This is long, be warned. I live in a lowish income neighborhood. My little section is pretty nice, but if you go a few blocks in any direction, it gets pretty shitty. That means I’ve had a few run ins with skeevy meth heads and small time thieves.
This started when I moved in to my house. I noticed that on trash pick-up days, people would go up and down the alley where the trash cans go and dig through looking for recyclables. One of them was a guy I called Old Bob.
Old Bob lived a few houses down. He said he collected to buy presents for his grandkids. I don’t think the kids liked pints of Dark Eyes vodka, but he was harmless. So I started bagging up my cans separately so Old Bob didn’t have to dig through my trash.
Then, there were Tweeter and Skeeter. They would roll up and down the alley in a junky old truck with no exhaust that belched blue smoke. They looked like the after pictures from Faces of Meth. After they saw in was bagging cans for Old Bob, they started grabbing them. This didn’t sit well with me.
The next time I saw Old Bob, I told him I would leave my stuff just inside my yard, up against my shed, where you couldn’t see the bag from the alley. This went on for a month. Then, I heard and smelled Tweeter and Skeeter rumbling down the alley. I didn’t think anything of it, then I heard the rattle of a bag of aluminum cans being thrown into the bed of a truck. Those fuckers had gone into my yard to grab Old Bob’s drinking money. That shit would not stand.
I went to the hardware store; I bought a cheap pair of locks and some latches. I put the latches on my trash cans, I would unlock them when I left for work, which was about 15 minutes before the trash truck came down the alley. I also gave Old Bob a key. By this time, we were becoming downright neighborly. I would chat with him and have him help me around the yard and throw any spare cash his way.
After a few weeks, I heard Tweeter and Skeeter again. I heard them stop, then rattle the can lids, then drive off. I came out the next morning and the fuckers had pried the latches off my cans, and stolen the locks, too.
Now I was pissed. They were stealing Old Bob’s drinking money, and they had fucked with my shit. I stopped keeping cans separate, and started dumping used cat litter over everything.
Tweeter and Skeeter would still roll up to my trash area, but they weren’t willing to dig through shit to get anything. Old Bob was still helping me around the yard, so I would hands him bags of cans when he was over, in addition to the extra cash.
Everything was quiet for a few months. Then, we had a bad storm and the gutters on the alley side of my shed got messed up. They were in OK shape, but the underlying board and gotten torn up. It was too late in the day to do anything, but I figured Old Bob and I could take care of it the next day.
That night, I was woken up by Tweeter and Skeeters damn truck. But before I could throw pants and shoes on and chase them off, they were gone. So were the gutters on my shed.
Needless to say, I was fucking livid. After I calmed down, I went to Home Depot to get a new gutter. As luck would have it, I heard the fucking meth-mobile start up in the parking lot as I was walking in.
I wasn’t about to confront them directly, since I like having all of my blood and internal organs on the inside. What in did do, though, was get a good look at their liscense plates.
They were expired (of course) but the layer of soot from burning oil had obscured the sticker. You wouldn’t notice it from more than 5 feet away.
Finally, I had a way to get back at them. I called a relative who knew a few of the local PD. They said the address on the last registration was a house that had since been burned down in a meth lab fire. They never caught the cooks, but they going to keep an eye out for the truck. If nothing else, they would get a ticket and have to put current plates with a real address on them.
I was OK with this, but I wanted blood. I got my wish when the city did heavy trash pick-up.
I put an old grill in my back yard and scratched “Not Trash”, on the underside, along with spraypainting the smokestack white. Sure enough, Tweeter and Skeeter saw it and couldn’t resist. Once they had done that, I spent a few hours on a Saturday driving around the shittier parts of my neighborhood until I spotted my grill sitting in a yard.
I called my buddy with the police contacts and told them where they could find Tweeter and Skeeter and their un-registered vehicle, along with a stolen grill.
A few hours later, Tweeter and Skeeter came home to a few cops waiting for them. Since scrapping from heavy trash pick-up had been good to them, they were caught with a not insignificant amount of Meth and a lot of precursors to make more.
Tweeter has to serve out a 5 year sentence in prison. He also pinned the lab fire on Skeeter, who will be serving 10 years along side him.
Summary: A chill day with your son, he tells you his daddy is gonna surprise you and you think nothing of it at first.
a/n: so im back!! ive been vv busy if anyone was wondering. my macbook charger also got chewed up by my dog so no laptop, writjng has been very hard. i cant type on app because it crashes and this mobile browser SUCKS. so heres a writing butlike.. I wanted to write something for Jasmine but like I ended up really wanting to write Dad!Shawn. Bc I’m ready so ready, areyouready????? BTW I HAVE MOBILE PERMALINKS IN MY DESCRIPTION NOW IM SO EXCITED
“Mommy, suprise!” Your 2 year old yells out after giving you a kiss on the cheek when you picked him up to carry him. It sent you and Karen laughing. He has never said that before.
“Aaliyah taught him a new word.” Karen laughed and sat down on the couch. She brought Caden home on Saturday afternoon after his weekly Friday night sleep over at his Avó Karen and Vovô Manny’s. You and Shawn taught Caden how to say Grandpa and Grandma in Portuguese, which made your in-laws very happy. They watched him on the days you had to work. And on Fridays, Caden slept over at his Avó Karen and Vovô Manny’s.
“How is she?” You ask, sitting beside her. This was a weekly Saturday afternoon thing for you and Karen, catching up with each other. Letting your son play with his toys on the carpet in front of the couch. Aaliyah decided to go to University of California in Berkeley. Very long ways from home, but she loved San Francisco, which was like thirty five minutes from her apartments.
“She’s happy to be home,” Normally, you would always see Aaliyah every time she came home from California. But you have been busy with work and Caden that you haven’t gotten the chance to. “We hear rumors from her best friend that she’s got an American boyfriend.”
That was Karen and Manny. All of Shawn and Aaliyah’s friends loves them. Even if Shawn or Aaliyah was halfway across the continent, or even the world, their friends always talked to them. Karen and Manny knows everything that is going on with their children’s friends, not hearing it from their children, but hearing it from the friends themselves that updates them.
“Shawn’s gonna love that.” Emphasizing on love.
Karen laughs again, “I can already tell.”
Even if Aaliyah was already in her second year of College, Shawn still disliked the idea of her getting a boyfriend. When she bought her first boyfriend home, Shawn scared the poor boy off. In his defense, Aaliyah was only 17. But in her defense, you and Shawn were 17 when you started dating. Because of that, if the two of you had a baby girl, she would probably get married at sixty.
“What did you do at Avó and Vovô’s yesterday?” You ask, standing near the floor to ceiling windows, drinking tea while your son was playing with his cars on the floor.
“Uhm,” He replied, not giving any less attention to his toys. “I saw Daddy.” He said in his cute little voice. It always amazes you how smart this kid is and how much words he says. Not thinking much of what he said, you figured that Shawn probably FaceTimed his parents.
“Yeah, what did Daddy say?” You missed Shawn dearly while he was promoting his new album. Sooner or later, he’s gonna be gone for tour again.
“I dunno,” Caden blurted his answer your question, he was too focused on his toy cars to care about your question.
“Daddy’s gonna come home soon, you know it?” You smile at your 2 year old. You knew he misses his Dad, but you knew he doesn’t have the concept of soon.
“Yes!” He yelled. “Daddy’s gonna come home latuh.”
“No, Cadence,” Mentioning his full first name. Shawn wanted to name him something to do with music and you weren’t even sure what cadence means, you got lost when Shawn was explaining it to you. But you did like the name. “Not later. Soon though.”
Caden didn’t give you any attention after that, kids whenever they were distracted. You stared out the windows of the house that you and Shawn built after you got married. Both of you definitely wanted to start a family with kids in mind, and Shawn’s pretty condo in Downtown Toronto wasn’t the place you wanted to raise your kids in. It was obviously decided the house to be in Pickering, close to Downtown Toronto and both of your parents. It’s a gorgeous 5 bedroom house with a spacious kitchen, big backyard, a basement for Shawn’s ‘mancave’, and a lot more. You joke around about living the American dream in Canada a lot.
“Mommy, surprise!” Caden yells and hands you his toy car. It was such a cute gesture that your heart melted.
“Oh, thank you, honey.” You messed with his curly waves that was just like Shawn’s. If he saw this, he would be so happy.
You missed Shawn dearly. He’s been gone for a month, going to different places every other day. A phone call at least once a day if he’s not busy. A FaceTime if he’s on the bus or in a hotel room. He still has a month left before the promo ends, then he’s going to tour soon after that. You and Caden are hopefully going on tour with him for a short time, your little boy isn’t really fond of traveling.
You missed Shawn so much you couldn’t help but talk to your son. “Caden, I miss your daddy. Do you?”
“No,” Caden looks at you for a second and goes back to playing with his toys. He looks so much like Shawn, except Caden got your nose and face shape. You and Shawn knew he’s gonna be so good looking.
“I see daddy yestuhdey.”
You laugh at how he said yesterday, but in the back of your head, you thought that maybe Shawn is in town and Caden did see him. You shrugged the idea off since it was quite impossible.
You stare out the window, watching the few cars pass by. You knew whose car each one of them were since they live in the neighborhood.
You spot Aaliyah’s car and got excited as her car turned the curb to get to your house. You moved away from the windows to go to the kitchen to make Aaliyah coffee. As you walked past your son, you gave him a kiss on the forehead, telling him that his Auntie Liyah is here.
You got the Keurig heating up when you heard the front door open and close shut. Your heart skipped a beat, being so excited to see your sister-in-law. You figured that she let herself in, which you don’t mind at all. It was just Aaliyah.
You were very surprised not to see Aaliyah standing in the living room, but found Shawn instead. He had Caden in his arms. He put Caden down once you were standing in front of each other. You couldn’t say anything aside from jump on him and give him a hug. Almost knocking him over because you caught him off guard.
“Oh,” Shawn chuckled while he had you in his arms. He had been missing you and Caden a lot. Shawn had a week off all in all, due to something happening in the cities he was gonna go to. It was only a few hours plane ride to Toronto, he couldn’t help but go home. “I missed you too.” He put you down on the ground after a tight hug.
“What? How are you here?” You watched him as he picked the now sleepy Caden up. Caden putting his head on his daddy’s shoulder.
“I’ll explain later.” Shawn gives you that jaw dropping smile. You missed him so much.
Shawn whispered something into your son’s ear that you couldn’t hear, it made Caden lift his head and yelled, “Surprise, mommy!” Caden is like Shawn’s carbon copy. They both had this goofy smile on their faces. You figured out why Aaliyah taught your son the word.
“You two are too cute. Come here, give mommy a kiss,” You smile at two of your favorite guys in the whole world.
Caden pouting his lips and leaning in to give you a sound and wet kiss. “Mwah,” he makes the noise every time he gives a kiss. It was too cute, you couldn’t help but giggle.
Shawn leaned in to give you a quick smack. He wanted to kiss you longer, but your son was present. Caden was also impatient and sleepy, wanting his daddy to put him in bed for nap time. Shawn happily agreed to.
Once Shawn put your son in bed, it was time for the both of you. All cuddled up on the couch, John Mayer softly playing in the background, you guys caught up on everything that wasn’t mentioned in the calls.
The poisoned places on this map stretch from Warren, Pennsylvania, a town on the Allegheny River where 36 percent of children tested had high lead levels, to a zip code on Goat Island, Texas, where a quarter of tests showed poisoning. Source
Dan Stevens is having a bit of a moment. In February, you could see him Legion, FX’s stellar, must-see Marvel TV series in which the 34-year-old English actor plays a troubled young man who, despite having lived in a mental institution since his teens, discovers that he’s not really schizophrenic. (The bad news: He’s actually an all-powerful mutant, wanted by the government and controlled by a vicious parasite living inside his mind.) A month later, you might waltz down to your local multiplex and detect Stevens under lots of fur, playing the menacing, melancholy monster in Disney’s live-action version of Beauty and the Beast. And this week, you can head down to your friendly neighborhood art-house theater and see him in The Ticket, an indie character drama about a blind man who inexplicably regains his sight. Factor in small supporting parts in both skewed rom-com/giant-monster movie Colossal and the Richard Gere vehicle Norman, both hitting theaters in the next few weeks, and though it’s only April, the former Downton Abbey heartthrob seems well on his way to winning 2017.
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But during a phone interview, he says he has a hard time looking at this year as some sort of grand, preplanned breakthrough. Really, Stevens insists, it’s just how circumstances worked out. “A lot of things I’ve been working on over the last few years happen to be coming out at the same time,” he demurs. “I did The Ticket four years ago; Beast was created two years ago; and we shot the Legion pilot almost a year ago to the day. It’s amazing how these [releases] sometimes coincide.”
Working in British theater and television for years, Stevens kept building up his resumé. He was then cast in a period drama that writer-director Julian Fellowes was developing in 2010, a multi-narrative about the masters-and-servants relationships in an English estate. Quicker than you could say “upstairs, downstairs,” Downton Abbey became an unexpected pop cultural phenomenon and his caddish-to-compassionate character Matthew Crawley became a fan favorite. In 2012, Stevens left the popular PBS show — his character died in a car crash — and he and his family made the trek to New York. Soon, he was appearing on Broadway alongside Jessica Chastain in a Tony-nominated revival of The Heiress. “Jessica was having a similar moment back then,” he recalls. “I think she had seven films that she’d been working on the previous five years come out in one year. So it’s been great to know her and have seen her go through this. It helps.”
Some noticeably non–drawing-room-drama roles followed that garnered Stevens attention – a psychotic soldier in The Guest, a cross-dressing writer in the cult Web series High Maintenance.
But it was the play that put him in touch with director Ido Fluk, who had been developing a script, inspired by the 2008 economic meltdown, about a blind man whose regained sight activates a materialistic side that leads him to become a predatory success at his real-estate company. After seeing Stevens in The Heiress, the filmmaker knew he had found his star. “When you meet Dan, you realize he’s an incredibly smart person,” Fluk says, adding, “Do you know he was a judge on the Man Booker Prize [in 2012]? What actor do you meet that also has done that?”
“Ido was one of the first directors I met when I got to New York who seemed genuinely excited to collaborate on something,” Stevens says. “It’s a wonderful thing to find that. … I just immediately thought [the script] was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever read. It was almost like a dark fairy tale — it had a real fable quality to it.”
Gloom-flecked fairy tales have been his specialty of late. Even though they were made far apart, it’s hard not to see connections between his work in Legion, Beast and The Ticket. In all three, he plays characters who dance between the shadow and the light — there’s a dark side within these people that cripples them. Sometimes that monstrousness is of their own making, as with his cursed Beast; in Legion, it’s an external evil that his reluctant superhero must battle to the death. When it’s suggested that his Ticket character is also someone who goes through a transformation — from a good soul to a morally bankrupt one — Stevens objects passionately.
“Ido and I really enjoyed this almost taboo idea of ‘What if he actually wasn’t all that great a person before the movie?’” he responds. “It’s interesting that you see this person as going from a nice guy to an awful man. You know, there’s not a huge amount of evidence that his relationships were necessarily that happy beforehand. It’s interesting that people immediately leap to the conclusion that the blind man must be the nice guy. Playing with that taboo felt very alive, very dangerous.
"It’s almost like we shouldn’t make assumptions about anybody,” he adds with a sarcastic laugh. “It’s a good thing to look around and question a few things – it’s a healthy instinct.” (Asked if that extended to the notion of recasting Josh Gad’s LeFou in Beauty and the Beast as gay, a concept that has caused more controversy than its creators probably intended, Stevens replies, “You know, like a lot of things that people get whipped up about online, [it’s] neither one thing or the other. It certainly made Josh’s character a little more interesting than he might otherwise have been.”)
If Stevens himself has a dark side, he’s done a superb job concealing it from his costars. “There’s a certain level of absurdity to our show, and Dan can really tap into that,” Rachel Keller, his Legion costar, says; she cites the scene in which the two halves of his character’s brain, one of which speaks with a British accent, argue with each other. “He can be very focused, very intense – and then he’ll spot a neighborhood bookstore, get wide-eyed and jump around a little bit: ‘Can we go in there?!’” She laughs. “That actually happened.”
His hot streak has left him very much in-demand. He’ll be part of The Raid filmmaker Gareth Evans’ new Netflix thriller Apostle with Michael Sheen and Lucy Boynton, and another season of Legion beckons. You’ll forgive him if it’s all a bit of a blur. “Somebody made me aware that it’s been five years since I was cast in The Heiress,” he says, almost surprised. “So that’s an interesting five-year sort of chapter-marker right there with the release of The Ticket, Beauty and the Beast and Legion – it’s been five years since I came to the States.”
He takes a minute to reflect on how his life has changed in that time span, remembering where he was when he started the smaller of the three projects. “I walked onto that set straight from the set of Night at the Museum 3,” he recalls, “which was my first big studio [film].” Stevens laughs. “I was Sir Lancelot – this sort of mad, bluff idiot, this giant character.” So from Lancelot to Legion – is this his moment? “It has been an interesting few years,” he admits, before cackling loudly one last time.
• If they have shared classes, they pick each other for projects because it’s easier since they can get together outside of school.
• They have study nights that turn into movie nights.
• They talk through their windows to each other when they are grounded from their phones.
• They initially were brought together when they both walked their dogs at the same time, and the dogs started playing.
• Their parents have a rivalry over best Halloween or Christmas decorations.
• They strategically do outside chores (mowing the lawn, watering the garden, etc) at the same time.
• They bike to their favorite neighborhood spots.
• They attempt to feed and care for the same stray cats.
• They gossip about the crazy neighbors, the hot neighbors, the neighbors with the cutest dogs, etc.
• They disappointingly can’t use the going to each other’s house ploy when they want to go to a party.
• They carpool to school.
• They actively try to piss off their most hated neighbor.
• They both are life guards at the community pool.
Poor Chuck was living an introverted, shy life in an extroverted demanding house and just needed someone else to take the pressure off. His parents wanted a lot more from him, he just wanted to listen to music. One day he was at the neighborhood park when he spotted another little boy who looked just enough like him playing alone near the monkey bars. He was one of the Smith kids.
The Smiths lived in the same cul-de-sac as the Crisses and had seven children. Two sets of twins, one teenage daughter, a brand new baby boy, and Jared.
Chuck knew Jared from the neighborhood, small and curious, a wanderer who spent most of the day outside playing with another neighbor girl who had a soccer ball and used him as a goalie.
He would do.
Chuck brought Jared home to his parents - kidnapped, really - but what does that mean to a little kid? His parents were naturally aghast at the sudden appearance of new little boy who did actually look a bit like them. But he wasn’t their son and really did need to go back to his family.
But then Jared started doo-wopping across the kitchen floor, something Chuck would never do, and The Crisses decided that Jared, soon to be Darren, would do nicely. Even if his hair was curly, that wasn’t enough to throw anyone off.
Chuck signed in relief and escaped to the sanctuary of his room for the next several years while Darren took on the attention of their parents. This is, of course, why we’ve never seen any photos of Darren under the age of 6.
Of course at some point the Crisses decided that perhaps Jared - now Darren - should go back to his family (and maybe they too had grown a little exhausted of Darren, formerly Jared, who was now 8 and quite a handful). The Smiths seemed not to realize that Jared - now Darren - had been missing (3 doors down the cul-de-sac) for a number of years. Though with 6 other kids with 2 set of young twins it’s not hard to imagine how things could go unnoticed.
The Smiths took Darren - once again Jared - back until his early teenage years, but Darren missed his new family too much. Missed his new, albeit quiet brother quite a lot, and his new parents who loved his doo-wopping so much. His original parents had to divide their time and attention over quite a few kids. So the Smiths walked Darren back over to the Crisses and handed him over with a guitar and a permanent new name.
And Darren has happily lived as Darren ever since.
And the girl at Bottlerock who called Darren out as Jared Smith? That’s the girl he used to play soccer with. She never quite forgot him and has been wondering where Jared went for decades.
And that is the Curious Case of Jared Smith Darren Criss
The following is a rough list of my favorite films dealing with revenge! I tried to focus on movies where revenge is central to the plot, but others are included for their important commentary on the subject or the brutality of the act. Since I’ve already made a post about school revenge movies, none of them are featured. This post is dedicated to @congenitaldisease because she inspired me to complete it! All of the descriptions are from IMDb or Wikipedia!
Dead Man’s Shoes (2004)
A disaffected soldier returns to his hometown to get even with the thugs
who brutalized his mentally-challenged brother years ago.
Red Road (2006)
Jackie spends her days monitoring a series of
surveillance cameras trained on a rough Glasgow neighborhood. She spots
Clyde, an ex-convict, on one of the screens, then becomes
obsessed with him. When she devises a plan to meet and seduce him, the
reason for her obsession becomes clear.
Katalin Varga (2009)
Varga is cast out of her home when her husband discovers that her son
Orban is not his. Taking Orban with her, Katalin sets out on a long
journey to track down and punish the men who raped her 11 years earlier.
Kill Bill Vol. 1 (2003)
The Bride wakens from a four-year coma. The child she carried in her
womb is gone. Now she must wreak vengeance on the team of assassins who
betrayed her - a team she was once part of.
Kill Bill Vol. 2 (2004)
The Bride continues her quest of vengeance against her former boss and
lover Bill, the reclusive bouncer Budd and the treacherous, one-eyed
The Virgin Spring (1960)
A kind but pampered beautiful young virgin and her family’s pregnant and
jealous servant set out to deliver candles to church, but only one
returns from events that transpire in the woods along the way.
Blue Ruin (2013)
A mysterious outsider’s quiet life is turned upside
down when he returns to his childhood home to carry out an act of
vengeance. Proving himself an amateur assassin, he winds up in a brutal
fight to protect his estranged family.
Ex-con Alex plans to flee to the South with his girl
after a robbery. But something terrible happens and revenge seems
Buster and Billie (1974)
In a rural 1940s southern town, a socially awkward high school girl is taken advantage of by the boys…
Kiss of the Tarantula (1976)
undertaker’s teenage daughter uses pet
spiders to punish her uncle and practical jokers.
Carrie White, a shy, friendless teenage girl who is sheltered by her
domineering, religious mother, unleashes her telekinetic powers after
being humiliated by her classmates at her senior prom.
Law Abiding Citizen (2009)
A frustrated man decides to take justice into his own hands after a plea
bargain sets one of his family’s killers free. He targets not only the
killer but also the district attorney and others involved in the deal.
Edge of Darkness (2010)
As homicide detective Thomas Craven investigates the death of his
activist daughter, he uncovers not only her secret life, but a corporate
cover-up and government collusion that attracts an agent tasked with
cleaning up the evidence.
Double Jeopardy (1999)
A woman framed for her husband’s murder suspects he is still alive; as
she has already been tried for the crime, she can’t be re-prosecuted if
she finds and kills him.
The Last House on the Left (1972 & 2009)
Two teenage girls head to a rock concert for one’s
birthday. While trying to score marijuana in the city, they are
kidnapped and brutalized by a gang of psychotic convicts.
The Hand that Rocks the Cradle (1992)
After her humiliated husband kills himself, an embittered pregnant widow
loses her child, and embarks on a mission of vengeance against a woman
and her family.
The Crow (1994)
A man brutally murdered comes back to life as an undead avenger of his and his fiancée’s murder.
The Brave One (2007)
A woman struggles to recover from a brutal attack by setting out on a mission for revenge.
An elder ronin samurai arrives at a feudal lord’s
home and requests an honorable place to commit suicide. But when the
ronin inquires about a younger samurai who arrived before him things
take an unexpected turn.
The Loved Ones (2009)
When Brent turns down his classmate Lola’s invitation to the prom, she concocts a wildly violent plan for revenge.
Shutter (2004 & 2008)
A young photographer and his girlfriend discover
mysterious shadows in their photographs after a tragic accident. They
soon learn that you can not escape your past.
A woman on the run from the mob is reluctantly
accepted in a small Colorado town. In exchange, she agrees to work for
them. As a search visits town, she finds out that their support has a
price. Yet her dangerous secret is never far away…
Straw Dogs (1971 & 2011)
A young American and his English wife come to rural England and face increasingly vicious local harassment.
Eye for an Eye (1996)
When the courts fail to keep behind bars the man who raped and murdered her daughter, a woman seeks her own form of justice.
A young woman’s quest for revenge against the people
who kidnapped and tormented her as a child leads her and a friend, who
is also a victim of child abuse, on a terrifying journey into a living
hell of depravity.
After a prank goes disastrously wrong, a group of boys are sent to a
detention center where they are brutalized; over 10 years later, they
get their chance for revenge.
Mean Creek (2004)
When a teen is bullied, his brother and friends lure the bully into the woods to seek revenge.
Nocturnal Animals (2016)
An art gallery owner is haunted by her ex-husband’s novel, a violent
thriller she interprets as a veiled threat and a symbolic revenge tale.
Secret in Their Eyes (2015)
A tight-knit team of rising investigators, along with their supervisor,
is suddenly torn apart when they discover that one of their own teenage
daughters has been brutally murdered.
Red, White And Blue (2010)
A woman attracts the attention of a psychotic former Army interrogator
and an emotionally fragile young man caring for his ailing mother.
Out of the Furnace (2013)
When Rodney Baze mysteriously disappears and law enforcement doesn’t
follow through fast enough, his older brother, Russell, takes matters
into his own hands to find justice.
A college co-ed is brutally raped and struggles alone to rebuild her life.
Leon: The Professional (1994)
Mathilda, a 12-year-old girl, is reluctantly taken in by Léon, a
professional assassin, after her family is murdered. Léon and Mathilda
form an unusual relationship, as she becomes his protégée and learns the
Willard (1971 & 2003)
A social misfit uses his only friends, his pet rats, to exact revenge on his tormentors.
Events over the course of one traumatic night in
Paris unfold in reverse-chronological order as the beautiful Alex is
brutally raped and beaten by a stranger in the underpass.
I Spit on Your Grave (1978 & 2010)
An aspiring writer is repeatedly gang-raped,
humiliated, and left for dead by four men whom she systematically hunts
down to seek revenge.
Namjoon tried to figure out the network of pathways and
tunnels that winded and curved underneath the town. He was finally able to find
the president’s home, shouldering the door to finally break it open, the
automated lock seemed to finally give way. Namjoon entered the house, nursing
his shoulder that was screaming in pain. Running around the rooms, he screamed
your name, but it was the draft that filtered into the house that threw him off
guard. The door, wide open and blowing in the wind, caused his heart to sink as
he shook his head in disbelief.
No, no, no. She can’t
be gone. Y/N! Y/N! He continued to scream, but it was no use, you were gone
and he had no clue where to start. Running out of the front of the house, he
saw footmarks in the perfectly pedicured grass, but also what looked like the
dragging of feet alongside it. No, no. He
muttered to himself, grabbing his phone, he texted the only people he could think
Yoongi and Hobi held Matthew’s arms wide while Jimin and
Jungkook took turns kicking and punching the group two leader. His head hung as
he gave in to the beating. Jin held his hand up to stop the blows.
What, hyung? We are
just getting started. Jungkook growled and Jin shook his head.
It’s Namjoon, Matthew’s
plan worked. Matthew lifted his head as he looked in horror at Jin.
Wha-What? He asked
in a small voice, his body giving into the pain.
Y/N was taken in the
break-in. Namjoon needs us to help. Jin replied and Yoongi and Hobi dropped
Matthew in response, letting him fall to the ground like a discarded rag.
Matthew laid there while the guys all stepped over him, only lifted his head
when he saw Jin’s feet standing in front of him. I hope you’re fucking happy. Her blood is on your hands. Jin spat
as he left with the guys and Matthew laid there. No one in the crowd came
forward to help and he felt the crippling loneliness consume him, as his head
filled with the fears of your pain.
Namjoon walked around the neighborhood, looking for any kind
of clues while the guys filtered their way into the house. Everything seemed to
be normal in the house, the only thing out of place was the front door swinging
wide open. Jin shook his head in sadness as he looked around.
Jungkook, you search
the bedroom for the president’s contact information. We will have to reach out
to him. Yoongi, Hobi, you two look around the house for anything that could
help us. Jimin, Tae, come with me, we need to get Namjoon. Jin rattled off
and the guys scattered. Jimin ran out the front door, before pausing on the
lawn. Walking over, he picked up a cloth and looked at Tae with a bit of uneasiness.
They know her time
limit. He murmured and Tae looked at the cloth. It was the band that
everyone in the Society wore to cover up their time limits that stained their
forearm. Tae sighed and looked around the neighborhood, spotting Namjoon in the
Namjoon hyung! He
screamed and Namjoon turned around, his eyes wild and his hair disheveled.
Running towards them, Jimin hid the cloth behind his back.
She can’t be too far. He
murmured. The government took her, they
dragged her. We need to go to the agency, I’m sure they are at the closest one!
He told them and Jin grabbed his shoulder.
Namjoon, we know where
the closest agency is, but we can’t go in there. It’s far too dangerous. He
murmured but Namjoon wasn’t listening, he was now staring at Jimin intently.
Why are you so
nervous? Namjoon asked the younger member, who didn’t speak, just shrugged.
Do you know something? Namjoon asked
rapidly and grabbed Jimin’s collar.
Hyung, stop it. Jimin
said quietly and Namjoon got right in his face.
I will not stop it.
This is Y/N’s life we are talking about. He said and Jimin sighed. Pulling
the cloth from behind his back and showing it to Namjoon.
This was on the front
lawn. Jimin said in a dejected tone. Namjoon took it carefully and looked
This may be dangerous,
but they know she’s a fugitive. He said and Jin looked at the cloth then at
Namjoon’s wild gaze.
Okay. I have the guys
informing the president about Y/N’s condition. Maybe he can give us some
insight. He murmured and Namjoon nodded.
I’ll get the car. Tae
piped up and ran towards the group one house. Jungkook ran out of the house
with his cell phone waving.
I have contacted the
president. He has instructions for us. Jungkook called and the group all devised
up their plan.
You sat alone in a cell, your eyes casted downwards as you
tried to control your breathing. Your mind was racing with the worst case
scenario as you looked down at your bare arm. The scenes from just an hour
prior kept replaying in your head as the men dragged you out of the house and
pulled at the cloth, looking down at your arm in disgust as you tried to pull
away from them. Your arms were covered in bruises from the forceful nature of
the men and you felt yourself slipping into a depression. What if they never get me? You asked yourself as you thought about
your father, your mother, group one, and Namjoon. You wanted to call out to
them, you wanted to scream, but instead you continued to rub at the time limit,
now red and inflamed from your constant rubbing. You felt the tears slip down
Namjoon sat in the car as they quietly drove out of the
compound. The orders from the president were simple enough. Meet me at a street corner. I will tell you
the plans. We are infiltrating the system. Those last 5 words was what got
everyone’s attention. The plan of the Society was to at some point infiltrate
the government and expose them for their actions, but they weren’t planning on
doing that any time soon. However, the president felt that this was a necessity
with the current situation of his daughter. Namjoon sighed heavily and pulled
at his own time limit covering. It had been years since he had looked at that
patch of his forearm, he had banished that date from his mind, but the nervous
habit of scratching the forbidden piece of skin was now encompassing his
The sunlight was fading when the guys met with the
president, his head covered with a hood as he stood quietly on the street
corner under the lamp.
Boys. He said
solemnly as they all looked down and bowed deeply. Don’t do that here. We are supposed to blend in. He spoke sternly
and the boys nodded vigorously.
We are sorry for what
has happened. Jin said, but the man shook his head.
What did happen? He
asked them for clarification and they all opened and closed their mouths,
finally the president looked at Namjoon.
You were closest to
Y/N, what happened? He asked directly and Namjoon sighed.
She was involuntarily
signed up by one of our own to be a volunteer. We have already handled that
situation, but when the break-in occurred, none of us were with her and she was
locked on the ground level. By the time we broke into the house, she had
already been taken into custody. Namjoon said quietly and the president
looked down with sadness as he tried to comprehend.
I spent all of this
time waiting for her to be under my observation, so that I knew she would be
safe, yet now she’s in complete danger, or maybe even worse, dead. He spoke
somberly and Namjoon took in a quick breath. Jin placed a hand on Namjoon’s
shoulder as he tried to calm his breathing. The last thing Namjoon wanted to
think about was you dead, but after the words were spoken, that’s all he could
What is the plan, sir?
We might still have a chance to save her. Yoongi said in a stern voice and
the president nodded.
Nightfall is coming. I
am suspecting that her connection to her mother means she will be in the same
facility. So we will go there. I already have connections there, people who
have slowly been infiltrating the system that will let us in. We will have to
work quickly, but maybe we can do this. The president rattled off and
Namjoon nodded vehemently. The president looked at Namjoon with a softer gaze
as he placed a hand on his shoulder. Let’s
get our girl.
In this wonderful display of animation the Ed’s go careening through Peach Creak forest spitting multiple trees in two.
This opening is so different from all the episodes. The episodes open up with a calm, fun, or mischievous atmosphere, They immediately get to the point drawing viewers in. Big Picture Show has viewers on the edge of theirs seats the second we open up to a very silent cul-de-sac. That is unheard of. Nobody lives in silence.
The car is getting more and more damaged as time goes.
I don’t know if anybody has ever read or seen Stephen King’s, Christine, but this car reminds me of the evil car. Thank God this car is not cursed otherwise it would have brought the Ed’s to their ultimate doom. The car may look like Christine because it belonged to a bad person. It doesn’t do the Ed’s any good nearly getting them killed.
I really recommend that you sit down and study all the frames of this one little scene with the Ed’s careening through each tree.
Race, Spot, and Albert. They’d been together for about two years now, and they were just out of their senior year of high school. They were constantly with each other, and if they weren’t, they were constantly texting. They mostly talked through snapchat, because Spot’s neighborhood had really bad service for some reason, so sometimes texts wouldn’t go through. Snapchat worked better for everyone anyway, ever since they added the group feature. The only problem was, they occasionally would get very weird, out of context, snaps from some of them. They’d accidentally snap the group instead of someone else they were messaging and send a very weird picture that didn’t make sense to the other two. It happened more often than one would think. The worst time it happened though, was in the middle of summer after their senior year.
My language program in the countryside is over, and I’m finally snuggled up back in my tiny apartment.
Just for my own personal memories, I wanted to write down a few of the highlights from this weird little 5 month transitionary period in my life.
I made lots of international friends. I was really worried about how I’d fit in, but my classmates were all awesome and it was great to feel part of a community.
I also got close with several of the Korean students through a mentoring/language exchange program. I made lots of guy friends actually, which is new for me, but fun. Lots of drinking beer, giving girl advice, debating about politics, and generally giving each other a hard time.
I was the MC for our university’s festival, which took hours of practice, last minute changes and improvisations, and general craziness, but was a really cool experience in the end.
I also joined the Taekwondo club, took a couple of trips to Jeonju, had a field trip to Everland, took a cooking class, saw a concert, and finally cracked down on studying for TOPIK.
Overall, I gained a lot more friends and unique experiences than I did language skills, but that’s okay. And now I am very glad to be back home with my cozy bed, kitchen, cat, boyfriend, and neighborhood coffee spots just two minutes outside my front door~
Request: Can I request a angst/fluff Monsta x Wonho scenario where you two break up over something and both feel sad and broken but then he decides to make you jealous so you see him with another girl. And at the end the members try to set you up and you get back together? Thanks :) -ii-ahn
When Wonho had called you to meet him in front of his dorm, you did not know whether to feel relieved or irritated that you had not even taken off your shoes and stepped inside your own home yet. It was hours since you had been out, and now you were going to head back out only having made it to the front of your door. Your boyfriend’s tone was urgent, so you sucked it up and made sure your door was locked before beginning to walk to his dorm.
Actually, you thought to yourself as you readjusted your handbag over your shoulder, it’s not that bad of a timing. I needed to tell him the news anyway. A yawn released from your mouth. You brought your hands to your eyes, and your fingertips brushed slightly where your dark circles sat. Hopefully, you would be able to get some sleep soon after you met up with Wonho.
After the taxi dropped you off, you walked down the nearby neighborhood before you spotted a familiar figure standing outside Monsta X’s dorm with a hoodie over his head, sweatpants and sandals. He shivered from the cold night as he waited for your arrival. A small smile appeared on your face, watching him from a few feet away. He was not wearing makeup nor was his hair styled. He always complained about how awful he looked, but you always loved the natural side of him. Sometimes, you forgot that you were dating a celebrity.
“Wonho,” you called out just when the distance between the both of you closed. Quickly, he turned around to the sound of your voice.
You thought that your heart would feel relieved once you got to see his face, but your smile fell once you noticed his solemn expression. That was not good news. You felt frozen to your spot and suddenly began to think of any wrongs that you did. Apparently, he had not called you out to hang out with him. Not with such a serious face, he did not. “Where have you been, (Y/N)?” he asked in a low voice. “You forgot about our plans, didn’t you?”
You inhaled deeply, trying to form the right words. Honestly, you did forget about your plans with him, but you knew that you could not ignore the emergency that arose. “I know. I’m sorry. I should have called you right away, but something came up, and I forgot. That’s what I wanted to tell you. I-”
“Was it really important that you forgot about me?” sighed Wonho, his breath visible in the cold air. “This is the fifth time, (Y/N).”
You gulped guiltily and nodded your head. “I know, Wonho, but this time, it was really important. My-”
“Were you with Mingyu again?” Wonho asked, this time, with a little bit of irritation in his voice. The accusation shocked you.
Mingyu was your ex-boyfriend. He was the reason that you missed dates with Wonho two out of the five times. Wonho always seemed to be wary about your ex even though you assured him that everything was okay. Mingyu was not someone that you would ever date again. You knew that even if you happened to have ran into him once in a while…just like you had today.
You met Wonho’s eyes that demanded the truth. He thought that just looking into your eyes would deliver the truth like he wanted, but you knew that he had misunderstood once he began to turn around and head back inside his dorm.
“Wonho, it isn’t what you think it is,” you calmly stated though your voice was near straining. “Please let me explain first before you accuse me of anything.”
“What is there to explain, (Y/N)? You were with him when you were supposed to be with me. I think that’s enough explanation,” Wonho snapped.
Pain filled your heart. Your boyfriend had it all wrong. You wanted to get him to understand, but because he kept cutting you off, you were becoming more hurt and angry as you stood in front of him.
“You don’t believe me at all…” you murmured, hands tightening into fists.
“I want to believe you, (Y/N).”
“But you don’t.”
Wonho rubbed his palm over his face. “It’s getting late,” he said to you. “You should probably get going now.”
You wanted to bite your tongue and hold back, think of his assertion as irrational and hope that your relationship would be okay tomorrow. Except, that was not who you were. You did not like to leave conflict to be unattended. “You aren’t being fair to me, Wonho,” you told him. “I admit that I was with Mingyu, but it was not like I was on a date with him or anything. You didn’t ask me why I might have ran into him. Instead, you just blindly think that I’m hanging out with him behind your back, and that really upsets me. I’m your girlfriend-”
“You’re not being fair to me either, (Y/N),” interrupted Wonho. “If it isn’t a big deal, why didn’t you tell me where you were at instead of having me wait on you? Why is it that when you promise to meet with me that you end up bailing last minute only to later have me find out that you were with that bastard-”
“I told you it was different this time!” you shouted.
Your voice rang out in the cold, dark night. Your nose was beginning to turn red, and you stuck your hands inside your coat to keep warm. Tears formed in your eyes, ready to fall. Wonho stared at you after your outburst, surprised, and hesitating whether he should add some more commentary. You continued on before he did, tired that you have yet to tell the truth and deciding that now was the time. The reason why you forgot your plans with Wonho, the reason why you saw Mingyu, the reason why your legs felt weak and why your dark circles are more visible. A tear slipped down your cheeks.
“My dad is sick,” you cried out, avoiding eye contact. “I got a call from my mom while I was getting ready that he was in the hospital. What was I supposed to do? I dropped everything and went to go see him right away.”
You could no longer hold in emotions, and your sobbing was now more apparent although you continued to speak in between your sobs.
“His back pain is getting more severe, Wonho. Mingyu was also there, but I didn’t call him. My mom did because he’s like a son to my dad. I couldn’t just tell him to leave. I stayed there for two hours, sitting next to him to make sure he had company or until my mom asked me to go home. Even though I am so sorry about making you wait, I just couldn’t think of our date at that time, okay? I just couldn’t…”
Guilt ate at Wonho. His heart felt as if it was picked up only to be thrown at the ground. He felt shameful, pathetic at how he was all angry at you for not showing up when you were someone way more important. “(Y/N)….” He began to take a step closer to reach for your hand as a way of comfort, but you took a step back and pulled your hand away. Now, it felt like someone had left his heart on the ground, leaving it to be stepped on.
You sniffled and wiped away the tears on your face. “Just stop,” you sighed a shaky breath, slowly regaining composure. “I don’t want sympathy if it’s given like this. You didn’t believe me at all. You’re my boyfriend, Wonho.” In a lower voice, you changed your statement, “Well… you were my boyfriend.”
“Wait, (Y/N).” Wonho’s eyes widened as soon as he heard you. “(Y/N), please.”
“No,” you refused. “You’re mad at me for breaking promises about our dates, right? And I’m… I don’t think I want to see or talk to you for a while after this. It works out better this way.”
Turning back to the streets, you noticed how fewer cars were out. It was getting late. You turned back to Wonho. “I’ll be leaving now…” you murmured. Not wanting to say another word, you began to walk in the direction of your apartment. You felt as if energy was zapped from you. More than anything, you were tired and wanted to sleep and just let the day pass.
Wonho watched as you walked away. He wondered if you really had just broke up with him that easily. Just when he was about to feel upset, remembering about the times when you blew him off, the feeling was replaced with anger. Sure, your dad was sick this time, but what about the other times?
“Whatever,” Wonho mumbled as he kicked the air and started to walk back inside to his dorm. “I can do way better than (Y/N). I don’t need her.”
You needed him.
First thing in the morning, you did not remember how serious your argument with Wonho had been, but when you were about to reply to the morning text that he always sent, you looked at your phone only to see zero messages.
Sighing deeply, you pulled your pillow onto your face and then let out a muffled scream. Your whole body still felt as if it had no strength which made it difficult for you to want to get out of bed. When you heard your phone ring, you pulled the pillow off of your face to check the caller ID: Mom. You answered right away. “Yes?”
“Hi honey,” your mom spoke. “I was wondering if you wanted to go together to the hospital to see your dad today. He called me to tell you that he wanted to see you again. That man, it has been less than 24 hours since he last saw you. Such a daughter’s fool.”
You could not help but laugh. It was a perk of an only daughter. You soon decide that that was enough to get you rolling out of bed. “I’ll go. Should we go get breakfast and get him some, too? I’m sure he can’t stand the food at the hospital.”
“Yeah,” your mom agreed, laughing as well. “Also, he said that he wanted you to bring Wonho to see him, too.”
Your heart gave a jolt, for it was not really like you to lie to people. Except that you could not really tell her that you and Wonho had broken up. It was not their problem, but yours. You chose to give an excuse instead.
“Um, yeah… I don’t think I’ll be able to get Wonho to come today. He’s been really busy these days,” you stated nervously.
“Oh, that’s okay! He can just visit another day then,” your mom responded happily. You were not so sure about that.
You cleared your throat as you stepped into your bathroom. “Hey mom, I’m going to hang up now to brush my teeth and all of that. Call you back. Bye.”
As soon as you hung up, you grabbed your toothbrush and squirted toothpaste onto it. The minty goo touched your teeth, and you began to brush hard. Your mind wandered to Wonho. How was he taking the break up?
Hyungwon smacked Wonho’s bottom hard. “Wake up, Wonho hyung! It’s already noon. Are you seriously going to stay in bed all day?!”
Wonho groaned loudly, rotating to lay on his other side, completely ignoring the younger member. He was not really asleep, but he definitely did not want to get out of bed. Eyes still shut, he recalled his fight with you last night. The part where you cried replayed in his mind over and over again, and each time, his heart died a little more. He could not stand you crying. It felt a hundred times worse because he was the culprit of your tears.
“Wake up, hyung!” Hyunwon said again, pulling Wonho’s pillow out from underneath him and letting Wonho’s head fall onto the mattress.
Even more frustrated, Wonho kicked off his blankets and jolted up. “I’m up! I’m up!” he barked. “Now leave me alone!”
Hyungwon froze for a second before he blinked. Then, he walked away muttering to himself. “I guess he’s not dead seeing how there’s fire in his eyes… Gee… Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed… Next time, I’ll have Minhyuk wake him up…”
After Hyungwon left the room, Wonho grabbed his phone to take a look. Not a single message from you. What if she’s with Mingyu right- No, no! Wonho, get it together now, he thought to himself. You’re a single man now. Stop thinking about who your ex is with and focus on some better girls.
Then he thought about you, your family and Mingyu at the hospital together. The image of a perfect family formed in his mind. When you were still dating Mingyu, Wonho knew how much your dad adored Mingyu. He probably even thought that Mingyu was better for you than Wonho himself.
Wonho started to dial a number before he even realized. The other line picked up, and Wonho held his phone over his ear. “Hello?” he answered. A female voice greeted back. “Hayoon, can you help me with something?”
“Where is your boyfriend?” you dad asked as you took off the lids of the containers of food. “Does he not know that his father-in-law is in the hospital?”
You gave your dad a wry smile. “What ‘father-in-law?’” And then scoffed. “It’s not like we’re married or anything… He’s busy…”
“I think he’d be a good son-in-law.”
He didn’t think so. He’s always comparing himself to Mingyu, you thought to yourself. He was way different from your ex-boyfriend. He might not be a model boyfriend, always perfect like how a lot of people saw Mingyu, but you never wanted perfect. Wonho had a nice appearance, but he also had hidden insecurities that made him more human such as his weak heart and fear of rollercoasters and tendency to doze off.
You did not realize you were thinking about him again until your dad called your name for the third time. “(Y/N).”
You looked up. “Yeah?”
“Boy troubles?” he asked.
Did you always make it so obvious? You nodded your head slowly. “It wasn’t my fault though!” You paused, changing your words. “Ok, maybe half of it. I can’t be thinking of him already. We already broke up. He’s probably moved on.”
“No one said that just because you broke up that it’s not possible to get back together. Besides, I doubt a person’s heart can change that quick.”
“Do you like him that much that you want me to get him back?” You raised an eyebrow.
Your dad grabbed a spoon and took a sip of the soup. He smiled. “Bring him here as soon he’s no longer busy.”
I.M took another glace at his phone before he turned back to Wonho and Hayoon. He shook his head. “I already sent a text to (Y/N) to come here. First off, I can’t believe that you two broke up. Second, I can’t believe that you actually think this plan is good enough to work.”
Wonho ignored I.M’s warning and went over his strategy again with Hayoon. I.M exhaled and stood up from the couch. “That’s it. I’ll be in Shownu hyung’s room with the others. My work here is done. I cannot stand to watch this.” He walked up the stairs, leaving Wonho and Hayoon in the living room on their own. Hayoon crossed her arms over her chest.
“Do you really want to do this?” she questioned Wonho again. “Making a girl jealous isn’t the number one way to get her back.”
Wonho shrugged. He wanted to see if you still really liked him based on your reaction when you spotted him with another girl. He then heard you knock on the door. “Coming!” he called out, getting up and walking to the door.
You expected to see I.M at the door but instead, you found Wonho in front of you. You swallowed hard. You remembered how you said that you did not want to see or talk to him. He did not look as if he missed you. There was not a single hint that gave that sign away. “Um, Changkyun…called me…”
Wonho stepped aside so that you can walk, and as you passed by, your arm brushed by his. A shiver ran down your spine. You started to hurry up the stairs to avoid being in the same room as Wonho when you found another person on the couch. She looked stunning. You made eye contact with the girl. “Hi…” you greeted, surprised.
“Hi!” the girl answered back, smiling. “I’m Hayoon. Nice to meet you.”
“(Y/N).” She must have been Wonho’s new girl. You felt like something was caught in your throat. “Um, it was nice to meet you, too. I’ll just be heading up the stairs now.” Your feet picked up the pace and hurried up to Shownu’s room where everyone else was. You placed a hand on your heart and breathed. Calm down.
When you tried to ask the other members what Hayoon’s relationship was with Wonho, all you got back were hesitating and unsure answers as if they did not know themselves. “Since you’re curious, you must still be into him,” Kihyun said, laying on Shownu’s bed like it was his own.
“Well, yeah. I was just really angry with him before because of what he said, but I didn’t think that I’d say that I was going to cut off ties with him. I was thinking of coming down here before to apologize to him, too, but I see that he probably doesn’t even want an apology anymore let alone to get back.”
“Doubt that,” I.M said mockingly.
“What was that?” you asked, not catching I.M’s comment.
“Ok…” you replied, slightly confused but did not ask again. “Anyway, you guys called me to hang out, but you all are just sitting in Shownu’s room. Are we going to be doing something?”
“Watch a movie.” “Make lunch.” Both I.M and Kihyun looked at each other.
Jooheon let out a nervous laugh before correcting the other two responses. “We’re going to make lunch and watch a movie.”
You took a glance at all six of the members and tilted your head. They were acting really strange, but you had yet to figure out the reason. “What are we making?” you asked, suspicious. Just like you thought, they did not have an answer at all.
“We didn’t go to the market because we were going to let you decide,” Jooheon answered. ”You and Kihyun should go together.”
Jooheon quickly gave Kihyun a ‘go and distract her for a while’ look. Kihyun jumped up and grabbed your wrist. “Yeah, let’s go!” Before you could say a word, he had already pulled you out of the room and down the stairs.
The rest of the members looked at each other, letting out a sigh. “Ok, we all probably concluded that Wonho’s plan to get (Y/N) back won’t work at all,” Shownu admitted. “I think we’re going to step up and change the game.”
Minhyuk nodded his head. “I feel like we should get Hayoon in on it, too.”
The rest agreed and put their heads together to discuss their plans to set both you and Wonho up. The awkwardness between the both of you made them uncomfortable. Though the main reason was to see both of you happy, they could not wait to rid of the awkward atmosphere for themselves.
When you and Kihyun made it downstairs, you looked over to see Wonho and Hayoon very close to each other. He had his arm around her, and her hand was on his knee. They were laughing at something one probably said. Not wanting to watch, you walked to the door and put on your shoes.
Wonho looked over at you and found Kihyun next to you. He frowned. Where were you going at this time with Kihyun? He was supposed to make you jealous and not the other way around. Wonho gave Kihyun a look, but Kihyun just shrugged. As if to help Wonho’s curiosity, Hayoon spoke up. “Where are you two going?”
“Market to buy food for lunch,” Kihyun replied.
Just then, Kihyun’s phone dinged and so Hayoon’s at the same time. Both pulled their phone out to read the messages. It was the same message: Kihyun & Hayoon. You both go to the market together. Leave (Y/N) and Wonho by themselves. After reading the message, the two exchanged looks as confirmation.
Hayoon stood up. “Oh! I want to go to the market!” she exclaimed. “(Y/N), is it okay if I go instead?”
“Sure, we can just all go together.” You gave a small smile.
Disagreeing, Hayoon shook her head. “You should stay here. I’ll go! Two people are enough to go the market. I have not been in a while, and I’ll need a guy to help me carry the groceries.”
“I’ll go with you,” Wonho volunteered, but Hayoon shot his offer down.
“You stay here with (Y/N),” she replied which made Wonho perplexed. This was not how it was supposed to go. “Since Kihyun is already ready to go out, I’ll just go with him!”
Hayoon then grabbed Kihyun’s arms and rushed to the door. “We’ll be back soon!” she said.
As soon as the door shut, you realized the it was only you and Wonho in the living room. The awkwardness was almost palpable. You played with your fingers, and Wonho rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I’ll just go back upstairs…” you said, not really to Wonho but just yourself, but when you made it in front of Shownu’s room and turned the doorknob, it did not open. Locked.
Your eyes widened. You tried to turn the doorknob again and locked the door. “Guys,” you called out. “Open the door.” Next minute, someone turned up music really loud inside. Great. No one was going to hear you at all.
You sighed in defeat and descended the stairs once more. Wonho was at the bottom, waiting. “Maybe I’ll just come back later,” you told Wonho, anxious to leave the house.
“Stay,” you heard Woho reply. You looked up at him. “Do you really feel that uncomfortable with me?”
“What? No, I-”
“Changkyun invited you here, so you might as well stay for lunch,” he stated as he walked over to the couch and took a seat.
You took a seat across from them, starting to play with your fingers again to calm down. “Ok.”
Neither of you spoke for what felt like hours until Wonho cleared his throat, catching your attention. “How’s your dad?” he asked.
“I know he’s in pain, but he doesn’t show it,” you revealed. “It’s my dad.”
Wonho could not help but smile. You noticed, and it made your heart jump. “He also,” you continued, “kind of wants you to see him…”
You nodded your head. “But I’ll just tell him that you can’t and that you’re schedule is really hectic or something.”
“No, I’ll go,” Wonho told you. “I should go.”
You could not help but stare at him, surprised at his answer. You both were not even in a relationship anymore, so why would he agree to go?
Wonho stared back at you. His eyes ran from your head to toe. You were really beautiful. He could not see himself without you, and he really did not want to see you with someone else. It was his fault for letting you go that night. “I want to apologize,” he said next when your attention was on him. “(Y/N), I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you and made stupid accusations about you and Mingyu. I was insecure and jealous, but that was not an excuse to act like a jerk to you. I should have let you explain yourself.”
“It’s okay…” you said in a soft voice.
“It’s not,” Wonho denied. “I cut your words off and thought that our date was more important than your dad’s health. You had every right to break up with me. I really don’t deserve you. But is it selfish of me to still want to be with you? I don’t want to be away from you, (Y/N). I’ll do everything to make up to you. Please.”
He moved from his side of the couch and walked over to you. Leaning down, he was so close to your face. He closed in the space between your lips and his. His lips soft, he kissed you slowly over and over again, and you let him. Then a thought crossed your mind, and you slowly pulled back.
“What about Hayoon?” you questioned.
Wonho shook his head. “I’m not with her. She’s just a friend of mine. I love you. Only you.” And he leaned in to kiss you again.
Anonymous requested-Reader convincing Kozik to some nightly skinny dipping? With
lots of fun and fluff?
Authors Note: Uhm so this one kind of got away from me…I don’t know what happened, (I think it has to do with Ride by Chase Rice ft. Macy Maloy coming on my playlist) but the following is what came of it. I tried to make it fun and fluffy as requested, and it somehow turned out kind of smutty…so apologies ahead of time if this isn’t what you were looking for. I sincerely hope you enjoy this! ::NSFW::NSFW::NSFW::
“Wait, are you serious? All of the shit you’ve done in your
life; and that is a long list my friend, and you draw the line at skinny
dipping?” Juice’s voice is full of disbelief as he shares a beer with Kozik.
“I’ve never seen the appeal,” Kozik says with a shrug as he
drains his bottle, holding it up for a prospect to replace with a full one.
“You don’t see the appeal? It’s swimming, naked, usually
with a girl, which means sex. What more appeal do you need?” Juice says in
“I just think it’s overrated,” Kozik says with a shrug and
when he says nothing else, the conversation is quickly dropped and replaced by
However, neither Juice or Kozik notice that you stand within
earshot of this particular revelation, and with little thought you decide curing
Kozik of his aversion to skinny dipping is of the upmost importance, it’s just
a matter of figuring out how.
According to the weather reports the heatwave is stretching
through the next five days, and if there is anything that makes you more
miserable than the damn heat, you’ve yet to find it. It isn’t your fault
really. You were born and raised in Tacoma where there is an abundance of
green, rain, and probably most important of all the heat is manageable and
nothing at all like the searing California heat that you’ve come to despise so
You stand with your head in the freezer as you curse the day
Herman Kozik convinced you that the move to Charming would be worth it.
“Hey babe,” Herman’s voice carrying through the house and
with a growl you pull yourself away from the cool sanctuary that the freezer
“Don’t you ‘hey babe’
me Herman Kozik,” you say turning to find your old man standing behind you.
He’s as gorgeous as ever even with his blonde hair plastered to his forehead
with sweat. “The damn air conditioner is out, again.”
“I know, I put a call in, one of the prospects will be
bringing some parts by,” he says dragging the shirt over his head and you can’t
help but smirk as you stare at him.
“Don’t think for one second getting naked is going to
distract me from being mad at you,” you say playfully as you walk your fingers
up his stomach before tracing over the tattoos on his chest.
“Come on Y/N, it’s not that bad,” his words ride on a tone
full of humor but you still drop your hand from him and take a step back in
disbelief. He should know better than to make light of your extreme heat
“Tell you what Koz,
every day I have no air conditioning is a day you don’t get to touch any of
this,” you motion to yourself and when he laughs at first you put your hands on
your hips lifting an eyebrow at him which quickly makes him grow silent.
“Are you serious?” he calls after you as you walk from the
kitchen, and shooting a look over your shoulder you send a wink his way telling
your old man that in no uncertain terms you are very much serious; what your
Old Man doesn’t know is that you are plotting to make sure he doesn’t get any
in the next five days, even if it means you get no air in the meantime.
Four days come and go, four long days of unbearable heat
that makes you irritable and annoyed; but being ever the optimist, you’ve managed
to use that time having fun by driving Kozik completely and utterly insane.
The first day he came home to find you wearing the crop top
you wore on your first date with the tiniest pair of shorts you could find.
The second day you pranced around in one of his oversized
SAMCRO t-shirts and nothing else.
On the third day and with help from Gemma telling you his
whereabouts you managed to time your shower so that it ended as soon as he came
home so he could watch you as you insisted on air drying; and you’d be lying if
you said you didn’t find some sense of satisfaction in the way his jaw tensed
with every move you made.
But last night, last night had to be the icing on the cake
as Koz came home to find you stripped down to just a pair of lacy booty shorts,
your body twisted in a complicated position on your yoga mat. You can still
hear the way he groaned before stomping back out of the house.
He and a prospect worked for hours that night, and then
finally, at around one o’clock in the morning the air conditioner kicked back
to life and you smiled. Conveniently enough a call about club business put the
snag in Kozik’s plans to get very thoroughly laid, and you thank the Universe
for it as you didn’t know how you were going to put him off now that he managed
to do what he said he’d do; but your woman enough to admit that it’s hard to
focus on the plans your making while lying in bed and trying to think past your
own mounting need and frustration.
He sits in church listening to the voices droning on around
him unable to concentrate. Usually he’s all business when listening to club
business, but his thoughts can’t help but be cluttered by memories of Y/N in
different stages of undress. He’d worked through most of the night to get the
damn air conditioner running again so as to find some reprieve from the sexual moratorium
he found himself in only to have club shit interfere. So to say he’s feeling a
bit twitchy would be the understatement of the year.
When his pocket
vibrates, he jumps, his knee hitting the underside of the table causing a few
scattered chuckles from his brothers, ignoring them he slips his hand into his
pocket pulling the phone free.
‘Meet me after
The text from Y/N confuses him but as he starts to ask why a
picture comes through-Y/N completely naked with just her hand covering the apex
of her thighs, and swallowing deeply he glances at the time on his phone and
starts the countdown.
It felt like the day dragged until he found himself turning
into an unfamiliar neighborhood and spotting Y/N’s car pulls in behind,
dragging the helmet from his head. The evening air holds onto the heat as he
walks to the door finding a note in Y/N’s flowing handwriting.
‘Ditch the boots at
He shakes his head looking around and with a shrug he does
as he’s told. His boots come off and with curiosity winning out over
apprehension he steps into the house. It’s fancy. Fancier than any house he’s
spent any real time in and out of the corner of his eye is a neon green sticky
note telling him to hang his Cut.
“Y/N,” he calls out as he shrugs off his leather and hangs
it but he’s met with silence. He isn’t sure what to do so instinct leads him to
the glowing light just off the entry way. He steps into an open kitchen unable
to help the smile when he notices the bottle of chilled beer and another note
waiting for him.
‘When you are ready,
join me outside.’
You laid the plan, which wouldn’t have been possible if you
didn’t have a client who was out of town and more than happy to loan you their
place for a couple of days. You watched from the pool as Kozik stepped into the
kitchen lifting the note with his hand a smile lighting up his face, and you
find yourself growing nervous.
You can’t even begin to count the times you and Koz have had
sex, let alone the places or any other detail really, but since this is the
first for this particular situation, it feels like it might as well be the very
first time all together. You swim to the side of the pool as you watch Koz
walking towards the open door, and upon reaching the side you hold onto it so
that just your head is visible from his view point.
“Hey baby,” you say smiling as your legs glide in the water
keeping you upright.
“Nice place babe…please tell you know the person who owns
the place,” he says before taking a long drink from his beer.
“Nah, just felt like using the pool. Of course I know who
owns the place. They’re out of town for the weekend and told me I could use the
pool,” you say keeping your body hidden from his sight. “You should join me.”
“I don’t have my suit,” he says with a laugh as he settles
onto one of the padded patio chairs and giving a smirk you swim for the steps, you take each one slowly, finding satisfaction in the way his eyes watch your
every movement, growing wide when he realizes you are very, very naked.
“Neither do I,” you say enjoying the feel of the warm air on
your wet skin as you approach him. He makes no move to get up which is fine
with you as you’ve always enjoyed seducing him.
Running a hand up his arm you walk around him so that your
chest rests against his back, your lips coming close to his ear.
“I never got to thank you properly for fixing the air
conditioner for me,” you murmur before pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot
behind his ear, earning you a strangled moan. Your left hand slides down his chest
and stomach coming to rest over his growing hardness causing his hips to twitch
and lift, pressing strained jeans against your palm. You tease him for a few
more minutes before he finally circles your wrist in his hand giving a gentle
tug telling you he wants you in his lap. You gladly comply, coming back around
to the front of the chair so you can straddle his waist. He pulls you close,
one hand spreading between your shoulder blades, the other pressing at the
small of your back as his lips cover yours.
You’ve always found the taste of him intoxicating, and after
losing yourself in him for a few seconds you come back down to Earth
remembering that you have a goal in mind for the night, and reluctantly you
break the kiss, resting your forehead against his.
“Come for a swim with me Koz,” you whisper as your hands
sink into his hair, “I promise to make it worthwhile.” He shakes his head while
grinning at you, his hands circling your hips, fingers tensing against your
skin causing you to let a small gasp slip from your lips.
“You can thank me just fine from right here
babe,” he says calling attention to the fact that your hips are rocking against
“Please. Baby. It.
Will. Be. Fun.” Each word is punctuated by a kiss, which you know he can’t
resist, after all you are not above playing dirty to get what you want, and
when at last he groans in defeat you grin sliding from his lap.
You slip back into the water and turn to watch him undress;
biting your lip when he pulls his shirt over his head, your legs clenching
together tightly as he loosens his belt jeans sliding to the ground. Your
tongue wets your lips as he loses his boxers and before you can fully
appreciate the delicious view that is a naked Kozik he dives over your head.
You laugh turning to watch his form approaching from under
water and when he comes up for air right in front of you, you recognize the
look in his eyes. He walks towards you forcing you to step backwards, until
your back bumps the side of the pool. His arms come up to box you in. You stare
up at him, captivated by the water droplets that cling to his eye lashes.
“I have a confession to make,” you murmur as his hands come
down to your waist, lifting you up so that your legs circle his waist, and when
his hard length brushes against you, you let out a small gasp.
“Oh?” he asks jaw clenching as he slips inside of you and
when your head rolls back you try to think of the words you want to say finding
that the sensation of him filling you causes whatever thoughts you had in your
head to simply disappear. He gives a few slow strokes and with a smile you
remember what you were going to say.
“Yeah, I uh, kind of overheard you and Juice talking at TM
the other day, about how you don’t see the appeal in skinny dipping, and I sorta
made it my mission to get you here, like this…” you say wincing just slightly
when his grip tightens for a second on your hips before he starts to move in
and out at a tortuously slow pace. “So, all those nights you thought you fixed
the air conditioner, you really did, I was just paid the prospect to sabotage your
Kozik freezes eyes narrowing at you and for a moment you
worry that maybe you went too far in the name of a new experience, but when a
smile spreads across his face you let out a small breath.
“Y/N,” he growls your name as he picks up the pace so much
so that you have to grip his shoulders, a dark thrill racing through you when
you feel his muscles bunching tightly under your fingers, “you are an evil
“You’re not mad?” the question comes out breathy as he
drives inside of you, his following laughter is deep and raspy and the way it
rolls over you causes you to shudder against him. He catches your lower lip
between his teeth giving a playful nibble.
“Oh I’m pissed,” he says as he pulls you away from the pool
wall, his hands grasping your ass he carries you from the pool, “so pissed that
I plan on very, very thoroughly punishing you for what you’ve done.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” you say as he settles you
onto the ground turning you so that your back is to him and before bending you
over the table he tangles his hand in your hair pulling you against him so that
your neck is exposed to his lips. He fixes his teeth to the sensitive skin
above your collar bone before trailing kisses up to your ear.
“For the record,” he murmurs as he runs his tongue over your skin, “skinny dipping, the least overrated thing
in the world.”
For my fieldwork project, i use my ethnographic and observation skills to map out edgewood rd, parkville md. I chose this place because it is where i live, off of campus. I have my own apartment and the neighborhood is very lively in the aspects of population. Every 5 minutes atleast 5 people were either walking in or coming out of their homes. The area is bounded by apartments own bothsides with a single street and parking lot entries. There are a total number of 9 apartment buildings with 6 apartments in each building. There are 4 electric lines running throughout the neighborhood. Parkings spots tend to get full around 9 pm. The area is scarce of trees with only 7. 5 cars road by every 4 minutes on avg. for and hour. On avg 6 people are always outside anytime of the day. I noticed two people walking their dogs. There are many children that in around in the neighborhood. The people that live in the community seem to all be familiarized with each other because many people sit down outside and converse.
I don’t know exactly when he started coming around our neighborhood, I had not spotted him until a few days after I heard the story from my neighbor, Danny. I was out getting the mail one day, and saw him raking up the leaves in his yard. I figured a little neighborly chit chat would be nice, and we started up some small talk. It wasn’t until a few minutes into our conversation when he brought up the guy. He asked me if I saw that weird guy last night, around sun down. I had not, and asked more about this “weird guy.” I always liked a funny tale, and if it wasn’t that, then I at least should know about suspicious people hanging around our neighborhood. Danny didn’t give much in sakes of details, all he saw was a man walking down the sidewalk in a rather odd way. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get Danny’s attention. As he talked about this guy, he started getting frustrated. He started going off about how this guy was “strutting around like he owned the place” and that he “had this insufferable smile on his face.” As he went on, his anger started to rise, and I quickly sought to change the subject. I was worried Danny was going to bite my head off. Apparently this odd fellow had left quite the impression on Danny, which was why I kept an eye out for him the next few days. I wanted to see this guy for myself. I wanted to know how some sidewalk stroller could be so irritating.
Campfire ghost stories are best told with a slow, low voice with a touch of menace that builds up suspense and ends with a bang. Here are some of my favorite ones…
“On a dark stormy night, a old man who lived by himself on a wooded hill was enjoying his solitude. He was a cruel old man who would run off visitors with an axe handle. That night as he sat by a fire pleased with himself at his antisocial behavior, he heard a knock at the door. He ignored it until it went away. Then he heard the knock at his window. Turning to look, he saw a glimpse of a small slender creature with greenish skin. It vanished before he could get a closer look. And then there was a knocking from the roof. A whoosh of air came from the fireplace and sparks danced around the room while the fire went out. In the darkness he saw an arm reach out from the fireplace and-” (NOW SCREAM AND GRAB THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU)
Late one night a man was walking along a road in his neighborhood when he spotted a dark figure walking on the other side of the street. He got nervous, watching the dark figure walk in the same direction as him. Suddenly, the dark figure started to cross the street and- (NOW SCREAM FOR FIVE SOLID MINUTES)
Long ago there was an old house and inside that house was a- (NOW SCREAM AND GRAB THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU)
One time a- (NOW SCREAM AND PUSH THE PERSON NEXT TO YOU OUT OF THEIR CHAIR)