun as this is, can you—"

"Of course," he blurts, and carefully sets me back on my feet. "Oh, your shirt."

His attention isn't on the new black streaks decorating the waist. He's looking at where the paramedic cut off the sleeve, the tape on my skin, the spots of blood blooming against the gauze. 

It’s not this guy's day. Mine either, I decide, and flap my good hand at him when he tries to hand me up into the ambulance like some Jane Austen heroine. Yes, I've read Jane Austen. One, the books are good, and two, I appreciate a well-crafted narrative. Also, it has nothing to do with being a pining hopeless romantic, no matter what Gemma tells you, so there.

"Sit," the paramedic barks. She points at the bench along the side of the box.

Like two naughty school children, we obey in unison.

The paramedic closes the doors, glares once to make sure we stay put, then turns her attention to paperwork. The driver pulls away slowly, gently easing around the firetruck.

The dragon's warm beside me in a way a homo sapiens can never be, soothing, and the adrenaline spike from the near-disaster has me woozy enough to want to lay my head on his shoulder. I don’t though, obviously.

"Awww," I say after a moment. "No sirens."

The dragon stifles a laugh.

"What?"

"I was hoping for the sirens, too," he admits in a whisper.

And then he smiles at me. 

It punches all the air right out of my lungs.

The skin beside his eyes crinkle up into shallow crows feet. It hits me for the first time that he's more than just objectively handsome. I'd noticed, in a distantly-aesthetic way, before now. But shit, he really is attractive in a way only someone whose face you've seen transform with honest, intimate emotion can be. With the color still high on his face from the fire, it makes him all English-rosy and glowy and, yeah, no, let's back this train up. 

Now is a bad time for this kind of thing.

I yank my gaze to where my left hand is cradling my right elbow tight against my tummy to keep my arm from moving.

"Does it hurt?" the dragon asks softly.

The scoff is out of my mouth before I can catch it behind my teeth. "What do you think?"

I'd meant it to be funny, but he flinches, and shifts so there's a careful inch between us. It's not until he's gone that I realize how soothing it was to have him pressed all up the side of me, curled toward me to protect me from the cold glare of the evil paramedic.

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[dreamingdarklyblog]

I'm curious about more hypno-based games you might have played and your thoughts on them. Good, bad, recommendations, open to anything. -Anon

Hmmm, Allright. Let's start with...

Lab Rats 2 - Reformulate!

The original Lab Rats is fine too. But Much less a game, more a visual novel. Very on rails with few to no real choices. And MUCH smaller. Basically totally different style too. Barely related aside from a loose plot connection that you don't need to know to play 2.

Now, just to note, the original developer gave up on it. So it's been taken over by modders (hence "reformulate"). You can play just the base game as well, but I haven't noticed any benefit to that. The modded version just adds some more story, more characters, more things to play with.

So what's the game about?

Well, just to warn you at the core, like most games based around sex and mind control, it involves a lot of things that irl would definitely be a crime. It's not as creepy or "forced" as many are, and for the most part there's at least a pretence of consent to things. Buuuut... well, you get it. But if you like my work you're likely comfortable with that in fantasy.

So the main gameplay is basically - You're a guy who opens a lab that is making mind and body altering chemical formulas. And of course pretty much every other person in the city is an attractive woman.

The main Gameplay loop involves managing a staff who procure supplies, researches formulas, makes them, markets them, and handle HR at the office.

The formulas themselves cover a wide array of fetish material. Things to alter obedience levels, sluttiness, and romantic feelings being the main mechanics. As it goes on you can use said chemicals and repeated orgasms to induce a trance state and more directly alter characters beliefs. Maybe make them like dressing slutty. Or like cheating on their spouses. Get off on incest. Enjoy giving blowjobs. Or maybe just make them hate Mondays and the colour Yellow.

The cool thing is that all of that actually does have a game impact. Though sometimes a small of subtle one. Making them hate yellow will reduce or eliminate yellow from their wardrobe. If you force them to wear a yellow uniform, they will be unhappy about it. Making them love sucking cock will make their arousal increase faster while doing so, while making them hate it will reduce it.

You can train up various stats and skills to become more effective at different actions.

If their obedience stats get high enough you can order them to do many things. Change the names they answer to. Exploit trances to add triggers (just the one currently, to trigger orgasm). Lots of options.

There are also formulas to do more advanced things. Alter their hair colour, breast size, even height or skin colour (in the modded version). Give them a very strong fetish for different things. Induce trance directly. Induce random orgasms. Make them randomly strip throughout the day. Induce lactation (and though the system is finicky and awkward. Can have them lactate specific formulas and set up a milking lab to increase production).

The number of options is actually pretty overwhelming. It's a big game. And that's without getting into all the different sub plots that many different characters have. There's probably a dozen or more "named" characters (really everyone has a mostly randomly assigned name. One or two are set, others have a defined first name but a random last name, and most have totally random names) that have a story arc for you to explore and unlock, usually through specific actions or getting their stats to certain levels.

So yeah... I really like all the options. And experimenting with different ideas. The graphics are... Meh. All the models look rather similar, and pretty plastic. But they aren't terrible.

I dislike how long it takes to unlock things without cheating. It would be fine if it was for one play-through, but every time there's a patch you basically need to start over, and it would take hours to re-unlock everything even WITH cheats. Without them it's punishing. So I'd suggest cheating after your first time.

The game is still being expanded by the modders, though updates are infrequent. I think they're mostly focused on adding and completing storylines to characters. As well as improving some of the systems of gameplay to make them more intuitive.

Overall I really like it. I've played through it a few times ;). Lots of behaviour and body modification, and toys to play with.

#game reviews

[lisiprom]

Immortal Life- first impressions

Played a bit of Immortal Life, since the EA came out today.

First of all it's similar to RF/HM (or actually any other farming-life-sim). We play as cultivator who's invited to Guiyun Sect to take care of Mist Valley ( because the sect is more sword focused and they're bad at farming and our protag-kun is pretty good at it). Some unfortunate shit happens and sect gets razed to the ground, except of protagonist and guys that came to take entrance test to the sect. So now it's our turn to rebuild sect and probably figure wtf caused huge-ass meteor falling down ( or whatever it was).

Gameplay is pretty similar to rf/hm with tilling fields, mining rocks, cutting trees. Standard stuff. And then there is cooking, which instead of puuting ingredients together and getting food actually requires player to actually do stuff. Even more fun it reminds me a bit of those Delicious Emily games ( and I loved those games lol). It will probably take some time to get used to that kind of gameplay instead of put stuff inside cooker->get MORE stuff.

Haven't played enough to see how the combat is so I'm probably gonna write another post when I get more into it.

There's also a relationship system but I don't know if it's only friendship or if there are romance options available. Also you can choose either male or female protagonist. Both are cute but I kinda dig dude more.

I really like is graphic and sound. Environments are nice and give that comfy (maybe ven a bit nostalgic?) vibe. Also I really like characters designs( but that might be my inner danmei fan speaking) and their 3d models.

There are few things that are a bit of pain in the ass. First of all: it can only be played using keyboard and mouse. Also mouse is used mostly to continue dialogues and its kinda annoying that you can't just push enter to proegress the text. I hope we will get controller support beacuse it would be more comfy ( also because personally I have a bit of shit setup on desk and it's fucking with my eyesight lol). Second thing is the map. It's a bit hard to read also for some reason when I closed the map my protag got 'stuck' and only opening and then closing map again, helped getting 'un-stuck'. Third thing ( and it's a bit of my personal complain) it's that the day feels super short. Maybe I'm just too used to RF5 where day is long so you cram a lot of activities, but in Immortal Life it felt like I tilled the soil, got crops, caught two fishes, got through cooking tutorial and suddenly it's end of the day. Also saw that some tasks are going top be timed so it's already making me feel anxious lol. Another thing is that translation feel a bit stiff and wooden in places ( and I noticed it even though I'm ESL-chan so yeah..)

Eitherway it's been fun so far and I'm gonna play a bit more over the (long) weekend ( unless I get stuck in RF5 hell again ;).

#immortal life #pc game #vidya