I recently did a BUNCH of tarot readings with a deck I hadn’t used in a while, and by the time I was finished, I could literally just feel my cards getting irritated and worn out. It was quite a strange sensation, but I finally felt like I could relate to the “big shot” diviners I look up to on Tumblr!
I’m going to say that if your cards decide they’re getting too tired after a certain number of readings, just say thank you, and put them away. I usually wrap mine up in a black shawl I have, and set a quartz crystal(for cleansing) and an amethyst(for psychic gifts and mental acuity) on top of them for a few hours.
Some ways you can bond with a tired deck(or if you just don’t want to do readings atm):
Sleeping with the deck under your pillow
Studying the cards themselves, I.e. the photos on each one
Practice shuffling and drawing cards
Coming up with your own meaning or even stories for each card based on your gut or the pictures
There’s lots of things you can do that don’t necessarily require actual readings that might wear out both you and your cards. But the more time you spend with them, the more in-tune you become with each other, and the more reliable and clear your readings can become! I would also suggest doing things not related to the deck itself, like studying tarot card meanings online, learning how to make your own spreads and finding spreads online. Learning how to handle your deck can make for a much more enjoyable experience with it!
Candlelight flickered across the table, the dim light casting dark shadows across Vegeta’s sharp features. His dark brows were pulled together, fingers drumming restlessly on the wooden dinner table. The waiter had long since kept his distance, especially after he’d asked Vegeta if he was ready to order for the fourth time. If looks could burn holes the waiter would probably be nothing more than a pile of ash. He was waiting for his business associate. She was late. As always. Of course.
Punctuality was not Bulma Briefs strong suit. She was the most gorgeous thing on two legs (and he’d be damned if he EVER admitted that out loud) but hell did he hate how she always kept him waiting. They had an important business dealing to discuss and already forty minutes had been wasted. Growling, he pulled out his smart phone to see if she’d returned his last text. She hadn’t.
“Woman, I swear on everything in me I will go to your house and drag you out screaming and naked.”
He’d thought it at least made his point. Surprisingly, as he was watching the screen the response icon appeared, the tiny bubbles of her incoming text taunting him. The phone pinged with its arrival, and her answer made him roll his eyes:
“Is that a promise hot stuff? ;)”
Vegeta groaned. He HATED when she did that. He furiously text back, “Damnit Briefs you’re almost an hour late. I’ve got shit to do tonight.”
“Oh really, like what?”
His fingers stilled over the screen. She had him there. He lived alone and truth be told he would probably just watch tv and head to bed after jacking off. Bulma didn’t need to know that though. “Since when is my personal life any of your business? Just get your late ass here already. I’m fucking starving.”
“Rude. I’m speak-texting from my cars bluetooth. I’m parking right now. Order me a drink okay?”
“Gin and tonic, extra lemon.”
“You know me so well ;)”
Vegeta was slightly unnerved that he knew her favorite drink by heart. He told himself it was because that’s all she ever ordered; but that was far from the truth. Over the past year that they’d worked together, he found himself paying far much attention to her. More than he had any woman. He’d been hired as Capsule Corps private lawyer, and over the past year had worked pretty much solely with Dr. Briefs and his pesky daughter. Dr. Briefs was planning on retiring within the coming year and wanted to make sure that all of the I’s were dotted and T’s were crossed. Bulma was to be his successor and she’d be a damn good one in Vegeta’s opinion.
That is if she could be on time for once in her life.
He waved the waiter back over, the young man turning a shade of green at finally being addressed by the dark haired stranger at the corner table.
“Gin and tonic, extra lemon,” Vegeta muttered, “and make sure it’s here within the next three minutes.”
“I-I’ll see what I can do-”
A twenty dollar bill was shoved into the waiters sweaty hand, “Three. Minutes.” Vegeta punctuated, “Times ticking.”
The poor server was practically trembling, “A-anything else for you sir?”
Vegeta pondered a moment, “Whiskey, on the rocks. There’ll be another twenty if you can get those here in the two minutes and thirty-four seconds you have left.”
Quicker than Vegeta had seen anyone move, the young man dashed towards the bar, nearly running into the blue haired woman who had just walked in the door.
He would tell himself it was because he stood up to quick that his heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the tight fitting, knee length red dress she was wearing. It also wasn’t the black shawl with fur lined hood framing her face. It wasn’t the way she was shaking off her wet umbrella. And it CERTAINLY wasn’t the way she looked around the restaurant, finally catching his eyes and grinning at him.
Nope. Not those things at all.
He put on his best scowl as she approached him, the gawking stares of other men in the restaurant unabashedly watching her rear end sway with every step she took in her black heels. To his secret, guilty pleasure however she paid them no mind. She was walking towards him alone. Her sky blue eyes locked on his black, full lips still smiling just for him-
“Bout fucking time.” He snapped.
And the spell was broken.
Bulma’s face fell, that tiny line he adored appearing between her eyebrows, “Well hello to you too, grouchy.”
Inwardly he cursed himself. Having no filter was often more a curse than it was a blessing. Even though she was still frowning at him he edged around her to pull out her chair, “Was there traffic?” He asked gruffly.
“Some,” she said, removing her shawl. Vegeta took it from her and laid it on top of his coat, “I got caught up in the lab earlier. And then I wanted to make sure I looked nice for our date.”
Vegeta froze, mouth slacking. Bulma however was far more interested in the drink being placed in front of her, “Thank you!” She smiled at the server.
The whiskey was slid over to Vegeta, the waiter looking like he’d just run a marathon, “Sorry it’s a minute late sir-”
Suddenly, Vegeta could hear again. He blinked, mumbled a few choice words and handed the man another twenty dollar bill.
Bulma sucked on the lemon wedge garnishing her glass, watching the exchange with great interest. After their server was gone, she raised a brow and asked “What was that about?”
“Just making sure we got the drinks quickly.” Vegeta could feel his cheeks flushing, “Look, I’m sorry but did you call our business meeting a date?”
“Mmmhmmm,” she mumbled around the lemon wedge she was still sucking on.
Suddenly Vegeta’s neck felt hot, “Look Briefs, I don’t known how you’ve deluded yourself into thinking this was anything but a meeting between two coworkers, but this is so not a date.”
He was never quite sure how she did it, but Bulma always had this way of looking right through him. Being a good lawyer meant having a good poker face, and Vegeta always had believed his was the best in the business. It’s how he acquired his own law firm at 25 and had been successful ever since. But this infuriating woman could see through him as easy as a pane on glass.
She removed the lemon wedge from her lips, smirk causing the corner of her mouth to turn up, “Really?”
“Yes woman,” Vegeta hissed, “not every single man in the world has to fall at your feet. Your imagination is almost as big as your ego.”
Frowning, Bulma dropped the drained lemon wedge on her napkin, “Hey no need to get nasty. Usually when you call me to a business meeting it’s at the lab. Not some swanky restaurant. Forgive me for assuming this was supposed to be something else.” She dropped her eyes back to the table, grabbing a complimentary piece of bread from the basket.
Vegeta exhaled through his nose. He and his big mouth. She had him there. When he needed to talk to her about something he would usually catch her in the lab. He wasn’t lying when he said he had business things to discuss, but well…
He sighed, then reached out and grabbed the back support of her dinner chair, dragging the whole piece of furniture and Bulma closer to him. It made an obnoxious scraping noise, but he really didn’t care. When she was within whispering range, he leaned over and muttered, “Sorry.”
Her eyelashes were so long he realized as they blinked at him, the crinkles beside her eyes betraying her smile, “It’s alright tough guy.”
Vegeta allowed himself a small lip twitch. That is until a shaky voice on the other side of the table asked, “Are you ready to order-”
It was Bulma who spoke when she realized Vegeta’s jaw muscle had tensed, “Just get us whatever the specials are tonight; he will have a beef item, rare and I’ll have chicken if it’s available.”
The waiter, as if sensing his impending doom slowly backed away, not fully turning until he’d reached the kitchen.
Bulma pinched Vegeta’s cheek, “Could you please try and not eat the wait staff? Poor guy looks like he’s about to pee his pants.”
Vegeta pulled his face away from her fingers, “it would serve that obnoxious little shit right. He’s worse than a flea.”
“Vegeta,” she warned, “please be nice. For once?”
“Tch.” He scowled and pulled out his phone, pulling up the business documents he needed to go over with her, “Whatever.”
Bulma sighed, and then took a sip of her gin and tonic, “In any case, you look nice. I like you in navy. I’ve never seen that sweater before; is it new? Sure this isn’t a date?”
Vegeta felt his blood pressure rising, the sweater was in fact new, “Woman please…”
“Just saying, you invite me to dinner which you’ve never done before…”
“Briefs I swear-”
“And you’re dressed like a GQ model with that tight navy sweater and black pants…”
“Please stop talking now-”
“And you took my shawl for me…”
“I am never being nice to you again.”
“You even know my favorite drink,”
“It’s all you ever have when you drink alcohol.”
“Pretty good memory if you ask me.”
Vegeta scowled, cheeks burning bright red, “Anyways, here are the documents your father wanted you to look over.” He slid his phone to her, “when you stop talking maybe we can actually get some work done.”
Bulma sighed, then picked up the phone, “Fine, fine. Maybe you should start drinking. You’d be more fun then.”
Eyes narrowed, Vegeta picked up his highball and took a sip. Bulma’s gaze danced across the screen of his phone, finger brushing up so she could read the rest of the document. They were both silent for several minutes when he saw Bulma’s eyes widen.
“What?” He asked.
She flipped the phone around, and Vegeta was horrified to see she was in his pictures folder. The image now on the screen was her, bent over in the lab studying a blueprint. Her long blue hair piled on top of her head and held in place with a pen, face concentrated on whatever she was looking at.
Vegeta paled. He’d taken that the other day and obviously without her consent. She’d called him to say she’d bought him a sandwich and invited him down to eat. Vegeta never turned down food, or a chance to be with her whenever possible. She’d soon forgotten her own sandwich, getting wrapped up in her own brilliant mind and began redesigning a space pod. He watched her in content silence and thought she’d never looked more beautiful. So he secretly took a picture, obviously never imagining she would see it.
And now Bulma was staring at him with a confused expression and he guilty snatched the phone from her hand, shoving it in his pocket and looking away, “We’re done here.”
He made a movement to get up, but stilled momentarily when he felt her grab his hand, “Vegeta, stop it.” She insisted, “Can you quit trying to run away and talk to me?” The fingers on his hand tightened, and he slowly felt his resolve waning. What was he supposed to say? What did she want him to say? That she was right? Because she was, partly. He’d wanted to impress her, not necessarily on purpose but he figured having her alone for once might help. However, he was just a lawyer and former street kid. He’d brought himself up from nothing; had survived by the skin of his teeth doing less than legal things and the only thing that spurred him on was his pride.
She was the complete opposite. Bulma’s family was wealthy and she was used to the best things in life. She could have anyone she wanted. What chance did he have with her? Why was he even trying? Eyes closed tightly, he made the hardest decision of his life and snatched his hand away and stormed out the door as Bulma looked on, hurt; the food just being brought out and laid onto the table.
The channels on the television flipped robotically, Vegeta not really watching anything. It had been a bad night. Already stripped out of that new sweater, he sat on the couch shirtless and in sweat pants. How could he face her in the morning? He’d already drafted a resignation letter, more than prepared to walk in and slam it down on her desk right when he walked through Capsule Corps door.
Temper flaring, he pitched the remote into the wall. The flimsy plastic broke apart, batteries flying across the room. He was such an idiot. He’d just ruined the best thing in his life in less than an hour. Vegeta supposed he could easily open his firms doors again and pray his reputation wouldn’t be too soiled, but the promise of a paycheck was the furthest thing from his mind. All he really wanted was her, pressed up against his side as the two of them watched television together. His damn pride was his biggest asset and hinderance sometimes.
A light knock came on his front door.
His head turned slightly, brows furrowing. Who the hell would be knocking on his door at ten o clock at night? Beside him, his phone buzzed, the preview of a text flashing across he lock screen:
“Hey, open the door.”
It was Bulma’s name. His jaw tightened, hand twitching as he fought the urge to reply.
Bzz: “VEGETA, come on. Please?”
He exhaled through his nose and stormed to the door, throwing it open. There she was. Still in her red dress and shawl, a takeout bag in hand and his coat draped over her arm. She blinked, eyes roaming over his heavily muscled bare chest, “Oh, uh, hi.”
Forearm pressed against the doorframe, he sighed, “What is it Briefs?”
Bulma cleared her throat, trying in vain to take her eyes off his muscles, “Uh, you forgot your jacket. And I got the food to go. Maybe we can eat it here and talk?”
Scowling, Bulma pushed past him and into the living room, “Please, can we not play this game anymore? It’s getting old.”
Vegeta rolled his eyes, but followed her to the couch where she had already started laying out the food on his coffee table, “Woman, this really isn’t neces-”
“I didn’t know you did jujitsu!” She interrupted, skittering off to look at a picture on his wall, “Wow! That explains the muscles. It looks like your standing with a big trophy! But who’s that spikey haired guy with the bigger trophy -”
“Bulma,” Vegeta hissed, “what the fuck are you doing here? It’s late. I’m tired. And we have work in the morning.”
She turned, hands on her hips, “You should have thought about that before you ran away from our date!”
“For the love of…Bulma it wasn’t a date.”
“Who do you think you’re fooling?” Within a few steps she was in front of him, blue eyes burning into him, “Why would you invite me out to dinner? Why would you buy a new sweater? It still had the price tag on the back collar, so don’t even pretend like you’ve had it forever. And why was there a picture of me in your phone?”
“Why the fuck were you going through my pictures anyway?” He growled, “You’re looking far into it Briefs.”
Bulma’s sighed, “You’re hopeless. You know that right?”
“It’s for the best.” He said coldly, “I have nothing to offer you anyway.”
Small tears were beginning to brim in Bulma’s eyes, “There’s you. You’re smart, and cunning and even funny in you’re own weird way. I see when we’re in public places and you look only at me. And when we’re in crowds you put your hand on the small of my back because you know I’ll get lost.”
Vegeta swallowed, suddenly feeling a stirring within himself. An uncomfortable, ripped open sensation.
Bulma continued, reaching out and touching Vegeta’s sharp cheekbone, “I know how much work you have, but still you come visit me in the lab. You let me drunk text you and you always answer, even at three in the morning. Even if it’s snarky I don’t care, because it’s you. I wish you could see what I see when you look at me. Because it’s wonderful; you’re wonderful.”
Vegeta stood frozen, mind playing catch up with what she was saying, “So, you…think I’m tolerable?”
Choking out a laugh, Bulma nodded, “More often than not. But even when your an asshole I like you.”
“You, like me?”
Vegeta blinked, “So…”
Bulma rolled her eyes, “Geeze Vegeta, do I have to spell it out for you?”
Bulma wrapped both arms arms around his neck, and dragged his face down to meet hers.
“I’m a secret Witch and don’t have access to herbs. What can I use instead of ____?”
“I can’t afford a cauldron, what can I use instead?”
“I can’t get ______, can I use _______?”
So I get this kind of question a lot. Witchcraft in the modern day, especially Witchcraft as it’s practiced by younger people and/or people on social media Witchcraft groups, has a certain aesthetic around it that tends to popularise expensive cauldrons, gem-studded wands, expensive black velvet shawls, and all the other trappings of a field that has become caught, like so many things, in the web of materialism and a desire to be identifiably “Witchy”. Now, please understand that this is not an inherently bad thing - common aesthetic or cosmetic themes are a trope common to many cultures and subcultures around the world and through history. They serve as common binding elements, giving people a much-needed sense of community, a sense of belonging, and a certain amount of morale boosting that might otherwise be hard for a person in a somewhat shunned subculture to achieve.
However, for those who are unable to make this kind of subculture connection apparent for whatever reason be it societal, financial or otherwise, or for those who wish an alternative presentation and practice of the Craft, this can sometimes be problematic. Many Witchcraft resources online assume that a Witch has free and open access to certain things, such as a metal cauldron, a ceremonial athame, a certain number of expensive herbs or crystals, or other such tools or components. Since this isn’t always practical, here is a simple substitution guide for you, giving a non-exhaustive list of potential, basic substitutions.
Please bear in mind, this list only gives example substitutions - other options are also potentially possible!
Athame Most knives, especially things like letter-openers that are not
used for eating. It doesn’t have to be sharp, as athames should never be used
for cutting - that’s a boline’s job
Boline A boline is simply a sharp knife that is used for cutting spell
ingredients and the like. Any sharp knife will do, just cleanse it
appropriately before and after.
Cauldron Most bowls, though metal or fired and glazed clay is best as
these materials are both fireproof and waterproof. Flowerpots or ceramic mugs can work if nothing else is available!
Chalice Any glass will work, however something special and with a stem,
like a decorative or ornate wine glass, would be most suitable. You could also use a special or ornate mug, but one either without a handle or with two handles would be better than one with a single handle.
Coloured candles If you don’t mind the lack of colour, white is a good “general”
colour. However, if the colour is essential, consider tying coloured ribbons
around the base. Do not melt crayons into the wax, however - this can clog the candle-wick and cause it to explode, potentially violently.
Crystals Look up the associations for that stone, and see if any more
common ones would do. In a pinch, consider instead writing the intentions on
paper and burning it, or using stones from around your area that you feel have an appropriate energy.
Deity statues If your deities would find it appropriate, it may be possible to simply write their name on a candle, or inscribe a basic god or goddess figure into one, and burn that in place of using a statue or idol of your deities.
Grimmoiré A grimmoiré is really just a book that’s written in. Any notebook
will work, no matter if it’s bound in singed leather or in a plastic spiral-bound
Herbs Again, consider possible alternatives - if sage isn’t available,
rosemary is a good protective. If you don’t have feverfew for a headache charm,
consider willow leaves or bark.
Pentacle table top A pentacle drawn on a piece of paper will work well as an alternative, or you could consider using something like water daubed into a pentagram on the table top.
Ritual or altar cloth Cleanse and bless any clean, appropriately coloured fabric and
it will work well. A bedsheet is an ideal altar cloth. Black cloth is reserved
for Samhain or funerary altars.
Wands A wand is simply a channelling device for your own innate energies and abilities, so anything that channels will work. Something like a stick that’s been blessed will do, as will any rod made out of metal.
Summary: At a movie premier you meet your ex / good friend, Jin. As complicated
as your relationship with him is, it get even more complicated when he
convinces you to ditch your date and spend some time with him.
(Previously posted on Suganeedsanap) Warnings: None (unless you scared of big dick Jin) Word Count: 4,352
Hey guys! We reached 150 followers! I didn’t even get to say happy 100! But, as a ‘gift’ i’m doing a multiple part mafia au series! 40s Bucky is my favorite, so :)
You walked along the emptying streets of Brooklyn, trying to hurry home before it got too late. You had gone to a work party, so you were in heels, and it was proving very difficult to get home quickly. Huffing, you stopped in the middle of the side walk, and stepped out of the cherry red heels, which matched your lip and dress color perfectly. The weather had become nippy as the night went on, and you wrapped the black shawl tighter around your shoulders. The freezing concrete underneath your feet motivated you to walk faster, thoughts of your warm apartment and getting out of the itchy dress filling your mind.
You were just a block away from your apartment, so you began to run, not looking where you were going. In retrospect this was a bad idea, considering three seconds later you ran into something tall and muscular. You fell right on your butt, dropping your heels, the shawl unwrapping from your shoulders.
“I am so, so sorry,” you said, cursing yourself for being so embarrassing. The person standing above you chuckled deeply, extending a hand to help you up. You gladly took it, trying to stand up as gracefully as you could. Once you stood up, you got a look at the person you bumped into. As soon as the face registered in your mind, you gulped. None other than James Barnes, notorious mob boss, was standing in front of you. And you just ran right into him.
“W-well, again, sorry for bumping into you, but I really must be going,” you chuckled nervously, grabbing your shawl and heels and stepping around him, leaving the nicely dressed man in the middle of the sidewalk.
You stole a glance back at him before you entered your apartment, and saw his eyes on you, before he turned and continued walking. You quickly undressed from the itchy getup you had been forced to wear all night, and put on your warm and comfortable blue pajamas, collapsing into your bed in a matter of minutes.
The exhaustion of the night finally caught up to you, and you fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow, not even having the strength to pull the blankets up over yourself. You didn’t even think about taking off your makeup, you were way too tired for that.
You were awoken from your peaceful night’s sleep by a crashing sound. You groggily sat up, noticing the red lipstick stain on your pillow from moving around in your sleep. The sound resonated through your apartment again, and you pinpointed it to be coming from the fire escape outside. Your heart nearly stopped as your heard a window opening. Realization dawned on you; someone was breaking into your house.
Silently, you slid from your bed, grabbing the baseball bat that you kept next to your bed. Your thoughts went to your sister, who had thought it was silly to keep the bat there. You were thankful you didn’t listen to her now. You gripped the baseball bat tightly, slowly inching your way across the room, towards the open door. Moonlight was filtering in from the windows in the living area, illuminating the wooden floor, and a shadow of someone who seemed to be just kinda standing there.
You reached your doorway, evaluating how best to go about the situation in front of you. There was indeed a man standing in your living room, who was skeptically looking out the windows, which confused you. You thought he would be, you know, stealing things, as a burglar usually does.
You stepped forward again, and cringed when the floorboards creaked underneath your foot. The man’s head whipped towards you, eyes wide. When he saw you, his mouth settled into a smirk. You squinted your eyes at the guy; he looked a little familiar. Your eyes now widened in realization, as you saw that none other than James Barnes was standing in your living room. Your mind raced; was he here because he was actually mad about what happened earlier and was now gonna murder you?
“W-why are you in my apartment?” you asked, trying to hide the shakiness of your voice.
“Listen, doll, let’s just say I got into a little, uh, debacle, with some guys. Think I can stay the night here ‘till it blows over?” he asked, striding towards you, before leaning against the opposite side of the doorframe. You thought for a moment. You most certainly did not want to get on the bad side of the local mob boss.
“I guess so, so long as you don’t take anything, I’m watching you,” you did your best to sound intimidating, eliciting a laugh from the man who was now sitting on the couch.
“Thanks sweet cheeks, you can trust me,” he grinned, making you scoff. Trusting a mobster, yeah, that was something you did often.
“So, do you want some tea?” you tried making things less awkward as you walked into your kitchen.
“Sure, doll, thanks,” you heard, and you put the kettle on, before returning to the living room. You stopped as soon as you saw him polishing a gun, nonchalantly.
“Right. You can make it the way you want when the water is done. I’m going to bed,” you sidestepped him to get back to your room, careful to take the baseball bat back to bed with you. Deciding this was a weird dream, you settled back into your bed.
“Y/N,” he started, “I’m not sure what you expected. I can assure you that it’s not going to get better than this. You won’t find someone better than me, that’s for sure. I’m not even sure you deserve better.”
You stepped out of the shower and slipped on your favorite bathrobe. You made your way downstairs. You entered the kitchen and stared for a moment at the wine cabinet. You knew that you shouldn’t drink during night hours, but you needed just a little to take the edge off. Just a little bit to forget about Taehyung for a moment.
You stared at the wine glass sitting on your kitchen counter, recalling the words Taehyung said to you about a few months ago. It left a swift pang in your chest. You rose the glass to your lips and took a long sip. A long sigh drew out from your chest. You rubbed your temples in small circular motions. You felt a chill crawl up your naked body, so you tightened your robe.
It was a quarter past 1 AM, and you knew you should be getting rest. But instead, you were up, wandering your large condo at night with the wine glass in your hand, thinking. You told yourself there would be no more late night drinking after you landed that office job, but here you were, breaking your promise. You had a tendency of doing that. Your current boyfriend, Namjoon, never hesitated on reminding you of that fact.
Even though he tended to nag you about little things, you were very thankful that he put up with you. You never thought you would end up with someone like him. You didn’t feel deserving of such a good man. He was a very caring, and thoughtful. He always put your feelings first; always considerate of how you would feel. He was everything you ever wanted. A best friend, a lover, a caretaker, even therapist at times. You knew that he was the man that your parents would want to see you with. You knew that he was the man that would be the type to have a steady relationship with. You knew that he was the man that you should marry, yet the only thing on your mind was Taehyung.
“Fuck.” you muttered to yourself as you heard the lock to the front door being turned You hurriedly poured the remaining wine down your throat and placed the bottle back into the cabinet.
If Namjoon saw you drinking at this hour, you would surely get an earful. He’d bombard you with questions; most of which you still didn’t fully have the answer to. You still hadn’t had the heart to tell him anything about Taehyung or your encounter with him a few weeks ago. You promised yourself you would tell him when you’re ready, but ready hadn’t found you yet. The most he knows about him is that you were a broken mess after Taehyung and you parted ways. From that, Namjoon pieced you back together, and made you believe in love again. Tightening your robe you turned in the direction of the door, preparing to greet your boyfriend.
As if on cue, he walked in with slow strides. His face sulking, but lighting up once he saw you. He tossed his keys on the end table near the door and kicked his shoes off. Tired was written all over him. The slight bags under his eyes gave him away. He worked hard to provide for you and himself and you couldn’t thank him enough. He smiled with a closed mouth at you. He hung his jacket on the rack and set his bag near the door. He let out a long sigh.
“What’re you doing up?” he asked you, as he made his way over to embrace you.
“Just looking around for something to snack on before heading back upstairs. How was the night at the firm?”
“Long and uneventful. I can’t even count how many paper cuts I’ve gotten from signing and filing those damned forms.” He chucked.
He placed his hands around your waist and was inches from your face. His gaze looking down at you drove you to think slightly naughty thoughts. That was something Namjoon could always do that you could never wrap your head around. With a certain look, he could have you smiling, laughing, nervous, or ready to get to business.
“Ahh, is that so? Just a snack?”, he said as he planted a kiss on your lips.
You nodded cheerfully.
“If that’s what you’re really up to, how come I taste that merlot that I heard you put back in the cabinet on your lips?” He said with a smirk.
You clicked your tongue and chuckled.
“Oh, Joon. You never miss a thing, do you?” you said playfully. Your lips stretched into a full smile as you two rocked side to side.
“Not a thing.” he kissed your neck. “I know you all too well, Y/N.”
He took your hand into his and danced with you in silence. You found this to be oddly calming. You hadn’t realized how nervous you were until he calmed you with his romance. He led you in his steps as you two slowly twirled around the kitchen. You placed your head on his shoulder.
“You’re troubled. You know you can talk to me, Y/N. I will just listen. I won’t voice my opinion this time.”
“Why is he so good to me?”, you thought to yourself. “I don’t deserve a man this good.”
“What makes you think that I’m troubled?”
“Your heart is slowing down, meaning that you’re calming down from something. What’s making you nervous, darling?”
He pulled away from you slowly and looked at your face. You glanced up and him and kissed his lips, slowly and steadily. He placed his hands on your neck, and deepened the kiss. You were glad this is one thing that he couldn’t analyze. You changing the subject by kissing him or engaging in sexual activity was something that he never quite caught onto.
You moaned into the kiss purposefully. You felt his breath shudder slightly, and his movements getting a bit more hasty. You took that opportunity to run your fingers down his chest and abdomen through his shirt. He broke the kiss.
“Y/N,” he whispered.
“Yes?”, you cooed while biting his earlobe softly. You know that drives him wild.
His deep grunt at your contact caused a chill to run down your spine.
“You need to tell me-” you cut him off due to the palm of your hand rubbing against the growing erection through his trousers. “…you-, fuck. I just want, I want-” you applied more pressure,
You giggled at the fact that your actions were causing him to be incapable of completing a coherent thought.
“This is not funny, Y/N.” he said. You bit your lower lip and looked him in his eyes lustfully. You knew you didn’t have to do much for him to take you right then and there, but you wanted to tease him a bit more. He placed his head in his hands and shook his head,
“What are you talkin’ about, baby?” You said as you cornered him slowly into the kitchen counter. His butt pressed against the edge of it as you rubbed his now hard member in circular motions through his pants.
He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes, nodding his head vigorously.
“Okay, okay. Alright.” he said as he pushed you hand away.
“Uh-uh” You teased as you gripped him through his pants swiftly.
“Shit.” he moaned
You leaned in closely to his ear and wrapped both arms around his neck. You softly whispered all the naughty things you wanted him to do to you into his ear. Unable to take your teasing any longer, he gripped your forearm.
“Babygirl, you know how I feel about teasing.”
You had him now. Anything he was thinking bout before had been thrown out the window. His main focus was you.
“Yes. Yes you do, and right now you’re being a naughty girl.”
“So what are you going to do about it, Daddy?”
He inhaled sharply and pushed you against the refrigerator with one swift motion. You pushed him over the edge and now you were paying for it. Namjoon told you about this kink early on, and you always used it to your advantage to get out of a tough situation. At first, you found it comical, and didn’t realize that he was serious. It wasn’t until he was calling you “babygirl”, and “princess” that you realized you shared the kink too. It was sort of a sexual awakening for you.
Namjoon was only the second man that you’d been with and you found the sex that you two had more than exciting. He knew your body, and that was something that turned you on and scared you at the same time. He knew what spots drove you wild, what names to call you, what positions you needed to be in at a specific moment. He could make you cum in less than two minutes if he had the mind to.
Your breath hitched when he rose your right leg up and stepped closer to you. Your back pressed against the refrigerator as his strong hand gripped your chin gently. The cool air meeting your heat as your robe loosened from him wrapping your leg around him.
“Why did you tease Daddy like that?” he asked sternly. His left hand slowly trailed down your abdomen to your wetness. He rubbed your clit in small circular motions.
“I…jus- I n-, fuck.” now it was you unable to complete a coherent thought.
“Hmmm? Answer me, baby.” he said as he kissed your neck. He planted more kisses along your clavicle, and bit your skin lightly.
Moans escaped your lips, and you drew a loud gasp when you felt one if his slender digits slip into you.
“I-I….I don’t know, Daddy.”
“Tsk, that won’t do babygirl.” he said in a low voice.
You could feel the one knee that you were standing on buckle. He caught you and chuckled.
“You’re getting weak on me?” he asked teasingly.
You didn’t respond. Instead, you jumped up and wrapped your other leg around him, forcing him to hold you up. He wrapped his hands around your ass as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him and bit his lower lip as he carried you up the stairs to the bedroom. He smacked your ass hard, causing you to squeal.
Once he entered your bedroom, he threw you down on the bed. You giggled and bit your lip as you bounced a little on it. The look he gave you caused you to moisten even more. You carefully inspected him with your eyes.
He was tall, lean and slightly muscular. Definitely a more athletic build. He looked too good in his suit. The black slacks, suit jacket and dark blue accents on his button down shirt drove you wild. His black suit jacket with shawl lapels framed his slender neck. His jawline, sharp and defined. His lips, full and slightly reddened due to your mouths locking so fiercely. His eyes were smoldering, and full of lust. His bright blonde hair styled up into a quiff. He ran his fingers through his hair and parted his lips with his tongue.
“Take your robe off.”
You did as instructed. He loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his upper body. You studied it. From the moles on his neck to the few scattered across his abdomen. You studied his abs. They weren’t very defined, but they were still there.
You smiled to yourself as you noticed the Calvin Klein band hugging his hips. Something about this image was so sexy to you. A shirtless Joon, wearing black slacks, a black belt and a Calvin Klein brief band showing itself to you. His v-line looked very prominent. You wanted to get up and take him right there, but you restrained yourself; as you knew you would be punished for doing that.
He walks close to you as you lie on your back. You watch attentively as he drops down to his knees and spreads your legs open. He glares up at you as his face inches closer to your heat.
“You, you don’t have to do that..” you say shakily
“Hush, princess. Let Daddy take care of you.” he says as he presses his tongue flatly against your core.
Your back arches on instinct. A soft moan comes from you when he swirls his tongue around your clit.
“Fuckkk.” you mutter.
You gasp as he slips a finger inside. It’s been a long time since he’s done this, and it was driving you off the edge. He slipped another finger inside and skillfully sucked on your clit. You felt your thighs tremble. Sounds of you moaning and the wet sounds of him pleasuring your core filled the room. He pulled away from you with a sucking sound.
“You taste so fucking good, princess.” he cooed, slipping his finger into your mouth.
You suck his finger and look at him. The eye contact sends chills down his spine. His cock is swollen, but he wants to please you first. It’s almost unbearable. Namjoon lowers his head in between your legs again. This time he is relentless. Your back arches and your hips begin to buck and swivel. With strong hands, Namjoon holds your hips in place. You squirm and tremble, moaning his name as he laps up your essence.
“FUCKKK! DADDY! I’M GOING TO CUM!” you exclaim.
Namjoon slips two fingers inside as you grip his blonde locks and feel your stomach tighten. Your walls clench around his slender digits as he pushes them in and out of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your moans get louder. Namjoon slows the pace of his hand and grips your thigh. The movements of his tongue drag along your folds as you come down from your climax. You feel your body twitching.
“How was that, baby?” he asks you before standing and sucking on his fingers. You sit up and smirk.
Without a word, you stand and push him onto the bed. He appears slightly shocked by your sudden dominance. He raises a brow as he sits up on his elbows and takes in your naked body as you stand in front of him.
“Let me take care of you now, Daddy.” you proposed.
With a slight nod, he obliged, and let you unbuckle his belt and pants. You pulled them down to his ankles, leaving him in just his briefs. You were slightly startled by how hard he was. His bulge was begging to be released from his cotton restraints. He sat up and touched your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?”
“Good, now let Daddy feel that pretty little whore mouth of yours.”
You loved when he talked to you like this. You weren’t quite sure why, but it caused shivers to jolt throughout your body. It sent tingles down your core and caused your knees to slightly give in.
While dropping to your knees, you maintained eye contact with your boyfriend. He bit his lower lip as you dragged your palm over his swollen pole. You rubbed little circles through his briefs and smirked. He hung his head backward and let out a low grunt.
“Are you teasin’ Daddy?”
“No, Daddy.” you replied as you placed a kiss on his thigh, and another on his swollen dick. You let out a long breath on it. He moaned out.
“I think you are, babygirl.” he moaned
“Hmmm?” you cooed innocently.
You reached for his elastic band and tugged downward, signaling him to help you take his underwear off. Now free from his fibrous undergarments, he sat up and took your face into his hands, kissing you deeply before pushing your head down on his twitching cock. His member tickled the back of your throat as groaned.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good baby.” he grabbed a fist full of your hair.
You curled your lips around his tip and swiped your tongue across his frenulum, causing him to let out a loud groan. You felt your core moisten at the sound of him gaining pleasure from just your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down on him as he clenched his teeth. You looked up at him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. Keep looking at me. Yeah, just like that, kitten.”
You maintained eye contact with him. He furrowed his brows and bit hard on his lip. You gripped the base of his shaft and jerked him while sucking on his tip.
“You like this, Daddy? You like when I suck on your big ha-”
“Get over here.” he said as he grabbed you by your shoulders and threw you face down on the bed.
This is what you needed. To be fucked hard. You wanted him to fuck Taehyung out of your brain. You wanted him to fuck you so hard you forgot your own name.
He positioned you so that your ass was in the air and your face was down in the pillows. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt a familiar sting on your bottom. Another sting on your left ass cheek. You arched your back further as you felt him position himself in front of your entrance.
He teased your hole, rubbing his length along your folds a few times before pushing it in slowly. He grunted.
“Uhnnnhh,” you moaned into the sheets as you felt the stretch.
“Fuck, Y/N. Your pretty little cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
Namjoon squeezed your ass before he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you down onto his cock. He placed his hand around your throat and squeezed firmly while biting you left earlobe. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning. He took his other hand and stuck two fingers in your mouth while fucking your wet core from behind.
“You’re such a pretty little slut, aren’t you? Suck on my fingers for me, kitten.”
You did as you were told, and sucked his fingers. His grunts ringing in your ears, sending you that much closer to a climax. The seize on your throat getting tighter. He removed his fingers from your mouth and flipped you on your back. He spread your legs open roughly and looked at your body before grabbing your breasts. You whined slightly. Namjoon smirked and licked the palm of his hand and slapped your aching core. Your back arched in response. He took that moment to spread your legs as far as the could go, sliding back inside of you.
This was one of your favorite positions. The feeling of him on top of you, the eye contact, seeing his body, being able to see him plunge himself in and out of you, all of it. You loved the tingling feeling that it caused you to have.
He bent down and sucked on your neck. He knows how much that turns you on. It was one of your “spots”, as he liked to call it. He played with your nipples while pumping in and out of you slowly. You took tufts of his hair into you left fist while your other hand ran itself across his back.
“Faster, Daddy.” you whimpered while your legs wrapped around his lower half without you completely realizing it.
He sped up, per your request. You tugged his hair hard, causing his neck to jerk back, and his adam’s apple became much more visible. The sight alone caused you to moan sharply.
“I fucking love you, Daddy. You feel…you feel so good inside of me.” you grunted through clenched teeth.
“F-fuuuuuhhhhh, you’re going to make me cum talking like that, princess.”
“Harder, please. Oh fuck, yes!” you felt your nails digging into his back as he pounded your walls. You felt them clench around his length a little tighter with each thrust. “Yes, Daddy. Oh my God, I’m going to fucking cum all over your fucking cock. Uhhhhhhh! Just like that, keep going.”
“You like when I pound you don’t you? Daddy loves your tight little pretty pussy.” he was now drilling you. His speed caused the headboard to shake and the bed was now creaking.
You felt your stomach convulse and tighten as your back arched deep. You screamed his name as you came. The sounds of his cock slipping in and out of you rang in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut.
“I’m almost there, baby,” he moaned. “Where should I cum?”
“Inside, deep inside. I want you to fill me up to the brim. Can you fill my pussy up, Daddy?”
He pumped harder, causing your legs to tremble. He rose up from you slightly so he could see himself fucking your hole. He pushed deep inside with long strokes as he got closer to cumming. He rubbed your clit in circles while he fucked you even harder. Your hips bucked and swiveled as you felt your walls clench tighter.
“Fuck, princess, I’m cumming.” he grunted.
“Hurry… I-I-I’m not… I’m not sure I can, I’m not sure I can’t-take it much l-l-longer.” you stammered. It’d been awhile since you were fucked to the point of struggling to complete your sentences.
His strokes got faster again, and you began stuttering nonsensical sounds.
“I’m cumming, babe! Fuuuuuuckkkk!” he muttered through clenched teeth. You felt his dick twitch inside before you felt the warmth of his seed spill inside of you. You were still a stuttering moaning mess as you felt him pump one last time deeply into you before pulling out.
“Fuck, Y/N. We haven’t fucked like that in a while.” He said breathily.
You couldn’t even think about speaking yet. You had to collect yourself, and let your body calm down. You were still shaking and twitching. It was arguably the best sex you’ve ever had. Your heart was beating in your ears. Lying there with your eyes shut closed and your hand on your stomach, you shifted your position to lie on your side. The cool air hit your back, and you realized how much you were sweating. You opened your eyes finally and rested your head on your hand to see a panting Namjoon lying next to you.
You may have to call off work in the morning, and that thought alone amused you.
“Yes, Mr. Park? I’m afraid I won’t be able to come into work today due to the fact that my boyfriend, Namjoon, fucked my brains out at 2 AM. Yeah, my pussy and legs are just way too sore. Sorry for the inconvenience that he and I may have caused you.” You chuckled at the thought of really saying that to your boss. He was a very light-hearted and uplifting spirit to be around and had a sort of innocence about him. He seemed like the type to blush at the certain words. You could already see the embarrassment form in his face if you would ever dare to say something like that to him.
You looked at your boyfriend. He was still breathing a bit heavily. His bright blonde hair sticking to his forehead, and his skin moistened. He was beautiful. Handsome at all times, especially after mind-blowing sex. You were attracted to him beyond belief. He looked over at you.
“Why are you staring, baby?” he teased. “See somethin’ you like?”
You playfully punched his shoulder.
“Yeah. I see my lovely boyfriend.” you pecked his cheek, “Thank you for that.”
“No, thank you!” he said as he rose up, and headed to the bathroom.
You heard the faucet being turned and the sound of water being released as you laid on your back once more and stared at the ceiling. You smiled to yourself wondering how you got so lucky to be in bed with such a wonderful man. Was this really your life? Did you really just get fucked so hard that you couldn’t speak? Was this king sized bed really yours to share with Namjoon? Did you really deserve all of this? The nice car, the stable job, the nice and spacious apartment? Was this really what you deserved? Especially considering who you used to be and all the bad things you’ve done? Your eyelids began to feel heavier, but you didn’t want to fall asleep until you felt his arms around your body, holding you. Namjoon could make you feel a lot of things. Angry, annoyed, jealous, loved, appreciated, special, etc., but above all of that, be made you feel safe, and that’s not something you thought you could ever feel.
You decided to keep yourself a bit occupied so that you wouldn’t fall asleep just yet.
Glancing over at your phone charging on the nightstand, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to play a few games of Fun Run while you waited for Namjoon to get out of the shower. You pressed the power button, but it didn’t come on. Unplugging it from the charger, you held the power button down and watched eagerly as the screen lit up. A few seconds of start-up occurred before you were able to use your device. You unlocked your phone to navigate your home screen, 39 unread messages and 18 missed calls caught your attention. “The fuck?”, you muttered to yourself. Your brows furrowed as you inched the screen closer to your face. A number you hadn’t recognized had been texting and calling you since 2 AM, but only 10 of those messages were from that number. You received a few missed messages from your best friend, a few from your mobile carrier letting you know your next payment is due Wednesday, and more from people you’d been leaving on delivered for days. It’s not that you minded talking to them, it’s just that you were not really a texting type of person.
There was another one that you received from Namjoon, letting you know that he would be home soon.
You glanced at the upper right corner of the screen. The time read 4:21 AM. You came to the realization that you hadn’t been asleep since you got home at 6, and you had work at 10 AM on Saturdays. You definitely were going to call in today. Not just because you already knew you’d be sore, but because Namjoon was off, and you wanted to spend more time with him. That was the one thing the two of you had been missing lately. You both were getting busier and busier. He usually got off around 1 AM, sometimes as late as 3 AM, and you’d be fast asleep, catching Z’s when he came home. Normally, he would turn on Netflix and fall asleep next to you after eating, before you had to get up for work. When you came back home, he would be on his way to the office. You were growing sick of constantly kissing him hi, and then goodbye at the same time.
You ran your fingers across your forehead and scratched slightly. You deleted the notifications of the missed calls, but decided to read the messages.
You have 10 new messages.
Unsaved Number (10):
Hey, Y/N. Just seeing if ur up. Idk, it’d be great if we can talk…[2:23 AM]
If u don’t want to talk you can let me know that. You don’t have to be afraid to talk to me. I’m not like how I was before. I am a changed man XD[2:24 AM]
I know that I’m probably the last person u wanna talk to, but I just want to get some closure. For the both of us. Well I mean if u still need it, that is. Ik that I do.[2:30 AM]
Well ur prolly asleep rn. I called bout 3 times … But I guess I can call back later.
Y/N? [3:12 AM]
Y/N, it’s kinda important.[3:12 AM]
Can u pls call me back? I really need to talk to you. [3:14 AM]
Y/N, I called u like 13 times. Can you please wake up?? Please. [3:15 AM]
Ik that its late night rn, but pls, I need you. [3:32 AM]
I guess I’m going to just keep calling u til u answer the phone :([3:39 AM]
Y/N, please. Idk what else to do. When you get this, pls respond. I’m in a better place than I was b4. I’m sorry for acting all crazy on u earlier. I just really need to talk to u about a lot of stuff.[4:09 AM]
Just as you were finishing catching up on the messages, the interface you were looking at changed into the call screen. The number was calling you again. Should you answer it? You weren’t even entirely sure who it was, but you had a pretty good idea. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you tapped answer before pressing the device to your ear. You stared at the ceiling as you felt your chest pang like it did before. The voice on the other end was shaky.
“He-Hello? Y/N?” a deep voice stammered. You recognized that voice. You didn’t think that he would actually call you. You left your number on the napkin in the diner months ago. Why is he calling now? And better yet, why was he still on your mind after months?
“Yes?” you questioned knowingly.
“Thank God! I’ve been trying to reach you for hours. I’m so so so so sorry for blowing your shit up like that, but it’s important.”
“Who… who is this?” you asked. You knew very well who it was, but you wanted to make sure.
“Really? You don’t recognize my voice?” he sounded hurt. You weren’t used to him showing emotion at all. What did he want? Why was he contacting you now? You gripped a fistful of sheets and clenched your teeth. You weren’t sure why you were feeling this anger.
“What do you want?” you spat out. You didn’t intend for your voice to sound so stern, but it was hard not to sound cold when you were talking through your teeth. You realized your tone and unclenched your jaw.
“Can’t really discuss this over the phone…”, he took a pause before he gulped. Was he nervous? “C-Can you meet me somewhere? Like right now?” he asked.
“Uh. I need a lot more information before I leave anywhere to meet you.”
“Please… I really…”, he sighed, “I just really need you right now. I… I don’t know what else to do.” his voice sounded shaky, like he was holding back tears. Your thoughts were confirmed when you heard light sniffles.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Kim Taehyung, Mr. No-Emotion, was here, calling you at 4 AM showing emotion.
“Tae? Are you… are you crying?”
He grunted and cleared his throat.
“Yeah, yeah I am.” he chuckled lightly.
“What’s going on with you? The last time you asked me to meet was like 6, 7 months ago, and you said you wanted to ‘catch up’. How do you catch up after breaking someone like that? I thought I couldn’t be broken anymore than I already was after you left, but what else could I expect? You’re Kim fucking Taehyung. Of course you would break me even more. Seeing your damn face for the first time in almost two years almost caused me to have a panic attack. I was just reminded of all that you did to me. And even during the last time we met, you didn’t even apologize. You were somehow even colder than before.” you snapped.
There was a tension. You could feel yourself breathing hard. Taehyung was just silent. He took a deep breath and spoke.
“You’re absolutely right. I was a shitty person. And I don’t even know why you left your number on that napkin that night. I obviously didn’t deserve your time. And I damn sure didn’t deserve to you.” he took a pause. “Y/N, there was a lot going on at that point. I didn’t mean to be rude to you, or to seem cold. It’s just, I realized that it wasn’t safe where we were. He was watching me! I had to act colder. He wanted to see if I still cared about you. I had to hide it. I didn’t want you to get hurt because of the shit I got caught up in.”
Your eyes widened.
“The fuck are you talking about, Taehyung? Who was watching?”
“It doesn’t matter now, I killed him.”
Your blood felt like ice rushing through your veins. Your breath drew sharply.
“…T-T-..Tae-” you weakly stammered.
“Y/N, I know, I know. I did what had to be done. I don’t want you to think…I don’t want- FUCK!” You could hear his voice starting to shake again. “I….fuck, Y/N. I don’t want you to think that I’m just some…some ruthless killer. That’s not me. He was going to… he was going to hurt you. I tried to get out, I really did. But he didn’t give me an easy way out. He told me to meet you to prove I didn’t care about you, to prove that you weren’t the reason I wasn’t losing focus.”
The words he told you didn’t make sense. They sounded like gibberish. All you could process was the fact that he’d just told you that he had killed someone.
“Y/N? A-are you still there?”
“I just. I’m so sorry. I was losing focus because of you. I wasn’t making deals. I was losing count of the money. I was fucking his business up. And he knew it was because of you. He knew that it was because you were the only thing I could think about. He knew that it was because I couldn’t fucking forgive myself for leaving you how I did. I was scared, and instead of thinking about you, I thought only about myself. I can’t ever stop thinking about that night.”
“Are you talking….are you talking about the alley?”
You felt your chest start to burn. Tears welled in your eyes. Why should you believe anything that he’s telling you right now? What has he ever done to make you believe him anyway?
“You killed someone? When? Why? How!?” you had so many questions
“Y/N, it’s really not anything I can tell you in proper detail over the phone. I need to meet with you. Forreal this time.”
“I-I don’t know. I think you should probably just leave me alone.”
“Y/N, please. Just give me an hour to explain everything.”
“Tae, I don’t think you understand. I’m happy now. I’m living with Namjoon, we’ve got plans of marriage. We’ve got plans of a child. Plans of a stable future. I’m doing really well now. I’ve finally gotten my life figured out. And here you come, trying to ruin it all.” you said as you felt the warm tears fall freely from your eyes.
“You’re getting married?” he asked shakily.
“Sooner or later. We’ve not really hammered out all the details, but he and I have been together almost two years now.” you didn’t know why Namjoon was any of TaeHyung’s business. You maybe wanted to boast a little, to hurt him for hurting you.
“Well, I’m happy for you, Y/N.” he said through clenched teeth. There was a few seconds of awkward silence that seemed to last hours.
“Thanks, Tae.” you said sadly.
Why did that make you sad? Why did it feel like a piece of you had just died. Maybe you were finally cutting Taehyung out of your life for good. Maybe this was a good thing. If it was, why did it feel so strange to do? Why was it so eerily painful?
“No, really, Y/N. I’m so fucking happy for you. Honestly.”
“No, Y/N. You deserve it. I do ruin your life. You don’t owe me anything. You don’t even owe me a chance to explain anything. I’m sorry for bothering you. I really am. Goodnight.”
“Tae wai-” you were cut off by the line clicking.
You stared at your screen. Part of you wanted to call back. Your thumb hovered over the re-dial button for a split second before you heard Namjoon cut the faucet off. You powered your device down quickly and sighed deeply. You wiped your tear-stained face off, and walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. You pulled out a pair of Namjoon’s boxers and slipped them over your bottom half. You pulled open the second drawer below the first one and got one of his t-shirts to put on. Closing both drawers, you sighed.
You felt just as bad as you did when TaeHyung left you in that alley. You didn’t want to think about it.
Namjoon entered the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his lower half. And another drying his hair.
“You’re not going to hop in?” he asked.
You shook your head and sighed.
“Way too tired. Time for sleep.”
“I love when you just speak in fragments when you’re tired. It’s so cute.” he chuckled as he walked over to the dresser to get suited in the same outfit as you.
You waved him off and practically crawled over to your bed and got under the silk sheets.
“Wait a minute… I’m missing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.” He said as he looked in the drawers.
You began to giggle.
“Sorry, baby.” you said, “hurry, and get in bed with meeeee!” you whined.
“Alright, alright. Hang on a moment.” he said as he hurriedly threw on his clothes.
He crawled into the bed on the opposite side in order to be the big spoon. His arm wrapped around your waist. You could feel his chest being pressed against your back and his chin resting against your head. This is where you felt most safe. Your legs intertwined with his. He kissed your left ear lobe.
“Goodnight, Jagiya.” he whispered.
“Goodnight, Joon.” you whispered back before locking your hand in his and kissing it.
Hello if you have time, I saw your name aesthetic for the girl Justine and if you could do one for my friend her name is Selah (Say-Lah) <pronunciation< and she has brown hair and she's insecure but outgoing and loves Stevie Nicks (idolizes her like non stop) and she's very free spirited and loves lots of 60's/70's hippie things and her favorite item ever is her black shawl and shes always reading and she's a cancer (zodiac) and loves it when the horoscope calls her moonchild
Oh, she sounds lovely! Selah is a wonderfully unique name, by the way. Enjoy!
Selah. She is the unpredictable melody of wind chimes and wreaths of wild flowers. She is the shadowed curves of a back wrapped in black lace. She is the perfume of jasmine and the Harvest Moon. She is the light scratching of guitar strings and the shimmer of crystals. She is the beating of a lover’s heart and songs played around bonfires. She is a dove, soaring freely through powder blue skies. She is Selah- the daughter of the moon.
A/N: This is the third scenario I’ve written. This scenario was better in my head~ but enjoy this late night garbage
Lmao when I typed ‘third’ I accidentally typed ‘thirst’
Theme: Collage AU, (briefly) Fuckboy Jungkook.
It was your typical beginning of the year college party.
My roommate scored an invite from an upperclassman, to which she invited me, and when I expressed my lack of interest in drinking and parties she told me I had to go because I was her designated babysitter for the evening.
“C’mon, someone has to make sure I don’t end up naked on a kitchen table,” she paused, “or end up fair game to every drunk, horny frat boy.” When I ignored her she dropped her arms at her sides with a huff, “Pleeaseee,” she pouted, “Can’t you just like, not drink?” I asked, getting up from my desk. “You know what happens at parties, Y/N. You make a promise not to drink and the next thing you know you wake up the next morning with a wicked hangover in someone else’s bed. Once you step foot into a party your self control goes out the window.” I sighed, “Fine, fine, I’ll go. I’ll make sure you don’t get hammered and that you come home.” She grinned, clasping her hands together. “You’re the best!” “I know.”
I started getting ready, “Are you going all out?” I asked, glancing over at my roomie who was frantically sorting through clothes. “Well duh, is there any other way to dress for a party?” she giggled, pulling out a skin tight maroon tube dress and a black shawl, “Does that mean I have to go all out?” I asked, watching her pick up a pair of black lacey heels. “Well yeah, you have to look hot too, it’s like a girl code.” “I guess I missed out on reading the bitch bible.” I chuckled.
I changed into a purple tank top that plunged into a deep v, tucking it into a leather mini skirt. I slipped on my leather jacket and started to put on my heeled boots, “Hey Vi, do you have lip gloss I can use? Preferably clear or lightly tinted.” “Yeah, here,” she came out of the bathroom, I looked up at her as I was zipping the side of my boot, “Wow Vi, you look-” “Hot? I know, and so do you, and kind of badass at the same time.” She winked at me as she handed me her lip gloss, “Thanks,” I grinned.
As soon as we arrived I regretted it, but seeing as we were already here it was too late to back out, plus I would have a guilty conscious if she did something embarrassing and I wasn’t here to stop it.
We both walked into the crowded living area, arm in arm, she turned to grin at me, “I know you don’t want to be here but thank you for coming with me.” I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully, “Yeah yeah,” She swatted my arm, breaking away from me to go grab a drink. I looked around, seeing a few familiar faces from my classes or around campus, my gaze falling on a particular face, one that belonged to none other than Jeon Jungkook- college fuckboy. I watched as he was engaged in a conversation with a few other boys, shaking his dark fringe out of his eyes. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, I admit. He brought a bottle of beer up to his lips, taking a sip, I traced his jawline with my eyes as he tilted his head back, then I found myself staring at his adams apple as he swallowed.
I released the breath I was holding, cringing at the fact I just gawked at him in spite of disliking him. I wandered off to the kitchen, hopefully to find a bottle of water or something else non-alcoholic. When I arrived in the kitchen I saw Vi standing in the corner talking to the guy who invited her, drink in hand- that’s right a drink, no alcohol- I took note that the drinks were being managed by someone. “Hey do you have anything without alcohol?” I asked, the drink tender flashed me a smile, “Designated driver?” I nodded, “Yeah something like that,” I smiled, looking over the array of alcohol displayed on the table. “We have bottled water, cherry pepsi, annnd, well yeah that’s the safe stuff.” he gave a soft laugh, “So what will it be, hun?” he asked, a rectangle grin spreading across his face. “Can I have cherry pepsi, please.” I gave him my best charming smile, to which he somehow smiled wider, “Of course, one cherry pepsi for the lady.” he handed me a can.
“Hey Tae can you hand me another beer?” Someone asked, coming up from behind me, I moved to the side to get out of his way, “Sure thing, Jeon.” I looked up at him, seeing it was, in fact Jeon, the same person I had been embarrassingly gawking at upon my arrival. “Here you go, one beer.” The drink tender, Tae, said.
“Staring isn’t polite,” Jeon said, winking and flashing me a smirk as he walked away. “You don’t stare you observe,” Vi said, coming up and draping an arm around me, “I don’t like what I’m observing so far.” I said throwing her a look, she gave me a smile and a squeeze, “Tae, was it? Hit me with a shot.” She said, “Please,” I elbowed her, “Please,” she mocked with a smile. Tae handed her a shot and she threw it back, and handed him the glass. She started to walk away, towards the living room, “Behave yourself,” I called out, she threw her hand up in a wave, acknowledging she heard me. “Ohh, you’re the designated babysitter,” Tae said, giving me a teasing smile. “Yeah, I always am,” I said, popping the tab on my soda, “Can’t you guys like, rock-paper-scissors it out?” he asked, wiping out the shot glass Vi just used. “Well I don’t drink so, there isn’t a point in arguing.” I said, taking a sip. “Ahh, I see~” he said, stacking the little glass with the others. “I’m going to go follow her around, I’ll probably be back for water soon,” I said, he gave me a half smile, raking his gaze down my figure, “Alrighty~ please do.”
I wandered back out to the living area, looking around for Vi, but I don’t see her. I groaned internally, walking further into the hoard of people.
Great now I have to go on a goose hunt.
I stop at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the hallway of doors.
There’s no way she’s that drunk yet.
“Looking for someone?” The voice I recognized as Jeon’s asked from behind me, I turned to face him. “Yeah…my friend disappeared.” I mumbled, walking back towards the crowd, “And who is that?” he asked, following close behind. “Tight red dress, long dark hair.” “Vi?” he asked, “She’s outback,” he said, “Oh, Thanks~” I said throwing him a small smile over my shoulder, pushing my way to the outside.
I broke through the crowd, ending up on the back porch. “Wow it’s so much cooler out here,” I whispered to myself, taking off my jacket to allow the cool air to get to my back and arms. “woohoo! take! it! off!” Vi said, coming up to pull me over to a beer pong set up. “Alright so, you’re gonna throw the balls into the cups and this nice guy is gonna drink whatever you score.” she said, gesturing to some random guy who was eyeing her up with a creepy grin. “What.” I gave her a blank look, “why?” “Because you have good aim, so you’re gonna win for me,” she said, “Win? You can’t win at beer pong.” I said, glancing at the table of cups, noticing they’re arranged in triangles, the top point of the triangles connecting with the same cup. “You do when you go against someone.” She said, grinning at me, I groaned, “What if I lose?” I asked, hoping she didn’t bet herself. “Whatever the winner wants, and it goes for you too. But the catch is you do it blindfolded, from 5 feet away, and you can’t land in your own cups.” she explained quickly, “That’s kind of complicated.” “You’ll do great,” She said, grabbing both my shoulders.
She put the blindfold on, and positioned me, and one after one handed me the pingpong balls.
After what felt like forever, which was actually only 20 some minutes, she took off my blindfold, “Do you want the good news or bad news?” She asked, cringing when I gave her a pointed look. “Bad news,” I said, glaring at her. “You lost…by one ball.” “Okay, good news?” I asked with a sigh. “The person you lost against is totally hot, so take advantage of this situation and get your groove on.” I nodded, “Great. You bet me to be fair game with some horny frat guy, which I’m here to protect you from.” I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at her. “He isn’t creepy or weird! Plus it was his idea, so be mad at him,” she said, pointing to my competitor. I glanced over to see Jeon, with a smug look on his face. She lent in to whisper to me, “He’s really sexy and girls throw themselves at him all the time, but he specifically requested to play with you,” she pulled away, winking at me. “Was that your attempt at making me feel okay with this?” I asked, an amused grin tugged at the corner of my mouth, “You’re really fucking lucky I love you, Vi.” I shook my head.
“Alright kid, let’s get this over with.” I said, giving him a grin as walked over to him. “What is it you want? 7 minutes in heaven? A dance? ” I asked, stopping in front of him. He tilted his head to the side and grinned, I couldn’t help but to feel like I was suddenly under a magnifying glass. I nervously scratched the inside of my palm. “How about we just see where the night goes,” he ducked his head to be level with me, “I know you don’t drink, but you suggested a dance, let’s start with that?” He asked, giving me an alluring look. “Okay, a dance works,” I answered. “Then, shall we?” he gestured towards the house, “Sure, I’m gonna grab a bottle of water first,” I said, starting off towards the house, giving Vi one last look.
I stopped in front of Tae and his table of drinks, “Hey, love~” he greeted me with a smile, “Well aren’t you sweet on the ladies.” I smiled back, meeting his eyes, “What can I get you?” “What do I want or what did I come to get?” I joked, “How about both and we’ll meet in the middle.” he flashed me a grin, “Well I want four shots of vodka, but I’ll settle for water, they’re both clear, it’s a good compromise.” I gave a soft smile. “Is the party getting to be too much for you?” he asked, pulling a bottle of water out of a cooler under the table. “Yeah I got caught up in something I didn’t ask to be a part of,” I took the bottle from him, pressing it to the side of my face. “Well I am the ‘bar tender’, and bar tenders are basically therapists, want to tell me about it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with a soft smile. “Well, my friend bet me in a game of beer pong and lost,” I said, running a hand through my hair, “And now I have to play some college version of seven minutes of heaven.” I chuckled, looking down at my feet.
“It’s Jeon, isn’t it?” He asked, a grin splaying across his lips. I looked at him, “I’m guessing this happens a lot,” I said, “He’s known for pulling stupid party tricks like this, usually he picks the willing ones, the ones that throw themselves at his feet.” Tae said, leaning against the counter. “Usually? Implying it’s different this time,” I questioned, also leaning on the counter.
Tae took a step towards me and leaned in slightly, like he was about to tell me a secret.
“Well, you’re…different.” He said, “that meaning?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in question. “You aren’t just some party slut, you’re out of your element here and from what I’ve heard from Vi you don’t fall easy prey to ‘horny frat boys’ at ‘annoying back to campus parties’ and you don’t drink- and as a result of that you don’t think there’s a reason to come to parties because you don’t get anything out of it.” he smiled, scanning my face, I opened my mouth to ask how he knew that, “I have class with her, she was telling me all morning about how she was going to have to beg to get you here, and let’s be honest, she’s kind of an over sharer, so.” he gave me a reassuring pat on the arm. “So, how do I fit into his game then?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder towards the living room- where I’m supposed to be right now. “Because you’re hot and you aren’t interested in him so it’s his goal to change that,” Tae said, also glancing at the living room. “So it’s all a game,” he laughed, “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” He said, “He cheats at whatever party game he plays, the blind fold he used in the beer pong game, it’s thin enough to be see through if it’s pulled tight enough, it’s all rigged so he can’t lose,” he finished, grinning at my shocked expression. “I’m going to kick his ass,” I said, shaking my head as I laughed lightly.
I thought for a second about his ridiculousness, before I hatched a plan, “You know Tae,” I started, glancing over my shoulder again, “I’m going to play my own little game,” I said, smirking at him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but I’m in.” I shared my plan with Tae, “I like the way you think,” He said, “Thanks, love,” I said, winking, before leaving to find Jeon.
I found him in the living room, talking to some other guys, I approached him with a smile, “Sorry I got caught up,” I said, giving a polite smile to his friend. “I was starting to think you bailed,” he said, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me against him, “I’ll catch up to you later, I have a date to dazzle,” Jeon said, pulling me away from his friend to the middle of the dancing crowd.
We danced for an hour, we danced all sorts of dirty, bumping and grinding, roaming hands. I turned around to face him, running my hands up his chest, shoulders, the back of his neck and through his hair. His hands slid from my hips down to my butt; I gave a breathy chuckle, “Someone’s handsy,” I whispered in his ear, leaning in close enough for my lips to brush against his ear. “What’s dirty dancing without a little touching?” He whispered back, trailing kissed from my ear towards my mouth, I placed a finger between our lips before they could touch. He smirked at me, pulling me closer somehow, even though we were already pressed flush together, “Don’t be a tease,” He said, pulling my hand away and kissing the back of it. “What if I don’t want to kiss you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side with a smirk. “Well then that’s a party foul,” He said, smirking back. “No, you know what’s a party foul?” I asked, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip, he let out a shaky breath, gripping my hips tightly, “Cheating at beer pong cause you knew I’d reject you.” I chuckled, unwrapping my arms from him, and stepping away. He gawked at me for a solid minute, before he spoke, “How did you- wait, wait, wait, so wait. Does this mean that this whole hour of you dancing with me was just to get me all worked up so you leave me?” He asked, staring at me in disbelief, “How does it feel to get played for once, Jeon?” I asked, giving him a teasing smile before walking away. “How does it feel to be a bitch?” He called after me, to which I just threw my hand up in acknowledgement.
I wandered through the house and eventually outside, looking for Vi. I noticed on my way through the house Tae was missing from the table, I frowned, wanting to share how my plan went. Once I breached the crowd and landed back on the porch I looked around, spotting Vi sitting the lap of some guy. I cringed and started off towards her, I was stopped when a figure lurch towards me from the side, grabbing my arm. I whipped my head over as I pulled my arm out of the person’s grasp, prepared to snap at whoever it was that grabbed me. Tae stood there, with his hands up defensively “Hey, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that, I just wanted to catch you before you stepped off of the porch.” He said, a nervous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “No, no it’s okay you just scared the hell out of me,” I laughed, bringing a hand up to cover my face, slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckled, “Well you’re outside so I’m guessing the plan went?” he asked, his lips turning into a sly grin. “It went,” I smiled, pleased with myself.
“And??” He asked, “I want details, love.” he grinned at me as he ushered me to follow him to the wicker love seat on the porch, I sat and looked over to make sure I could still see Vi. “Okay so like we danced for like a whole god damn hour, and eventually he started getting touchy so I figured it was time-” I told him the run down of what happened, slowly the biggest grin stretched over his mouth and he let out a laugh, “Well aren’t you a little savage,” He smiled at me, “Sometimes,” I admitted, looking back in Vi’s direction, she was still seated on someone’s lap. “She has a class at 8am, it’s almost 2, I should take her home…” I said, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked at Vi. “I know I have that unnecessarily early class with her.” He sighed, I stood up and smoothed out my skirt, “I’ll see you around,” I looked back at Tae who was still seated, “See you around~” he smiled at me. I walked over to Vi, setting a hand on her shoulder, “Hey we should go, you have to get up early hun,” I said, she groaned at me, “Fine fine,” she waved my hand away. I looked back towards the house in time to see Jeon walk out, immediately spotting Tae and walking over to him, Tae saw him coming towards him and stood up, greeting him with a crooked grin. Vi got up, much to this guys displeasure, fixed her dress and wrapped her shawl around herself. She wobbled a bit as she walked back towards the house, I stood close behind her so I could grab her if she tumbled.
As I climbed the steps of the porch I looked over at Tae, who locked eyes with me instantly. He gave me a wink and then he slapped his hand on Jeon’s shoulder, “Jeon Jungkook got his ass handed to him by a girl,” I almost stopped in my tracks as I looked back over with wide eyes, I saw Jeon lightly push him just before I walked through the back door, stretching my arm out to grab Vi’s shawl so I wouldn’t lose her in the crowd.
When we got home I kicked off my boots with ease where as Vi struggled to not fall on her face as she tried to take hers off, once she got them off she carefully walked towards our small sofa and flopped down on it. “I saw that you spent like 90% of the party either stalking me or chatting with that drink guy,” she said, I nodded, “Well stalking you was my job, remember?” I said, arching an eyebrow at her. “I know,” she said, yawning, “He was cute wasn’t he,” she gave me a lazy smile. “I mean yeah he was nice to look at but I’d rather peel my face off than to be around him,” I said with a light chuckle. “uhm you were basically flirting with him all night?!” she said, sitting up to look at me. “Jeon?” I asked, unzipping my skirt down its side. “No no! The drink dude,” she said, flopping back down. “Oh…Tae, yeah he was sweet.” I said, smiling to myself. “Hmm Tae, Tae…Tae,” she said his name a few times, “I’ll remember for next time,” she said, pulling the blanket off of the back of the couch covering herself with it.
Two days later I’m standing in the college library, walking through the rows of books, looking for the religion section.
I saw someone pushing a cart of books and I walked towards them.
Maybe the employee can point me towards the religion isle.
I walked around the corner of the isle, realizing the employee pushing the cart was Tae. I grinned and walked up to the cart, purposely picking up the book he had been reaching for. “Hey you,” I smiled at him, examining the back cover of the book I had picked up, “Somehow I feel like biochemics isn’t something you’d be into.” he said, leaning his elbows on the cart, smiling at me. “It’s not,” I placed the book back on the cart, “You work here?” I asked, he grinned, “Nah I just volunteer, why?” he tilted his head to the side, “Would you mind showing me where I would find the religion area?” I asked, he nodded, “Sure thing, right this way hun,” he smiled at me, pushing off the cart and walking off, leaving the cart in the middle of an isle. “Why religion?” he asked, glancing back at me, “I’m a religion studies major,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers along the spines of the books. “Ahh, why that major?” he asked, turning down an isle, and stopping. “I like to learn about religions, their similarities and differences and such.” I answered, running a hand through my hair.
“Sounds pretty interesting,” he said, a smile forming on his lips, “I think it is,” I smiled as I looked at the rows of books. “Hey, just a heads up, there’s a party on Friday, Vi is going to try and talk you into going,” he said, “Well then I’ll probably end up going.” I said, looking up at him.
“Are you going to be there?” I asked, tilting my head to the side and cocking an eyebrow, “I will be,” he said, a smirk tugged at his lips, “Are you going to be playing bar tender again?” I asked, taking the time to actually look at his face. He was cute, he had warm brown eyes and tan skin kissed by the gods themselves, he had a cute freckle on his nose, and pretty pink lips. “No, I’m just attending,” he said, “If you want to talk to someone who isn’t wasted, you can always come find me~” he said, giving me a wink as he walked off. I smiled to myself as I looked at the books for the ones I wanted.
I might enjoy this next party, after all
A/N: The ending was rushed and I didn’t proof read. Thanks for reading~
So I’m planning to post a few of these. I’ve gone through and watched the miniseries several times now and me and my friends have been talking about pretty frequently in the past month or so. We have a lot of ideas of symbolism and what do certain aspects of the shows represent.
This one in particular however I have to give credit to my friend Sydney because it took her one watch to crack this baby open. I hadn’t even thought of it and I haven’t seen one person to take this conclusion away even after multiple re-watches. Looking back on it though, it seems fairly obvious.
It has to do with the beast and the idea of just what the heck is it?
The most common fan interpretation going around is that the beast resembles the devil, or something along those lines. A monster that feeds on dying souls. However, as a few of my friends pointed out, that interpretation doesn’t really make much sense.
If The Unknown is the Afterlife, then how would dying be of any real concern? Are you double dead at that point? Does your soul cease to exist? Double Dying is not a particularly novel idea and it does provide stakes to a story, but why does the Beast feed indiscriminately on children? And how does the Woodsman’s daughter come back at the end. There are some missing elements.
However, when we start to consider other elements of the show, the beast’s true identity becomes clear.
First things first, let’s take a look at an element nobody seems to be able to make sense of. That being the turtles.
The Black Turtles are all over this show and most people who’ve tried to interpret them can’t really say that they are much more than a motif. But we know that isn’t true considering what they do to Beatrice’s Dog.
Beatrice’s Dog, smelling the candy Greg put on a turtle, eats it and then becomes a hideous monster with glowing eyes, hellbent on chasing the boys and devouring the entirety of Greg’s candy. The monster it becomes is terrifying and comes pretty close to ripping Greg and Wirt to shreds. So we know without a doubt the turtles have some kind of evil magic.
Without the turtle, Beatrice’s dog is just a sweet puppy who even helps get Greg out of the river. The turtles make him malicious, and interestingly enough, obsessed with a thing he did when he ate the turtle in the first place. Getting all of Greg’s candy is all it cares about, to the point it jumps off of a house.
The next time we see the Turtles is in The Ringing of the Bell, when Greg and Wirt encounter bunches of them kept in barrels. This is where people get confused about the turtles because we see Auntie Whispers eat them but without going through any kind of transformation. We assume Auntie Whispers initially is evil but later discover she’s a kind old woman just trying to protect Lorna, and she even warns the boys about Adelaide. However there is one character in the show who is corrupted by evil.
We don’t know if Lorna ate a turtle or not, but it is interesting she’s another good person turned crazy after being in close proximity to them. I’m going to say she didn’t eat them though, as when Wirt commands the spirit to leave, Lorna isn’t coughing up any black turtles. Auntie Wither’s also mentions it’s Greg and Wirt’s influence that has made her wicked again. But what does Lorna affectionately refer to them as? Her turtles. They are a corrupting force just like the turtles, something Lorna would know, and they corrupt her in the same way the turtles corrupt Beatrice’s Dog. Why then does Auntie Whisper’s have all these turtles? Well, we know Auntie Whisper’s is a good woman, if a bit strange looking, and also has magical abilities. Perhaps she’s eating the turtles as a way of disposing of them to keep them from hurting other people, and over the years it’s taken its toll on her physical appearance.
Either way, this is sort of where we begin to see how evil corrupts souls in The Unknown. Unlike Beatrice’s Dog, the spirit possessing Lorna is a lot more conniving of an evil monster. It uses her voice to speak to Greg and Wirt to try and convince them to let her eat them. It’s a bit more plotting.
So now let’s look at the beast. A strange monster running around in the woods lying and manipulating people into keeping its lantern lit. However, interestingly enough, we have no idea how long the Beast has been around. It could be generations, or it could be a few months. We have no idea. The woodsman and the tavern people let us know what the Beast does, but it could be the Beast has only been doing it for a few weeks. The warning would be the same either way.
Let’s say a person, or rather a child, curiously wandered out into the woods and got lost in the dark. Frightened, they ran out of oil for the lamp, and were caught wandering blindly through the forest. Now let’s say that person somehow wound up eating a turtle, or maybe, considering their oily appearance, tried to use the turtle as lantern fuel.
Of course that’s just a theory, but the give away that the Beast has eaten a turtle comes when Wirt proposes that the Lantern actually contains the Beast’s soul. The Beast immediately evaporates all the light around him, and Wirt frightened, looks into the dark, but then notices the Beast’s eyes.
They’re the same beautiful eyes of Beatrice’s Dog when it ate a turtle and became a monster. Wirt then get’s a look on his face as if he understands something, and he realizes the Beast has no power, and that he can just take Greg and go.
So if this was the case, then who was the Beast before it ate the turtle? From it’s appearance, it looks distinctly like a tree from the forest. But what I always notice is the Beast’s cape that he wears almost like a shawl. The Beast also has an interesting connection with the Woodsman too. Since the Woodsman carries the Beast’s lantern. But the Beast knows interesting details about the Woodsman’s life, like the fact the Woodsman strayed from his cabin because he couldn’t stand coming home to find it empty. The Woodsman in turn seems to be the person in the wood to know the most about the Beast having wrestled the lantern away from it. They both share a motif connection with tree’s as the Woodsman chops them down for Lumber, and the Beast creates the trees out of souls.
Who then is the Beast?
The Beast is not lying when it says the soul of the Woodsman’s daughter is in the lantern, because the Beast is the woodsman’s daughter. The black shawl, the connection with trees, the fact that in the series opener, it is spring and she’s looking curiously off into the woods, as if wondering what exists out there.
When the Woodsman blows out the lantern once and for all, the next time we see him he is home at his cabin, not going inside because we know he can’t stand to see it empty, and who should come out to greet him but his daughter.
She’s even carrying a candle to symbolize the lantern. We don’t see any of the other people the Beast turned into tree’s reappear, so why then does the daughter survive. Because she was the beast.
In the very next cut too, we see the fish in the rowboat from episode 8, which we know was in the same area as the Beast since by that pond is where Wirt begins to turn into an Edelwood tree. And what is the fish pulling out of the pond?
A black turtle. Presumably the one the Woodsman’s daughter ate.
My theory then is this, the Woodsman’s daughter wandered out into the woods, got lost in the dark and had her lantern go out. She tried to use a turtle as fuel and as a result, became the Beast.
TL;DR: The Beast is the woodsman daughter because she ate/used a turtle as lantern fuel.
After your little chat with Hux, he gave you his number and told you to let you know whenever you’re free. You happily followed him out the door and promised to call him soon. You went back to the kitchen with a smile on your face.
“So who was the guy?” Rey asked as she was icing some cupcakes.
“He came in a couple days ago and we talked. He came back to ask me to dinner.”
“What’s his name?”
Rey nodded, “So you gonna go for it?” Rey finished icing the last one and began setting them into a box.
You began to clean up her mess, “Yeah. He seems really nice and God knows the last time I’ve been on a date.”
“Well, I hope it all works out for ya, friend!” Rey booped your nose with the icing bag and left the kitchen to go out front.