#I'm a nerd OK? I'm not ashamed

[blackchantilly]

I want to document the story of the ARG for Silent Hill fans who maybe either can't or don't want to play it themselves, but are still curious about it. I had a whole lot of fun with it despite some plot holes and corniness. Spoilers will be under a cut.

The historical society web site at face value:

Is written as if Silent Hill Historical Society is a real place you can visit in 2024.

Contains many articles and "artifacts" related to the history of the town.

You can take two Silent Hill quizzes to test your knowledge of the lore. The advanced one is ridiculously hard. You can find most of the answers in the articles on the site, though. Some of the details it tests you over are almost certainly going to be found in the SH2 remake rather than in the original game.

There is also a portion of the site with historical society staff profiles and short blog entries written by the staff members.

One of the tabs makes reference to the historical society collecting submissions of historical materials from the public for its collection. They specify that they want SH travel brochures from the 1960s, with a certain serial number. It says the timeframe for submissions is over.

If this was all the site was, it would be great marketing on its own.

Now on to the ARG aspects. The official name of the game translates roughly into English as Red Reaper: Declaration of Crime from the Dead.

Spoilers from here on out. Also this is LONG. 😬

Secret content can be found by clicking on certain words on some of the pages, clicking on specific parts of certain images, or in one case, highlighting text on a page to reveal white-on-white text. There are also a few really subtle "stain" marks on some pages that you can click to find secret pages. Most of the hidden pages can be found on the staff blogs, but some are found in the historical articles, etc.

I found most of the hidden links by examining the page sources. The text ones are easy to find. The ones embedded in images are trickier, but most of the images that have links embedded in them have something written in the "class" field in the code. Finding the right place on the image to click makes this even trickier.

There are 36 hidden pages in total.

The basic story found in the hidden content involves the mysterious death of a former staff member and network administrator at the historical society, Felix Crain. He died from falling from the roof of an apartment building. The authorities ruled it an accident, but the remaining staff members clearly have their doubts. Witnesses reported hearing an argument coming from the roof before he fell.

Felix's staff page URL can be found by determining his birthday through clues on the other staff pages and putting the date in his URL (to match the format of the other staff pages). This reveals the fact that he wanted to talk to the historical society director, William, about something important. It also reveals that he had romantic feelings for his coworker Ruby, who succeeded him as webmaster after his death.

Hidden page 1/36 allows the player to submit images of historical artifacts to the website; it can be found by navigating to the artifact registration page from the Material Preservations Activities tab and removing the underscore from the URL. (The underscore trick was hinted at on Ruby's staff blog.) Originally if someone submitted an image with the form, it told them the page would be "under maintenance" until Sept. 26 at a certain time. This was the date and time that the Tokyo Game Show occurred.

IRL attendees at TGS received a travel brochure with the serial number that the historical society web site said it was looking for. The inside of the brochure had the letters "RE," the number "7/17" and the alchemical symbol for Jupiter written on it in bold red ink.

If someone submits an image via that page after the date and time of TGS, it takes them to a page with a link to download an app.

(It's implied that you're supposed to take a photo of the brochure you (theoretically) received at TGS, but the guidelines page that appeared on the site that day says you can use someone else's photos if you weren't there. In fact, people have apparently submitted random images and have been able to progress in the story.)

When you download the app from the link, this allows you to accept "emails" from different characters in the RPG, mostly from Ruby. She asks for the correct serial number on the brochure to verify that it's the right one.

(Note: the image of the brochure I found didn't include a closeup on the serial number. The number was located on the sample brochure on the web site prior to Sept. 26, but was removed after that date. You can find the correct version if you use the Wayback Machine to visit the site prior to that date.)

Once the serial number is verified, she asks for your mailing address so they can send you an envelope to send them your brochure.

(I thought for sure this was actually going to be a thing, but now that I've progressed in the story and read the guidelines page, I don't think this is going to be the case. I still haven't received any physical mail from them six days later.)

You receive additional emails in quick succession from 1) an unknown sender telling you to submit a video of yourself destroying the brochure, 2) a detective saying he is aware that a shady individual whom they've been tracking has sent you an email, 3) William, the director of the historical society, urging you not to follow the directions of the unknown sender, and 4) "an expert in new religious movements."

The religious experts says that the unknown sender is allegedly the leader of a cult called Twilight of Jupiter, which is supposedly using the travel brochures in one of their rituals. Having possession of the brochure supposedly is putting you in danger. He tells you to perform a ritual involving mentally destroying the brochure in order to neutralize the threat.

Ruby says William has been acting weird about the brochure since she mentioned it to him. Thinking something is amiss, she asks you for the email addresses of the detective and the religious expert. After awhile, she emails you back and says that she looked into it and neither person exists. William apparently sent all of those emails himself.

She sends you a link to a web page he asked her to remove; the URL ends in "walterishe" and contains information about the Walter Sullivan murders mentioned in SH2 and fleshed out in the story of SH4. There were apparently more ritual murders linked to the Walter Sullivan case in 2008. Each of the 2008 murder sites were accompanied by a similar travel brochure with the victim's initials and death date written on them, plus the symbol for Jupiter. The names of the known victims spell out "Walterishe."

This is where, if it's not totally obvious from the awkward phrasing of the URL, you're supposed to insert the letters found on "your" brochure to the URL, giving you "walterishere." This takes you to a spooky page with the Jupiter symbol.

William immediately emails you once you've found this page, accusing you of snooping around. He says he knows where you live (because you provided your mailing address earlier) and is coming to kill you.

Ruby tells you the only way to stop him from gaining access to your information is to log into Felix's old account on the web site and manually delete all of the information within 24 hours. She provides her login info (which has been deactivated) as a template. His username is easy to determine -- his first name, last initial, and the year he started working at the historical society. She says he told her his password was "the name of the thing he desires most." Typing "Ruby" into the password field gives you access and allows you to delete the information.

Once you've done this (actually I had to do it a couple of times to get it to work), she confirms that you were successful. However, she says she got lost in the fog that mysteriously manifested when she attempted to flee and that she will get back to you if she makes it through.

(I had to break this up here because apparently a bulleted list can only have so many characters, pfft.)

After 48 hours, Ruby has escaped from Foggy Silent Hill (as opposed to regular Silent Hill, I guess?) and sends you a link to a video of her detailing the rest of the story. To summarize, William's real name is revealed to be Oliver King. Raised in a sheltered household, he heard about Walter Sullivan's case on TV in the early '00s and was inspired by his "abnormality" (I took this to mean that he felt a kind of kinship with him, but I am definitely editorializing here). William/Oliver was the one who committed the copycat murders in 2008. He intended for the last victim to have the initials R.E., but he made a mistake and killed someone whose initials were M.P. instead. He became incredibly embarrassed that his victim's initials now spelled out "Walter is hemp" (lmaooooo) and, hoping to cover up the drug associations (I am not making this up), he sunk the body into Toluca Lake and attempted to destroy the evidence -- referring specifically to the tourism brochure that had the wrong initials on it. Police found the body but didn't connect the murder to the others. When William/Oliver found out the brochure still existed, he made efforts to attempt to acquire it from the player so he could destroy it. He is now in police custody.

William/Oliver was also responsible for Felix's death after Felix discovered he was using an alias.

It's worth mentioning that Ruby does not talk at all about what she encountered over the last two days in Foggy Silent Hill, but she makes it clear that she is alive and is not a ghost.

ALSO there is a joke ending. If you click on a specific spot on one of the maps on the site a certain amount of times, it takes you to the ARG's very own dog ending.

My takeaways:

My theory up until the final video was that the cult was trying to resurrect Walter Sullivan through the ritual murders. It would have been cool!

I'm still not clear if there was ever supposed to be a cult called Twilight of Jupiter in Silent Hill or whether William/Oliver was acting alone under that name. Also they never explain who the "unknown sender" who wanted you to destroy the brochure was. If it was William, why would he tell you to destroy the brochure and then immediately tell you not to follow those directions?

I think this would be a really fun lead-up to a future installment in the series, perhaps a sequel to SH4. Or there could be a game where we play as Ruby as she investigates everything and also attempts to escape the foggy otherworld. It could be fun!

Also I am very curious about those missing 48 hours from the ARG. Perhaps she's "pure of heart" and her experience in the foggy world wasn't that bad, lol.

I'm also curious if there will be references to any of this in the SH2 remake.

Some theorize that this story could be related to Townfall. Lord knows at this point.

Also this might point to a potential remake of SH4, which, frankly, is a game I think would greatly benefit from a remake that doesn't feel like PUNISHMENT.

I appreciated that they focused on Walter's story in this one. I always thought he was an interesting character, especially considering serial killers and slasher movies never really interested me.

This was loads of fun and a pretty good introduction to ARGs, IMO. I had never really done one before (not counting Petscop) and I found it fairly easy to follow. A couple of the puzzles felt really rewarding. The only things I had to look up elsewhere were the links hidden in the images on the site.

I am actually sad that silenthill-historicalsociety.com/walterishemp didn't lead me anywhere, lol.

There is

A Silent Hill ARG

And I'm losing my mind.

[demilypyro]

Ok

If your first pick was Sol honestly I get that. He's cool. You might just have terminal main character syndrome tho

If you pick Ky you're just boring. You definitely have main character syndrome but also you're the least interesting person at the function

If your first pick is May you're either a literal demon who heard about the totsugeki memes and wanted in, or you're a cutesy femme and Bridget and Elphelt weren't in the game yet

If your first pick was Axl you think you're the funniest motherfucker in the room at all times and I'm gonna kick your ass. Whether you stick with him will depend on whether you can stand his accent.

If your first pick was Chipp you not only have main character syndrome but you're also a weeb

If your first pick was Potemkin you're going to hell. You picked him specifically because you hate me.

If your first pick was Faust you DEFINITELY think you're the funniest motherfucker in the room, even moreso than Axl

If your first pick was Millia you're either a straight dude who wanted to pick I-no but is ashamed of being horny on main, or you're a chick who describes herself as a "dommy mommy"

If you picked Zato you have main character syndrome but also you liked Shadow more than Sonic

If your first pick is Ramlethal you were either looking for the girl with the biggest sword in the cast, or you have a foot fetish. I'm not kinkshaming, just acknowledging.

Leo seems like he's very popular among gay dudes but that's second hand info. Idk he leaves zero impressions on me

If you picked Nagoriyuki because he's cool you're the only mfer here I respect. If you picked him because he's OP I retract the last statement.

If you picked Giovanna you either wanted to play a cool girl but thought Millia looked too difficult, or you're a furry. Maybe both

If you picked Anji you are bisexual

If you picked I-no youre either a horny straight dude or you're a chick who describes herself as a "dommy mommy" but doesn't actually have sex

If you picked Goldlewis you're based

If you picked Jack-O you either saw the memes but didn't realize how hard she is to actually play, or you played Xrd

If you picked Happy Chaos you either saw the memes or heard he's OP and wanted in, not realizing he's been nerfed since. Idiot

If you picked Baiken you're horny AND a weeb. But honestly I get it

If you picked Testament you're probably a goth, nonbinary, or both, and you're just happy to be represented. Good for you

If you picked Bridget then she's probably the only reason you even bought this game

If you picked Sin you're kind of boring but not quite as boring as people who pick Ky. You might still be pretty cool

If you picked Bedman you were just looking for the weirdest character in the cast and automatically picked that one. If Bedman hadn't been out yet, you would probably have picked Faust

If you picked Asuka you're a nerd and I'm shoving you in a locker

If you picked Johnny you either think you're funny as fuck, or you have ADVANCED main character syndrome. It's inoperable. We have to amputate

If you picked Elphelt you're a lesbian

[grotesque-marvel]

Heeey!!! May I ask you to draw Benrey and Gordon swap au? :P

(Or something like that lol)

had way too much fun with the idea. since i am a 'benrey is barney but possessed/overtaken by an alien parasite' truther i like to imagine that in the swap au gordon accidentally fucking. touched the aliens shattered petri dish in an experiment gone wrong and Oops! All parasite . don't ask why a theoretical physicist was handling biohazards ok I'm not That smart .

anyways this sadly means that in this au benrey is just. plain old barney from black mesa. buti still like to think that gordon calls him benrey just to piss him off (he still can't pronounce barney properly and he's too ashamed to fess up to it. still a nerd loser)

[royhasissues]

Ackernui baby! He doesn't have a name yet bc I'm terrible at naming

Other details since he's not colored:

he has lighter grey skin than Toa

His hair is dark brown (like almost black) and very curly

He has brown eyes

The markings on a goliath are not tattoos. They're born with them. However, BDW seems to do it a little differently, where they ARE tattoos (given that the Makani Islands are very Māori inspired...), so ig it's ok that I forgot to draw them lol. I'm a little on the fence on that, but ig it helps me---I don't have to draw intricate patterns on a baby

Toa probably is the one who names him and is very excited to take him home to the Makani Islands and teach him about his culture :) Felix is very overwhelmed for obvious reasons (brother trauma) and has a hard time coming to terms with the fact that the kid is basically his

Design-wise, he leans more toward Toa bc I feel like he'd have the most input. Like, Felix doesn't have strong ties to the Raven Queen or anything, and while he strives to bring peace to Coravachia, he's kinda disillusioned (and incredibly ashamed) with the country as a whole. So, the baby's mostly raised with Toa's spirituality and culture. HOWEVER, Felix is a huge nerd, so he'd teach the kid his history: ie; the history of Coravachia and Stryga as a whole.

I'm not good with digital art (or drawing babies), so this is what you get lol

[soup-her-naturals]

Season 1 Episode 1: Pilot

Quote of the ep: No chick flick moments

Rating: 0/6 on the Kinsey Scale

Soup: Paprika-zucchini soup, inspired by Mary and girlfriend being OBLITERATED on the ceiling, which this soup can do to your guts if you add more heat with tabasco or whatever

Ingredience:

Onion (1-2)

Garlic (4 cloves)

Bell peppers (2)

Zucchini (2)

Tomatoes (4)

Carrot (1)

Bouillon (1 cube per 0.5 L water)

Smoked paprika powder

Salt

Pepper

Thyme

Parsley

Creme fraiche (125 mL)

What to do:

Chop everything up, also skin the carrot. Don't forget to boil water Saute the onion in a lil oil until glassy, then add the garlic and carrot. Add the bell pepper and zucchini, stir for like 5 mins. Add tomatoes and add ur herbs and spices. I'm not adding amounts because I just eyeball it (add a lot). Add water and bouillon (however much u want, make it thicc or thin but make it nice), boil for 15 mins. Add creme fraiche and puree to completion. Serve with parsley as garnish and chuck some 'basco in there. Enjoy!

Now for the Review:

Honestly the opening of the pilot was so good. They ate so much with the monster of the week format, and the pilot really sticks to that. You set the scene with the happy American family and BOOM mom's on fire on the ceiling? Who dunnit! It's so dramatic with the room EXPLODING (her pussy popped, severely). It's so over the top it's basically drag at this point.

Kinda cute how they mirror the happy family moment with Sam and his girlfriend (I am not ashamed I forgot her name immediately, I have worked 10 h without pissing today, and why the fuck does her Smurf crop top have a boob slit) which may be a good indicator that she's gonna super die in the next 5 minutes. So many women in this fridge they're gonna need a walk-in!

Dean coming in with the 'Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days' is a nice opener too. We all have a concept of what hunting is I guess but What Does That Mean in This Context. Then Sam chiming in with 'what was he hunting?' and off they pop with a shit ton of weapons.

I remember being intrigued by the woman in white because when I first watched this that my region has a lot of folklore regarding lady ghosts including women in white, though they are often a lot cuntier tbh. It's cool that the thing she says parallels 'dad hasn't been home' except it's 'I can never go home,' and she tries to lure dudes to her house with her. In a way the boys will never be able to go home either due to their huntership.

Love that they chose Mulder and Scully for their aliases, also a classic series I'd like to rewatch.

God they really made Sam a nerd for telling a goth chick that her pentagram is not rebellious at all but PrOtEcTiOn aGaInSt eViL SpIrItS. If he went to a real school as a kid he should've been put in a locker.

GHOST CAR is an element I forgot happened right off the bat in the pilot. It's a good way to establish that Car should not be meddled with lest the weekly spook shall face Dean Winchester's wrath.

"No chick flick moments." We get it, you're a man. Talking feelings is a no-go. The performative masculinity is appropriate for the zeitgeist but nowadays we talk about our feelings because we're not catholic anymore Daniel. -> proceed to create Chick Flick - the show for boys

Sam coming in with the hard questions: "have you heard of a white women?" the guy: "you think. THAT has something to do with ❤ Constance ❤ Begone Thot 🔪" Thank god white women aren't real

ok one thing I find kinda stupid that they have to explain Da Rules for every new monster thing they introduce, like how ghosts will eventually be established to be weak against salt and iron or whatever. I get it for the monster-of-the-week format but these guys are supposedly life-long hunters so they must know how to deal with the various things that go bump in the night.

Do we think the majority of the pilot budget went into the OBLITERATION scene for the woman in white being reunited with her kids? It looked like some nice practical effects along with... maybe a lot of CGI for that time?

Jess is the girlfriend's name and she has been obliterated. Not enough budget remaining to explode another house on-screen it seems. RIP in fucking pieces babe, at least you didn't have to act with Padelecki anymore after this.

Very fun pilot, they really managed to intrigue. Rated 0/6 on the Kinsey scale <3

[glassbxttless]

Ok this match making business has got me intrigued ngl. But I feel bad about asking you to share your husband 😭, but I promise to treat him nicely and not to break him!

I'm 5'3, and am an ambulatory wheelchair user! I'm a medium curvy girl that's a member of the ittie bittie tittie brigade. I've been dying my hair bright and unnatural colours for 27 years and the last 4 I've had an ear to ear undercut of around 2 inches wide. I've had a devil's lock and side part for I think 23ish years? And I'm scared to change that, lol. I have A LOT of surgical scars that I'm not ashamed of! People don't like seeing them? That's a them problem!

I'm a dressmaker who specialises in made to measure and altering lingerie. I'm a huge fantasy nerd and love murder mysteries and spooking shows, but fuck clowns! Halloween is my favourite holiday/season. I'm a metalcore girly through and through, but i do like other types of music as well.

My hobbies are going to gigs, going to conventions, crochet/knitting/embroidery (immortalising your words), watching movies feeding your Joseph Quinn addiction 🤭.

Favourite movie; toss up between Hocus Pocus and Spree.

Favourite tv show ; Hannibal and Buffy the Vampire (L)Slayer

Favourite bands; Papa Roach, A7X, INK, Djo and Self Deception.

Keagan, babes— you bribed me into matching you with Sam.

He’d be so down to binge a murder mystery with you. He’d also be making jokes about having matching scars.

And I feel like he’d be able to sit quietly in a room doing his own thing while you’re doing embroidery or knitting or crocheting. He’d always be peeking over to see your progress. And he’d love the time spent together.

Now.

your unbribed match, is Tom.

I really feel like he’d love to sit and watch films and shows with you. Idk I just think he’s a pretty little cuddle bug. My certified lover boy™️

Enjoy

[sugarydeceit]

gay smilk moments

so dating the fictive in my partner's system shit again, feeling giggly and need to just be a gay bun about it

ok, gay moments to think about in the brain skull rn.

he calls me his dolly, especially when my brain is having a hard time that day.

he's helped me open my eyes to things about myself, my trauma, and things I've repressed or pushed away and avoided, let me cry

and in a lullaby tone after, soothes and comforts. and uses sweet sillies as distractions after, or beautiful heartfelt prose, poetry, music, art, etc.

a new nickname/pet name daily. I swear he fires them off like ricochet and I'm never emotionally prepared fully.

I yap and get emotional or autism stim and flap my hands and go on about hyperfixations and he listens. listens and listens and listens. I get shy after and then he says he just loves my soft and gentle voice.

flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt flirt gODS he's a sappy flirt. like. poetry prose shakespear shit (THUS HIS NICKNAME)

actively shoves shadownilla at me and smiles and goes 'us' with a shit eating grin, knowing it flusters me, especially when it's tragic and or sappy.

I could bring up an idea for something to do as a hobby and he just listens and nods and goes absolutely with heart eyes. and I offer choices for us to do he'd like and prefer, but he always chooses what he knows will get my brain and heart so happy.

rambles about the things he loves and he's such a dork. a shitlord, a little gremlin, a prankster, a trickster, a tease, a silly who just wants to have fun and be chaotic.

inspires and encourages me to be authetncially me, even the parts I think are+

too much or ugly. whether it's my self ship side I'm shy about w him cuz he's a fictive and I know he's not source (he eats it up REGARDLESS)

romantic. how the fuck do I explain how suave, romantic, flirty, smooth, and sweet he is with how he hits me when I need it most?

has actively cuddled me in calls with movies, kissed my cheek, said he cant wait to twirl me. has said such sappy, personal deep, profound, philosophical, and sweet shit it's made my day instantly better.

caregiver. meal plans, asking if I've eaten, making sure I have, the rennie to my little, thinks it's cute when I regress and doesn't make me feel ashamed and lets me live in the moment, cultivates my interests and hobbies and inspires me to try new things.

musical and theater nerd. do I have to elaborate. 11. will go from tucking me in with a goodnight, a kiss, and a sweet little love send off and then send tik tok memes fgjhavf jkavet

has made a game of getting me to see if I know he's in front or not and has had the best time doing it, and every time I do it's like I get the winner bell with all the love and kisses and affection a bunny could want

u know the love is real when u both can tease and playfully insult each other and never actually be upset

HIS WHEEZES AND GIGGLES WHEN HE LAUGHS. I SWEAR THE STAR IS A GIGGLY BITCH AND IT MAKES ME SO FUCKING SAPPY AND GAY AND IT'S THE CUTEST SHIT TO WITNESS.

somehow loves all my jokes and thinks I'm funny and that just gb alfvbuaevbtkua ;w; mannnn im not but knowing he thinks i am makes me so silly

has compared me to the comfort of baked bread, berries, and petrichor after a long drought. that's the sweetest shit

[onedirectioner123]

harry styles fanfic part 1 ''a stylist becomes a style''

my name is Haley I am one directions stylist the year is 2013 and your currently waiting for the boys to come out of the shower and get ready for there show the job is not easy its a lot with the paps and all the screaming fans but I wouldn't change it for the world because I got to meet Harry , my thoughts come to a stop when I hear someone walk through the door I turn my head around and I see Harry in a towel I blush and I hand him his clothes I say '' here you go '' he looks at me and takes the clothes from my hand he says ''thanks'' I look at him and smile a slight blush forming on my cheeks ''no problem now go get dressed and when you come back I can blow your hair dry '' he smiles and says ''ok'' he then walks out of the room for a moment and I let out a breath god he's so perfect, a minute passes and he renters the room ''hey that looks good on you'' I say blushing "c'mon I'll blow dry your hair" he smiles and says " thanks " I blow dry his hair he looks up at me with his glowing green emerald eyes ok your done , and good luck ok I know you'll do great" he looked at me and said " thanks haley your the best love" I look at him blushing "no problem Harry I'm glad to do it" I hug him and give him a kiss on the cheek "good luck" I say he smirks "thanks, bye love " I watch as he walks out of the room, god I have a crush on Harry styles

AFTER THE SHOW

i wait for the boys in the room the door slowly creaks open I get excited that I get to see Harry again, then Louis comes in the room a big smile plastered on his face ''hey Lou , how was the show'' I say smiling he looks at me a little smile on his face his ocean blue eyes staring into mine ''it was great thanks for asking'' I smile ''good so where are the other boys '' Louis looks at me a smirk forming on his face ''haley I know you like harry it isn't hard to tell you know '' I look up at him flustered ''i never said that Lou oh my gosh'' he looks at me and chuckles ''i can tell you know we all can its nothing to be ashamed of you should just tell him how you feel'' I look at him ''you really think he feels the same way cmon Lou he's all that he's so perfect and I'm just some nerd who wears glasses , I'm nothing compared to him he's way too good for me '' Louis looks at me a sad look in his eyes and pulls me in for a hug my eyes starting to water slightly ''darling don't say those things your beautiful love and don't let anyone tell you , you aren't '' I smile at him ''thanks Lou your so sweet'' , louis was always like a brother to me he was my best friend we always hung out and he was always there for me and I was always there for him, Louis breaks my thoughts when he says that the boys are coming I pull away from Lou and start folding clothes like nothing happened the door open and in comes all the sweaty boys I see niall ,liam , Zayn and then there's Harry he looks exhausted they come in and I tell them they all did so good on the show.

ON THE TOUR BUS

we get on the tour bus after we've packed everything I haven't spoken to Harry yet I'm currently blow drying my hair when someone opens the door , I turn around and see him , Harry standing there I speak ''oh uh hey Harry sorry Ill get out of your way I was just blow drying my hair'' he smirks God that cheeky smirk ''your fine doll take your time I like to watch'' he said a blush on my cheeks forms ''oh ok'' I finish blow drying my hair Harry staring at me ,I say ''ok I'm done'' Harry smirks again ''ok doll go get some rest you need it for looking so pretty all the time '' he said I blush and just walk out of the room and see all the boys sitting on the tour bus seats play some card game Louis the first to speak up ''hey Haley wanna play '' he says smiling ''uh sure'' I say and walk over to take a seat by Louis , we play some card game and 20 minutes pass and Harry walks out of the bathroom I a t-shirt and joggers but he still looks so effortlessly sexy ''hey what ya playing '' he says in a deep and husky British accent , niall snaps me out of my imagination he says ''yeah Harry come play we're gonna start a game of truth or dare'' Harry smirks and sits next to me ''ok sounds good '' he nudges my side slightly winking at me we start the game Liam says ''ok niall truth or dare '' he smirks and looks at niall ''uh gonna go with truth'' Liam smirks and says ''is it true you hooked up with Selena gomez'' he said smirking niall blushed ''its true but she hasn't talked to me since'' I smile and Louis of course makes some comment Harry smirks and says ''ok my turn to ask '' he says and looks at me ''haley truth or dare'' I look and say ''truth'' he smiles ''haley is it true you don't have a boyfriend '' I smile and I say ''its true '' he smirks and puts his arm around me ''good to know '' he said I blush and Louis immediately shoots me a look I smile ''ok how about we play seven minutes in heaven '' Louis says and chuckles and Harry says '' I'm ok with that '' ok boys lets talk '' Louis says ''haley and Harry your seven minutes in heaven '' I look at Harry and Harry still has a even more cheeky smirk on his lips ''ok cmon haley'' harry says walking over to the closet holding out his hand for me to take ,I give all the boys a death stare and take Harry's hand his touch soft and we walk into the closet and he closes the door behind us I look at him its dark in the closet but I can still see Harry's glowing green eyes '' we don't have to do anything you know'' I say Harry look at me and licks his lips ''what if I want too'' he says my heart starts to beat rapidly and I feel his hands go up to my waist my cheeks are hot I feel hom inching closer is he going to kiss me ?....

TO BE CONTINUED

[deputyclover]

True Lab

Undyne: What's going on?

THAT ANIME LOVING, INCIDENT CAUSER, LIZARD SON OF A B*TCH HAS CEROBA'S KID!!

What?

Ceroba: ALPHYS HAS MY DAUGHTER!!

WHAT!?!?

I KNOW! WE HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FIND ALPHYS FOR OVER A F*CKING HOUR!

Ok, we'll head to the lab then.

Undyne.

Yeah Clover?

Here.

*Clover gives Undyne the new light-weight armor.

We're finding that f*cking lizard.

*Undyne puts most of the armor on.

Whoa! This is... light!

Yeah, it has all of the properties of your last armor, but better. NOW WE ARE FINDING KANAKO!

*Clover turns around and starts heading to the lab with Ceroba following him.

Holy sh*t.

*The three eventually make it to the lab and find a note near a door.

A note? Let's see... "I messed up, I've been trying, but I'm a failure. I need to atone for my past mistakes. If you never hear from me again, enter the door north of this note. You deserve to see what I've done..."

Ceroba, Undyne, we're going in.

Yes, we must find Kanako!

I need to find that nerd!

Ok, into here.

*The three enter the elevator and Clover presses a button and the three wait for three seconds.

WARNING! WARNING! ELEVATOR LOSING POWER! EM TETHER STABILITY LOST! ALTITUDE DROPPING!

*When this is going on, Clover hugs Ceroba to help keep her safe, and out of fear.

*CRASH!

*Everyone is on the ground, with Undyne on the left side, and Ceroba getting off of Clover.

Is everyone ok?

Yeah, I'm good. Is Clover fine?

Yeah, I'm good.

*The elevator door opens as everyone steps out.

Where the hell are we?

Some secret lab?

Well you out of all of us would know about secret labs Ceroba.

*The three encounter Amalgamates along the way, and they are utterly confused until...

Momma?

*Everyone stops dead in their tracks.

Momma?

*Everyone slowly turns around as the Amalgamate hugs Ceroba.

Momma.

*Ceroba hugs Kanako back as Clover is making something.

Hey punk, what are you making?

I scanned the first one of these we found. I now have a formula. I need one of your spears.

Ok...?

*Undyne summons, and gives Clover a spear.

Thanks.

*Clover lightly cuts his right arm with it and make sure the blood gets into the mixture.

What the hell???

Blood is needed Undyne, Human Blood.

*Clover is adding more stuff with the stuff in the room they're in.

And done!

*Clover makes f*cking soup.

Is... Is that just soup?

Yeah, it should taste good.

*Clover offers amalgamate Kanako the bowl.

Hey Kanako, I need you to drink this. Ok?

*Kanako nods and drinks the soup... somehow.

Momma?

I love you so much.

L-love you more.

*Kanako shines bright yellow and flashes the room.

KANAKO!

*When the light dims, a 22 year old brown fox lays where Kanako once was.

Kanako: Ugh, my head...

Ceroba: Kanako?

Kanako: Momma? What happen-?

*Kanako gets instantly hugged by a crying Ceroba.

Soup. The ultimate healer.

Clover, how did you know that would work?

Undyne, I'm a jack-of-all-trades at times. I have my methods. Now, we must-

H-how..?

Alphys?

How did you cure her?

I... I gave her a special medicine.

It's soup Alphys. It's just f*cking soup.

Alphys, what have you been doing down here?

W-well... If you've read, the experiments mostly failed causing all of the dying monsters melting into these. I-I couldn't tell the families of them.

Alphys, I get it now. You were ashamed. But now, I need you to get everyone. Ok?

O-ok.

*Alphys leaves and gets the Amalgamates and Clover feeds them soup, healing them and bringing them back as they all thank Clover.

Bring em' home Alphys.

Th-thank you Clover.

No problem.

*Clover goes over to Ceroba and Kanako, who are still hugging.

Are you two ok?

Ceroba: Yes, thank you Clover.

Kanako: Wow! Are you a human?

Yes, yes I am.

Kanako: Are... Are you gonna hurt me like the last one?

Wha- Oh. No! I promise not to Kanako. Now come on, we got some stuff to do.

*Clover looks at Undyne.

Undyne, you coming?

No. I'm staying with Alphys.

Ok then. See you soon.

See ya punk!

*Clover leads the mother and daughter out of the lab.

Hey Kanako, I bet you would love to meet my daughter.

Kanako: Cool! I bet she's nice.

*The three step outside of the lab and run into Martlet, Starlo, Dalv, and the Feisty Four and they see Kanako.

Starlo: Is that... Kanako?

Ceroba: Yeah.

*Kanako hugs Starlo.

Kanako: Uncle Starlo!

*Starlo just stops there and bawls his eyes out.

[donnerpartyofone]

I had a dream that I had gotten heavily into a (fictional) indie rock band with a lot of thoughtful, poignant lyrics about life and relationships and stuff. I was telling people, "I don't usually listen to anything like this, but this is so good, it's my new favorite thing!" In reality I haven't listened to anything like that in years.

I started removing myself from poignant, thoughtful music about life and relationships and stuff during and after my Very Abusive Relationship, which semi-permanently alienated me from most forms of sentimental, romantic media--ESPECIALLY media that romanticizes destructive obsessions and shitty behavior, which is practically all media as you may have immediately realized. That stuff used to be fun before I actually lived through it and realized that it's always about infantile egomania and that I actually hate people who have to hurt others in order to feel like they have the slightest shred of efficacy/value/relevance in their own narrow little lives (which is a surprising number of people btw). The /bad romance/ thing seems so monolithic, like the biggest most desirable thing in the world, until you get right up close with your nose to it and you realize it's made out of particle board and vinyl siding and it has to be that big to cast an obscuring shadow over a whole lot of adult babies (sorry, adult baby community, I actually don't mean you) who are hoping you won't notice how spineless and pathetic they are. Spending a few years with someone who made it his business to scare the shit out of me and try to ruin my life, fairly publicly, had the one-two punch of making me feel like I simply wasn't good enough to be in one of those dark and brooding romances because otherwise why would he try to convince me I was nothing--and conversely, leaving me totally disillusioned about dark and brooding romances because I had been up close and seen how the sausage was made and it's not remotely as exotic and delicious as people try to tell you it is. It's just off-brand baby food, left on the shelf long past its expiry.

Right after that was over another factor pulled me away from poignant, thoughtful music about life and relationships and stuff, which was working in an open-plan office next to the tech guy pool. Us sensitive, artistic nerds in the production department had a pretty high-stress job that required constant focus, and we were pretty much only ever noticed by the overlords if one of us screwed something up; we were constantly being monitored not just for poor performance, but for potential political incorrectness or any little thing that could be construed as an HR problem--and in the meantime, the tech guys were literally screaming misogynistic jokes and racial slurs and throwing shit at each other, sometimes hitting us or our computers, but the executives had this hypnosis telling them that tech guys are Valuable so everything they do is OK forever. One of my main coping mechanisms was to get heavily into metal and harsh noise: anything with a cathartically brutal wall-of-sound quality and no discernible lyrics to speak of, that prevented me from having to hear anyone around me or even think about other people and their emotions. This kind of music became a huge passion for me, so in a way it was a net positive experience.

Nowadays I don't have a lot of time for music, which seems crazy even to me, like I don't want to be one of those sociopaths who say they don't listen to music! I just have to spend a LOT of time watching movies, when I have time for A/V entertainment, and I don't drive or have a commute anymore, so that's pretty limiting. When I do have time for music, it's a weird 7-10 split of trashy hype dance music like Atari Teenage Riot or Rob Zombie (or other things I'm too embarrassed to mention atm) to burn off my anxiety and give me a temporary ego boost that I can feel ashamed of later, and on the other hand, really heady, long ambient or experimental compositions, preferably with no vox. I think I'd like to get more into jazz and classical music and I occasionally go down a youtube rabbit hole that I really enjoy, but not much sticks because it turns into information overload and I get distracted.

Sometimes for whatever neurotic reason I have this allergic reaction to our collective preciousness about Human Drama, like why don't we have anything better to think about? There's some Herzog quote, I won't know how to find it, where he wonders why people always make movies about interpersonal problems, why not the drama of insect life, of cellular activities, of geological metamorphosis? And I really feel that way, often. But for some reason I am now dreaming that I've found some thoughtful, poignant indie rock band with lyrics about life and relationships and stuff that I cannot get enough of and I'm telling the world. I wonder what shifted to make me imagine that.

[ask-silent-death]

👀😔💦 for Dillon and Nils

👀 - What do they look for in a sexual partner?

Dillon: I like someone that can accept me even if I have a gross gift.

Nils: as long as you understand that I'm a nerd. We are ok. I also find other gamers nice.

😔 - Any sexual fantasies/kinks they’re ashamed of?

Dillon: slight knife play. I would never hurt my partner with out their permission

Nils: I like a lot of hentai games.

💦 - Any traits or physical attributes that really turn them on?

Dillon: long hair is nice... or eyes that say what you want to say without saying it

Nils: if you cosplay.. I will love it...

[chelleztjs18]

Not that I'm ashamed of my faith, but I'm glad I didn't make you uncomfortable because I know that people (sometimes still myself included) can get triggered by religious talk because of the way some religious people veiw being gay and so forth. And I didn't want to make you uncomfortable since that was the opposite of what I was trying to do.

Ok, I'm gonna nerd out a bit but I love archery. I did it as a kid but gave it up as I got older. I really want to get back into it though.

And girl, I keep everything bottled up to. It's definitely not the healthiest, but I do so because I can't/don't trust to talk to people. But finding an outlet to let things out so the bottle doesn't overflow is so important, and I hope you find that.

Ok, I'm going to stop filling up your inbox now. Apologies.

No, it's okay.. i totally got what u meant. I'm not religious but i hv my faith. I believe in God, hell, heaven, prayers n i believe in do good to others. Nothing can make me leave my faith. I just dont go to churches n things. I think church n the rituals r just things people create n going to church or not wont define u as a good catholic/christian. N i believe God will listen to our prayer whereever u pray at, not just in church. (I hope i dont offend u n other christians in here.)

I actually prefer not to talk about religion to be honest. I meant i dont mind n i dont care with wht people believe. It's their right. I'm pretty open n flexible. I'm no angel, so who am i to judge, right?

Oh u did archery? What bow? Thats cool! I just started, so im no pro at all 😅 n still hv a lot to work on.

Yeah, usually when it get overwhelming with my bottled up feelings, i usually either blow up or stay quite n dissapear for a bit n come back whn im okay.

Only few people know. I tell only certain people openly about how i feel.

Dont worry, u r not filling up my inbox.. u r okay n welcomed to send asks. 😊 no need to apologize.

Cheerio!

[oranges-for-calico]

okay so I kind of just did a long bullet point list in my notes app, so i'm just going to pick some of them and copy them here! spoilers for Broadchurch season one! :) also like.. source material typical content warnings apply. and these were as I was watching so I got a little heated at times sorry about that

also these might be like not entertaining at all. I really don't know

also the dog ends up being okay so don't worry

EPISODE ONE - i looove the trope of somber/creepy music over happy scene. - i like the detective lady so far she’s so passive aggressive. also she’s returning from maternal leave or something - ALEC HARDYYYY

- “cameraphone” what decade is this - 2013, presumably

- “go down to check it out get yourself some fresh air” SENDS HIM. TO THE DEATH SITE OF A CHILD - JACOB ANDERSON AKA LOUIS IS IN IT WHATTTT

- fucking asshole. of course it was fucking twitter this is why twitter sucks. not fucking cool - GO OFF ALEC. BLOODY TWITTER - he’s a little shit is fucking right. die olly - wow the news industry seems very exploitative.

- “why didn’t you look in on him last night” WOAHH THERE - “why didn’t you” - “where were you last night” OOP - YOU HESITATED

- news lady fucking die. heartless fucking asshole who would do that. i hate you. the entire news industry should go die actually how disrespectful can you get

EPISODE TWO

- cctv footage hell yeah alec - alec are u ok - character trope: you think he’s mean but he’s actually just fucking miserable 24/7 - beth is not doing okay omg - rory!!!:)

- who asks a 15 year old for a light - oh she gave the stuffy back oh aw okay she’s kinda sweet fuck. sorry i told you to die reporter lady - “so you’re snooping on me now” SMOOTH LMFAO - how tf can you not remember your mates name. his story has so many holes - i think it’s a red herring though ? dude idk how this show works - you are not slick bro - why is he making that face - HIS PRINTS ARE THERE HAHAHAHHA

EPISODE THREE

- dude i could not commit a murder for many reasons but specifically i would not be able to come up with lies like that

- “you overcompensate” “i know”

- ur alibi is rubbish - there’s bloods in the boat mark. - eeee i’m scared of fishing hooks. that one time we looked at them in girl scouts scared me - “because i’m ashamed innit”

EPISODE FOUR

- nice to see alec in a good mood

EPISODE FIVE

- they’re making tom act as danny in the reconstruction ??? brutal - i keep forgetting this shows from 2013 - okay i hate the fact that the age of consent is 16 there

- awww look at them gossiping - bro i’m sorry i just *can not sympathize with a man who married a 17 year old when he was 40* - oh—

EPISODE SIX - why the creepy music? is toms dad sus - “i’m always alright” that’s a very The Doctor thing to say

- “i didnt assault him it was a joke gone wrong” that’s not a great sentence - WHY do people get so defensive when they’re being questioned. IF IT WASNT YOU JUST PROVIDE THE EVIDENCE . YOU DONT NEED TO GET ANGRY

- oh boy tom what have you got. i mean you’re very sneaky so good job on that but girl please just tell the police what’s going on………..

- dean lives on a farm haha nerd - wow alec is not doing well

- “he used to be my friend” interesting wording tom

- girl nigel did you just steal the dog - that’s not nice - FIND HER BASTARD DOG. NAEW - NON NPLEASE DONT KILL THE DOG - NINOJIJNNO - NOPE

EPISODE SEVEN

- “you nearly died on me” “neowww” - alec you are literally out of breath pleasee go back to the hospital - i love how alec wears a button up over another button up that’s so gay

- OMGGGGGGG SUSAN KNOWS WHO IT IS!!! - tbh i bet it’s nigel, he’s mean and (probably) killed the dog

- ?? - actually do tell alec i’m really curious - oh?? were you having an affair? - OH. SHE WAS HIS WIFE

- FUCK NO NOT THE DOG NO NO - fuck no. no no no no - the dog is okay as of now

EPISODE EIGHT

- OKAY. - NOT THAT IM SURE YET BUT. TOMS DAD IS THE PERFECT KILLER. HES BEEN HERE IN THE BACKGROUND THIS ENTIRE TIMR BUT. HES NEVER BEEN A PRIME SUSPECT - SHOE SIZE MENS TEN FUCJ YEAH - “you’ve done good work on this miller, well done.” - THE SUSPENSE OMGGG - allllec.

- 59 DAYS EARLIER THIS WILL BE GOOOOD

- SHUT UUUUP HES INTERROGATING MILLER LMFAO - it was indeed joe. harsh though lol - can alec get some proper medical attention now

- and i thought they’d hug - FINISHED:)

if you found this entertaining lmk and I will post my notes from season two and three maybe :3 also I took notes while watching deadloch too

i watched Broadchurch last year and took notes like the entire time, would anyone be interested in me posting some of the funny ones?

[justmeinadaze]

In the Eye Of the Beholder ( Eddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Ok let me start this by saying we all agree that Joseph Quinn/ Eddie Munson is gorgeous. Lately, I've been seeing a a lot of Plus size stories with Steve and or Eddie being with a plus size reader which are all dope! I did notice a common theme though where the reader is insecure about their physique and these 2 characters need to show them how beautiful they are. Now when I was kid I did have some insecurities about my weight but that vanished pretty quickly. I love my body and like the character in this story I'm proud of what I've done with it. That's the prospective I tried to write from here.

To all my beautiful souls out there that may be struggling with their body image I want you to know that your feelings are valid. You are beautiful inside and out. And NEVER be ashamed of who you are. <3.

Warnings: Eddie feels ashamed about his body. Friends to lovers. Loss of virginity. Protected and unprotected sex (stay safe!), handjob (m receiving).

Word Count: 3,330

You and Eddie had been best friends for years. The minute you met him after he moved into the trailer park with his uncle you knew this is someone you wanted in your life forever. As you both got older, you grew more into your personalities and, of course, your bodies. Eddie started getting into metal music and what you called his “nerd vices” like Dungeons and Dragons and Lord of the Rings. You loved that 80’s synth pop and came to enjoy sports especially volleyball. You were ecstatic when you made the team. Eddie made fun of you but you knew he was proud.

Eddie shot up in height and by high school he prominently towered over you with his broad shoulders. Where Eddie went vertical your body seemed to move horizontal with your tummy and hips expanding to being bigger than what people deemed as “normal”. It genuinely didn’t bother you though or Eddie for that matter. You two would go out, filling up on burgers and milkshakes till you felt like you were going to explode. You were captain of the Varsity team at school and had some of the best stats in Hawkins. You never felt like your body slowed you down and the only opinion that matter to you was Eddies.

When the girls would giggle behind your back Eddie would shout something crass like “Hey! Ladies? I assume you’re laughing because you just don’t understand.” He gestured his hand up and down your body. “This is what a beautiful woman looks like! Maybe when you finally grow up and grow into your tits it will make sense!” You would push his shoulder playfully and he would just pretend to be confused. 

It wasn’t until your freshman year that you really started to look at Eddie that way. You noticed him casually talking to Chrissy Cunningham and you felt a fire light inside of your belly.

“You seem angry.”

“I’m not angry. I will be though if you keep pushing me!”, you snap at him.

He holds up his hands defensively. “Woah. Ok.” Eddie tosses you a sideways glance before lightly tapping your shin with his sneakers. “I don’t like her like that you know?”

You turn your head away from him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh.” He pushes his tongue into the inside of his cheek, smirking in your direction. 

“Look, Edward”, you sneer at him, “I don’t care who you talk to especially miss rah rah.” You move your hands like you’re shaking pom poms. His still smirking at you his grin growing the more you deny the accusation. “Whatever. I’m going home.”

As you turn, you feel his hand reach out and grip your elbow, turning you abruptly. He places a soft kiss on your lips and it feels like everything lights up in your body from your head to your toes. When he pulls back and you open your eyes you can see that same feeling shimmer through his own. You beam up at him and try to shake the arm that is still gripped in his hand. 

“Ow.”

Eddie quickly let’s go suddenly embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I, uh, didn’t mean to grab you so hard.”

You’re the one with the smug grin now but you are so elated by what just what happened. You lean over and kiss his check. “I’m fine Eddie. I have enough cushion and I’m not made of glass.”

After that moment, the two of you finally pushed past friendship and moved into the realm of lovers. You guys went on dates and events around Hawkins. He went to all of your games even though he would rant occasionally about sports being “forced conformity”. You watched him play D & D with the Hellfire club and went to every show at The Hideout where he played with his band. One of your favorite dates was when you surprised him by taking him to a tattoo parlor just outside of the town.

“Baby! What should I get?” He shouted without looking up from the binder he was browsing. You slowly come up behind him, wrapping your arms around to his chest. He raises his left arm so you can twist your head around to see.

“Why don’t you get a nerdy one? ‘I went to Mordor and all I got was this silly tattoo’?” 

His cheeks puff out slightly as he holds in his laugh. His arm comes back around to hold you in a playful head lock. “You know, you’re hilarious. Jokes like that? Never EVER get old.”

You smile up at him as he lets you go and bends down to kiss your forehead. “Eddie, get whatever you want. I’m paying for it for your birthday.” 

He finally makes a choice and the tattoo artist brings us back to a room to get started. Eddie reaches up and takes off his Hellfire shirt, handing it to you. You freeze staring at his chest. Now, you two had definitely fooled around. His mouth had been on you and fingers inside of you. You had gone down on him multiple times but the two of you haven’t actually been naked in front of each other yet. The last time you saw him without a shirt he was 12 when you guys had gone swimming in the lake. He was a man now and the way he was currently rubbing his huge hand over his stomach wasn’t helping. 

“Hey! Stop ogling me like I’m a common hussy!” Eddie’s hands shot up to cover his pecs. You blink back to the moment, laughing at him.

“You keep looking that good and I’ll have to start treating you like one.” You follow it with a wink. 

His head dips the side and he bites his tongue. You’ve won this round. 

“Ok, Lovebirds! Either get a room or lay down dude.” The tattoo guy holds the stencil ready.

Eddie lightly slaps your ass as he heads for the chair in the middle of the room.

After that moment, it wasn’t long till you two decided you were ready for that next step. The first time he saw you fully naked in front of him was like he had discovered Atlantis. His hands and lips roamed every part of your curves and skin. His beautiful, brown eyes were full of nothing but love and compassion. You never wanted anyone else to look at you the way he does.

“Ok, um, are you sure about this? It might hurt, I’ve heard.” He was hovering just above you with his hands resting on your cheeks. Your legs were wrapped about his waist and his condom covered cock was waiting near your entrance.

“Yeah”, you whisper. “I’m ready.”

He reaches between you and slowly pushes his tip inside of you causing you both to let out a moan. Eddie starts slowly moving his hips, still guiding himself with his hand. 

“Eddie”, you groan out his name and his eyes immediately come up to meet yours.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No, no. I mean a little but it’s ok. That was a good moan. I promise.” 

He lets a sigh of relief and pleasure. He’s enjoying himself and he wants you to be to. It’s not long be he’s all the way sheathed inside of you. His arm comes back to other side of your head. He’s still pumping his hips incredibly slow and you can hear him murmuring things between your neck and shoulder. 

“Baby”, you reach for his face but he can only lift his head enough to rest on your forehead. “Baby, tell me what you’re saying. I can’t hear you.” His eyes are squeezed shut and you lean your lips up to meet his. “I want to hear you.”

He swallows a moan before he finally speaks. “So…good. You feel…so tight. I can’t…I don’t…”

“You don’t what, baby? Tell me.”

“I don’t want to go slow.”

You run your hands through his hair moving it so you can whisper in his ear. “Then don’t.”

With your permission now given, his hips start moving faster. You moan out his name over and over into his ear as he places his head back near your neck. You feel that coil start to tighten in your belly and you begin to grind your hips to meet his. Eddie immediately gets up on his hands like he’s about to do a push up and looks down between your bodies. He leans back down on one of his elbows as his other hand reaches down to aggressively rub your clit. You practically scream as the coil snaps. Eddies pace slows as your pussy clenches around him.

“Fuck!” he grunts out as he thrusts into you slower but harder. You grip on to his shoulders tightly as he spills into the condom with one more hard push. It takes him awhile before he realizes your chest underneath him is shaking. He lifts his head to look at you and is shocked to see you crying.

“Oh Sweetheart. I didn’t…I shouldn’t have been so rough. I’m sorry. I—”, Your hand comes up to cover his mouth. 

“I’m not crying because you hurt me. I’m just”, you move your hand and replace it with your lips. “I’m just happy. I love you, you idiot.”

He grins down at you as he wipes away your tears. “I love you to, mean.”

It was now a few years later. You made it into a college with a scholarship thanks to your sport and stellar grades at Hawkins High. Eddie was working at a record shop just around the corner from the apartment you both shared. He still played guitar hoping one day to become a serious musician. You both couldn’t be happier… or so you thought. 

Eddie had been a little out of sorts lately. He had told you he was just exhausted from the shifts he’s been working but it still didn’t sit right with you. You didn’t want to push him. You figured he’d tell you if something was really wrong. You should have known better. After all these years, you know Eddie is going to wait until his top blew and tonight seemed to be that night. 

You were working on some schoolwork at your desk when Eddie had stomped in from work slamming the front door behind him. The sound of him banging cabinet doors echoed from the kitchen. You make your way towards that area and lean in the doorframe, your arms folding across your chest. 

“So, not a good day then?” You say casually as he pops the top of some whiskey and pours into a small glass. 

He turns his body towards you and leans against the counter. “What gave it away?” He replies sarcastically as he takes a sip. Oh, he wants to fight. He’s angry about something and you want to help him get it out so you decide to play his game.

“Should I let finish your little tantrum or would you finally like to tell me why you’ve been so upset?”

Eddie chugs the rest of his drink and reaches over to pour another. “You know that little attitude”, he gestures at you with his finger, “isn’t helping.”

“Says the guy stomping around and slamming things like a 2-year-old.”

“If I need your help, I’ll ask for it. I don’t need you to mother me.”

“Then grow up and tell me what’s going on!” 

Eddie abruptly lifts his arm and throws the empty glass against the wall, shattering it behind you. You turn around and look at the mess. This completely new behavior. He’s never done anything like this before. When you turn back to meet him everything about him as changed. He no longer seems angry just extremely disappointed in himself as he realizes he fucked up. 

You open your mouth as a million different things run through your head. You’re worried about him but you’re also angry. You want to scream at him for crossing a line but you’re so confused at where this is coming from. You want to say something sassy so he feels as hurt as you do right now but you know he must be hurting already if it got to this point. You have so many things to say but all you manage to get out is a stern and forceful, “No.”

You turn and make your way towards the bedroom, him following hurriedly behind. “Y/N. Y/N, please! I am so sorry.” You try and slam the door in his face but he firmly blocks it with his palm. “Hey! Come on! Just talk to me.” He reaches for your arm and you angerly pull it away. You head for the closet and pull out our suitcase throwing it on your bed. When you turn to head back to grab some clothes, you barrel straight into Eddie’s chest as he grabs your shoulders. “Please! I just want to talk.”

You shove him away from you with all the strength you have. “NOW you want to talk?! After weeks of moping around and coming home today like this, now you want to talk?!” You push his chest again. “I figured ‘hey if it’s important he’d tell me ‘But I guess I was wrong if it’s bad enough for you to do… something… like …that!” In the middle of each word, you push at his chest again. “You do NOT get to do that, Eddie!”

You push your suitcase to the floor and sit on the bed crossing your arms again. You’re trying so hard not to cry but this may be a battle you end up losing. Eddie moves to your desk and slides the desk chair over till it’s directly in front of you and takes a seat. 

“How did you do it?” His question cutting through the silence. 

“Do what?”, you huff without look at him. 

“When the kids at school would make fun of you. How did you not let it bother you? You’ve always been so confident in who you are. I just…” he cuts himself off.

You look at him then. He’s leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His gaze looking through the floor into the past. 

You uncross your arms and shrug slightly. “I don’t know. I mean, it just never really bothered me. It’s my body not theirs and I’m proud of what I’ve done with it. Being big never stopped me from getting what I wanted. School, sports, you.” His eyes shift up to lock with yours. “Is someone making fun of you? Because you know I will kill them!”

He grins at you letting out a breathy laugh. “No, sweetheart, no one’s making fun of me.” He lets out a strong exhale as you reach out to take his hand in yours. “Occasionally, these kids come into the store and I listen to them talk. They’re into things I’ve never even heard of and then one of the new guys they hired is ripped with like this 6 pack. I just feel old and insecure.”

“First off, Edward Munson, you are 22 so calm down.” You both laugh. You stand up and pull at his hand to do the same. You guide him towards the bathroom and turn him so he’s facing the mirror. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?” He meets your eyes in the mirror shaking his head no.

You reach over and pull his shirt over his head so his chest is fully exposed. You come up behind him and reach around to run your hands down his chest over his tattoos. He closes his and lets out breath through his nose. You kiss his back down to his spine and circle around his side to his tummy. You trail up his stomach till you reach his chest. “I see a good heart who’s been there with me through everything. A beautiful stomach that has housed so many burgers and pizza in high school that we thought we’d puke.” His stomach vibrates against you as he laughs. You hop up on the counter and pull him closer to you with your legs. You run your hands down his back. “I see a strong sexy back that I get to kiss every morning.”

You unbutton his pants and push them down with your feet as your run your nails up his arms that are now placed on either side of you on the counter. “These arms that have carried me every time I was tired, sick, or even when it’s raining and you don’t want me to get my feet wet.” You rub your foot along his hairy leg. “These legs have run to me so many times when you get excited to see me and pick me up to give me a kiss. These particular legs also kicked Jason Carver’s ass when he called me a fat slut.” 

He chuckles at the memory. “Fucking asshole.”

You smile at him then realizing that almost all of the tension he had previously seems to have disappeared. You lean forward taking his cock in your hands. The sudden contact makes him twitch as he licks his bottom lip. You use your other hand to snake around his neck and pull down so his lip are close to yours. “This cock”, you continue in a low seductive voice that makes him growl from his throat. “Your cock has made me cum so many times and so hard that you’ve brought me to tears.” You bring your hand up to lick your palm, bringing it back between his legs as you pump your hand at a faster pace.

“Eddie, look at me.” His eyes shoot open as he lets a lets out a moan above your lips. “I love you for you. I always have. I don’t care about your physical structure or any of that cosmetic crap. The fact that you are handsome is just an added bonus. To me you ARE perfect. Fuck everyone else.” 

He reaches down to stop your hand and lifts you up from the counter to carry you into our bedroom. After throwing you to the bed, he reaches up to tug down your shorts and panties. He pulls you by the ankles towards the edge the bed where he is stands and grins as you giggle up at him. He brings his hand to his mouth and spits into his palm as he lubricates himself. You open your legs wide displaying your already wet pussy as you bite your bottom lip. 

He guides himself into you bottoming out with one push. You both let out a moan as he sets a brutally quick pace. He reaches around with his hand to rub your clit with his thumb. You shout his name as you cum, your body shaking. Eddie pushes your legs together pressing them to your chest as he thrust into you as harder as he can before he releases inside you. He falls on the bed next to you as you both pant trying to catch your breath. 

His head turns to look at you and you do the same. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He reaches for your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. “I honestly didn’t know how to say it. It felt stupid. I felt stupid.”

You bring his hand to your lips, kissing the back of it gently. You roll to your side and scoot closer to him using your other hand to caress his cheek. “Baby, it’s not stupid. You’re not stupid. You can tell me anything. You know that.”

“I know.”

“Now if you ever throw anything at me again, I will stab you.”

He laughs as he lets you go to hold up his hands defensively. “Okay. Okay. Fair! I better go clean that up.” He bends over to pull up his boxers kicking his pants to the side. He lingers in the doorway. “I’m going to make it up to you. Dinner on me, okay? How does some greasy burgers sound?”

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Testing the Merchandise

"Did you make them how I asked, nerd?" Trevor scowled at Brian, who shakily handed him the hoop earrings. "Yes, they will turn any girl you want into your bitchy girlfriend," Brian replied, ashamed of what he made, but not as ashamed as Victoria, his girlfriend, who hid in the bushes nearby. She had followed him because she had become suspicious of his late-nights at the campus lab and thought he could be cheating on her.

Trevor snatched the earrings from Brian's hand and examined them.

"They better work, dork," Trevor sneered. "I don't want to look like a fool."

Brian looked down at his shoes, feeling both ashamed and angry. He had never wanted to create something like this, but he couldn't take Trevor's bullying anymore. He had to find a way to make Trevor stop.

"I made them just like you asked," Brian said quietly. "Are we square now? You won’t bully me anymore like you promised?."

Before Trevor could reply, a sudden rustling in the bushes caught his attention. He turned, ready to lash out at whoever was interrupting them, but his anger turned to shock when he saw Victoria stumble out from behind the bushes.

"Victoria, what the hell?" Brian exclaimed. "Why are you here?"

"I followed you because I thought maybe you were cheating on me or something," Victoria admitted, looking embarrassed. "But now I see what's really going on and it’s way worse! Brian how could you make such a thing?"

“Please Victoria I can explain…” Brian began and started to launch into why he was doing all this. Trevor watched on the sidelines as a devious plan started to form in his head.

“Ok weasel, I’ll stop bullying you as agreed, but your little girlfriend here has to test the earrings first, that way I can be sure you didn’t sabotage them.” Trevor said, a sly smile spreading across his face.

He snatched the earrings from Brian's hand and turned to Victoria. "Put these on," he said, holding out the earrings.

“No! Don’t do it Victoria!” Brian said before Trevor swiftly punched him in the chest.

“I can keep bullying your loser boyfriend all year long.” Trevor said now swaying the earrings in front of Victoria.

Victoria looked hesitant, but Trevor's commanding tone made her feel like she had no choice. She took the earrings from him and put them on, feeling a strange sensation coursing through her body.

Victoria's hair began to glow with a vibrant shine and it seemed to grow longer and thicker, blonder. Her nails lengthened and took on a sharp point. Her breasts swelled with a voluptuous curve, straining against her tight top. Makeup materialized on her face, giving her an alluring, seductive quality. Even with her glasses on she looked like a knockout.

Her demeanour changed too. Her face twisted into a scowl, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Despite the cold, mean look on her face, Victoria had transformed into a stunning, sexy woman. Trevor couldn't believe his eyes. "Wow, those earrings really do work!" he exclaimed.

Victoria's voice was deeper and more commanding than before. "Yes, they do," she said with a sly smile. "And now that I have them on, I think I'm going to have some fun."

Trevor's grin widened as he watched Victoria move with a newfound confidence, strutting and swaying her hips as she walked towards him. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Hey, babe," Trevor said, reaching out to touch Victoria's arm. "You look amazing."

Victoria jerked her arm away from him. "Don't touch me," she growled, a look of disgust on her face. "I'm not your 'babe'."

Trevor felt a surge of anger and frustration, but he didn't want to let Victoria see it. Instead, he forced a laugh. "Ha, I guess you're too good for me now, huh?" he said, trying to play it cool.

Victoria just smirked at him. "You got that right," she said, before turning on her heel and strutting away.

“Victoria, please take those off," Brian said, his voice shaking slightly. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted to make Trevor stop bullying me."

Victoria turned to face Brian, her expression cold and unfeeling. "And now look at me," she said, gesturing to her transformed body. "I feel powerful and in control. Why would I give that up? Your girlfriend Victoria is gone, I’m Vicky now. We’re through loser."

Brian looked crushed as he watched this new mean girl disappear into the distance. But it was about to get a lot worse.

Trevor's fury was palpable as he watched his potential girlfriend walk away. He rounded on Brian, who was looking at him nervously.

"What the hell, freak?" Trevor spat. "I thought you said those earrings would make her my girlfriend, not turn her into some kind of stuck up bitch who’s too good for me!"

Brian took a step back, fear etched on his face. "I-I didn't know that would happen," he stammered. "I just wanted you to stop bullying me."

Trevor towered over Brian, his fists clenched. "You're going to make this right," he said through gritted teeth. "You're going to make me something that will turn me into the perfect man for a girl like Vicky. And it had better work, or I'll make sure you regret it."

Brian nodded, looking scared out of his mind. He knew that he had no choice but to obey Trevor's demands.

[r1ddlessy]

𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬

❝ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴍʙᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇᴇᴋ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴀᴄʜᴏᴛʜᴇʀ❞

warnings:fem reader

a/n: i feel like this is just the beginning, the tip of the iceberg if you will because i love this concept so much i want to create the BCU (bimbo cinematic universe) on this blog.

"This dress or this skirt and top?"

If anyone told klitz he'd be sitting on the beauty queen of his highschool's bed while she asked him his opinions on her outfits a year ago, he'd have laughed. now he simply pointed to the dress.

"I like the top and skirt, but pink is your signature baby."

His gentle smile and genuine interest made your heart swell. the fact he took the time to get to know you beyond your looks is what attracted you to him in the first place although your soft spot for nerds did help.

The first time he asked to borrow a pencil from you he was sure you'd be snarky and rude or even worse laugh in his face, but you simply handed him a fluffy pink one with a sweet smile. He was almost too stunned to thank you but once he did you giggled, kindly at his stupor not maliciously. After the class ended he tapped you gently on the shoulder, almost afraid to touch you, to return the pencil. When you turned around and blinked your mascara-coated lashes at him before smiling that embarrassingly affecting smile, he swore he had a mini heart attack.

"Thanks for the pencil, again." He managed to say thickly.

"No problem,I always bring spares! What's your name again?" You asked curiously.

"It's klitz, with a K." Blush seeped into his cheeks and he immediately regretted the addition.

"Klitz is such a cute name! I'm-" you replied brightly but klitz interrupted you.

"I know who you are." He said sheepishly. You furrowed your brows before you nodded understandingly. Your heart sank slightly as you wondered whether the cute guy who asked for your pencil already had a preconceived notion of you based on your reputation, and wouldn't be interested in getting to know you beyond that. klitz noticed your ruminating and worried he'd said something wrong, tried to distract from it.

"I've sat next to you since the beginning of the year, I think you're really smart." He said honestly as he started packing his things up.

"Really?" You asked, surprised that a typically academic person thought you were intelligent.

"Yeah, I don't really get a lot of this stuff but I need the grades so..." He rubbed the back of his neck akwardly.

"Well I could help you out if you want!" You offered immediately, before you could register what you'd said.

"Really?" Klitz raised an eyebrow questioningly, not convinced the prettiest girl he was starting to crush on was willing to spend time helping a social reject like him.

"Yeah! And maybe you can help me with some math and science stuff?" You asked hopefully. "We could do like double tutoring sessions together, it'll be fun!"

Klitz saw your hopeful expression and understood that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity, so it didn't take much to convince him. You clapped your hands together ecstatically.

"Amazing! Ok, here's my address." You scribbled it down on a scrap piece of paper and handed it to Klitz. "See you there around 5." You grinned and turned on your heels, walking away from klitz with a happy bounce in your step as klitz watched your back stupefied.

Right on the dot at 5 your doorbell rang and klitz stood sheepishly on your porch. You greeted him happily and pulled him inside, offering him lemonade or a coke. He politely declined and bit back a smile as you took him up to your bedroom, fighting back the urge to punch the air in glee.

"Ok, so what topics are you struggling with?" You asked as you gestured for him to sit on the pink beanbag while you sat at your desk.

"Probably the poetry module." he answered, distracted as he took in your room decor. The posters of pop stars and chick flicks brought a smile to his face, you clearly loved girlier things and weren't ashamed of it. You watched amusedly then quietly cleared your throat.

"As iconic as Britney is, we should really be focusing on Sylvia Plath here.”

Over half an hour passed without either of you noticing as you explained different themes and techniques to Klitz. He noticed how you’d occasionally mention your own interpretation you had but dismiss them as silly.

“I kind of feel like the Victorian nightgown could represent how she feels trapped in gender roles, but I may just be reading into it too much.” You shrugged with a smile and Klitz furrowed his brows.

“Everything in literature is up to interpretation, isn’t it?” He responded. “And I think your interpretation makes sense.” He smiled at you and you felt like swooning.

“Thanks, Klitz.” You tapped your pen against your desk at a hummingbird rate a few times before you regained your composure. “Ok, how about a snack break then we can get started with some chemistry?” Klitz nodded and slowly got up from his place on the beanbag.

“I made some chocolate-chip cookies ‘cause I assumed you’d like them...” You admitted sheepishly as you walked with him back down to the kitchen.

“I can’t think of anyone who doesn’t like them,” Klitz responded happily, overjoyed that you’d taken the time to bake for him.

“Exactly!” You agreed as you walked over to pull them out of the oven. “I had one before you came and I don’t want to brag, but it was pretty delicious.” You grinned and offered one to Klitz, your hands momentarily brushing. Klitz took a bite of his cookie as you watched anxiously for his reaction. Klitz’s eyes widened in shock, he wasn’t sure whether you were an incredible baker or his attraction to you was creating a placebo, but he was convinced this was the best cookie he’d ever eaten.

"These are amazing." He said as soon as he swallowed.

"Really?" Your eyes looked so bright and the sun was bathing you in a golden light. Klitz had never seen someone so beautiful. Moments passed and your question remained unanswered, until Klitz's head dipped lower and his lips pressed to yours. Your lips melted into the kiss and you pulled him closer, surprised but elated at the fact he made the first move. When you pulled away smudged lipgloss was around both your mouths and Klitz looked suddenly shy.

"Sorry,I don't know why I did that-"

"Klitz, shut up." You grinned and kissed him on the cheek. "We have a chemistry lesson to do!"