#My buddies are good distraction but 1 is at work right now I think

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I really wish my adhd would do the whole focus thing on drawing instead of video games sometimes.

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Only The Lonely - Bucky | Oneshot

Summary: Late at night, the last train is Bucky’s escape from the chaos of his life—quiet and predictable. It’s his only peaceful moment. But when a stranger’s simple kindness interrupts his routine, what starts as an annoyance slowly turns into something unexpected.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Genre: Romance, Action, Comedy, Slice Of Life

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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1:00 a.m.

The last train of the night. The final hour before the city sleeps, when the world quiets and only a few remain in motion. Most passengers at this hour are creatures of necessity—night-shift workers dragging their tired bodies home, partygoers sobering up after a wild night, travelers in transit, students cramming for exams, or employees finishing late.

And then, there are the unpredictable ones. The lost souls.

It’s the perfect way to describe him. Bucky.

His job makes his life unpredictable—demanding, stressful, suffocating. Every day feels like it’s crushing him, the weight of expectations pressing down on his chest until it’s hard to breathe. But this train ride, the one just before the clock strikes 1:00 a.m., is his sanctuary.

It’s the only time his mind is blissfully empty. The rhythmic clatter of the train wheels on the tracks is a comfort—steady, reliable, unlike the chaos of his day. He listens to the low hum of the engine, the occasional screech as the train rounds a curve. He likes the way the train sways, how it rocks him gently, as if coaxing him to let go of his thoughts.

Most importantly, he likes being alone.

But tonight is different.

When he steps into the nearly empty car and heads to his usual seat, someone is already sitting there.

Have you ever felt that irritation when someone rearranges your kitchen and you can’t find the salt? That’s how Bucky feels. A simmering annoyance, irrational but undeniable.

He grits his teeth but says nothing. It’s public transportation—he has no right to be mad. Instead, he silently takes the seat across from the stranger, determined to ignore them.

At first, you don’t notice him bristling across from you. You’re relieved to see another person, especially this late at night. You’ve never liked taking the last train—it’s eerie when you’re alone—but it’s cheaper than a taxi, and money is tight. Working as a hotel chef is exhausting, and every penny counts.

“Oh, thank goodness. I was starting to think I’d be the only one on this train,” you say, offering a polite smile, hoping to make conversation.

Bucky doesn’t respond. He barely glances at you, his eyes dark and tired, fixed on the window as if willing the world outside to distract him. His shoulders are tense, his jaw set in a silent refusal to engage.

You sense his exhaustion and decide not to push. He’s tired, you think. Maybe next time.

The Next Night. When Bucky steps onto the train, he immediately spots you. Sitting in the same seat as before.

He exhales sharply through his nose, rolling his eyes. Not again.

As if sensing his presence, you look up and wave. It’s a small, friendly gesture. Bucky doesn’t wave back—he just nods, a curt, obligatory acknowledgment. He doesn’t want to be rude, but he also doesn’t want to encourage conversation.

The train ride is quiet, but Bucky’s peace is shattered.

The Third Night. This time, you both arrive at the station at the same time.

You smile when you see him. “Hey! We’re train buddies now,” you say cheerfully as you walk side by side toward the platform.

Bucky scoffs, a quiet, dry sound, but there’s no real malice in it. He glances at you briefly and catches the faint scent of caramel. It clings to you, sweet and warm, a stark contrast to the cold, metallic smell of the train station.

You’re talking about something—your day at work, maybe—but he’s not really listening. He’s too focused on keeping his distance.

Then, it happens.

A loud, unmistakable growl from his stomach.

The sound cuts through the quiet, echoing in the empty station.

You stop mid-sentence, blinking in surprise. Bucky clears his throat, his ears burning with embarrassment. He tries to appear nonchalant, but the redness creeping up his neck betrays him.

You stifle a giggle. “Looks like someone needs a snack.”

Bucky shoots you a glare, but there’s no heat in it. Just the begrudging realization that, for better or worse, you’ve become part of his routine.

You didn’t make a big deal of it—you simply reached into your bag and pulled something out. Holding it out to him, you offered, “Here, you can have this. We made too much in the kitchen today.”

Bucky glanced at the box in your hand. Before he could refuse, you added, “It’s monkey bread.” His gaze softened. It had been a long time since he’d had monkey bread. Hesitating for a moment, he finally took it. “Thank you.”

The sound of his voice surprised you—low and slightly raspy from exhaustion. It made you light up, a warm smile spreading across your face. “You’re welcome.”

The next evening, you boarded the train with a small container of cookies and handed it to him without a word. He didn’t say much, but the quiet kindness in your gesture spoke louder than words.

A few nights later, you offered him a neatly packaged serving of beef Wellington. “I can’t eat all this myself,” you said with a casual shrug. Bucky took it, feeling the warmth of the box seep into his cold hands. He wanted to say something but found himself at a loss for words, so he simply nodded, offering you a faint smile.

Then came fish and chips. “You’ll like this one,” you said, placing the box in his hands before settling into your seat. “It’s fresh.” Bucky chuckled softly, the sound almost foreign to him. He wasn’t used to this—someone thinking of him, sharing without expecting anything in return.

Day after day, you brought something new. Each time, he accepted it, and each time, he found himself looking forward to the brief exchange. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him.

“Why do you give me food every time we meet?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion as he studied you from across the train.

You shrugged, as if the answer were obvious. “I just like sharing. Aren’t we train buddies?”

Your simple response caught him off guard. For a moment, Bucky was stunned. No ulterior motive, no hidden agenda. In your eyes, he was just a friend.

“I owe you,” he muttered, glancing away.

“It’s just extra food,” you said with a soft smile. “Don’t worry about it.”

That was the longest conversation Bucky had with another person, aside from those at his job. He thought only silence could bring him peace, but he realized that having friends could bring him peace too.

Then one day, you weren’t there.

He convinced himself it didn’t matter. Maybe you found a better job. Good for you.

But the train rides felt emptier. No chatter about your coworkers. No light-hearted complaints about your boss. No extra food in hand, given with that easy smile.

Something didn’t feel right.

Bucky found himself standing in front of the five-star hotel where you worked. He recognized the logo from the packaging you used. After asking a kitchen staff member about you, he was met with a puzzled look.

“She’s on the night shift. I’ve never met her,” the staff member said, scratching his head. “But I can ask my manager.”

Bucky nodded. “Thank you.”

Minutes later, the staff member returned, his expression more serious.

“She quit two weeks ago,” he explained. “Apparently, some guy came in and caused a scene—flipped a table, yelled about debt or something. The next day, she quit.”

Bucky’s heart sank. His chest tightened, and breathing felt harder.

Debt?

All this time, he thought you were the bright, carefree soul who brought light into his monotonous life. But now, he realized—you were the one hurting. Hiding behind your kindness.

He swallowed hard. “Thank you… and I’m sorry for bothering you.”

The staff member gave him a sympathetic nod.

Bucky walked out of the hotel, the weight of the truth pressing down on him. I never even asked…

He clenched his fists. He didn’t know anything about you—not your struggles, not your pain. But one thing was clear: He needed to find you.

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Bucky walked into his office during the morning shift—a time when he was rarely seen. Heads turned, confusion spreading among his coworkers as they whispered to each other. Bucky Barnes, the man who thrived in the shadows, was suddenly here in broad daylight.

“Is he… actually here in the morning?” one agent murmured.

“Maybe he couldn’t sleep,” another offered, but their eyes widened when they saw Bucky heading straight for the weapons locker.

The boss, a tall man with graying hair and a perpetual frown, stepped into the room just in time to see Bucky zipping up a weapon bag. His expression shifted from confusion to concern.

“Uhhh… Barnes, where are you going?” the boss asked, his hand resting on the doorframe as if blocking Bucky’s path.

Bucky didn’t pause. He slung the bag over his shoulder, his face unreadable. “Helping a buddy.”

The boss blinked. “Oh…” He nodded slowly, then frowned. “Wait. Who’s your buddy?”

“A train buddy,” Bucky said without missing a beat, securing the bag and striding past him.

The boss opened his mouth to respond, then closed it, watching Bucky disappear down the hall with a perplexed expression. “A train buddy?”

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The basement was cold and damp, the air thick with the stench of mold and oil. The dim light from a single flickering bulb cast long shadows across the concrete floor.

In the center of the room, you sat tied to a chair, your wrists chafed from the rough rope binding you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at the group of gangsters lounging around, their faces hardened with cruelty.

One of them—a tall man with a scar running down his cheek—stood before you, arms crossed. “Your brother owes us a lot of money,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “And guess what? We don’t care where it comes from. You’re gonna pay it.”

Your voice trembled as you shook your head. “I don’t have the money. I told you, I don’t—”

The scarred man sighed, rubbing his temples as if dealing with a stubborn child. “Put her in liquid cement,” he said, his tone casual, like he was ordering a drink. “Then throw her into the sea.”

Your blood ran cold. Panic surged through you, and you pulled against the ropes, your breaths coming in short gasps. “No. No! God, please, no! Help!”

The men laughed, their footsteps echoing as they approached.

Then—darkness.

The flickering light went out, plunging the basement into complete blackness.

“What the hell?” one of the gangsters muttered.

Suddenly, the sound of a struggle erupted—thuds, grunts, the sharp crack of bones breaking. One by one, the gangsters fell. Some screamed in pain; others were silenced before they could make a sound.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your body trembling as the chaos unfolded around you. What’s happening?

Then—silence.

A familiar voice cut through the darkness, calm and steady. “You’re safe. Open your eyes.”

Your eyes flew open, heart racing. You blinked, adjusting to the faint light as the basement door creaked open, spilling in a sliver of light from the stairwell.

Standing in front of you, weapon in hand, was Bucky. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his jaw clenched in determination.

Your breath hitched. “Bucky?”

He moved quickly, crouching in front of you and cutting the ropes that bound your wrists and ankles. His hands were steady, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—concern.

As the ropes fell away, you flexed your stiff wrists, the lingering ache a reminder of how close you had come to disaster. “Why are you here? How did you find me?”

“Aren’t we train buddies?” he asked, his voice low and steady as if the answer mattered more than he let on.

You blinked, your chest tightening with a mix of relief and gratitude. Despite the chaos, despite the fear, here he was—your train buddy. Slowly, you nodded, a small, trembling smile forming on your lips.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “We are.”

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~to be updated when I post a new fic, so I have them all in one place~

you can find me as bucksclipboard on ao3 💕 kudos and comments make my day!

buddie fic masterpost here

clear the air (G, 1.8k) | ao3

After the basketball incident, an injured Eddie (on heavy pain pills) can’t stop worrying about Buck. Tommy knows how important they are to each other, even if he only met them a few weeks ago. So, he convinces Eddie to give him Buck’s address.

or: missing scene, set right before tommy shows up at buck’s loft (7x04)

nobody compares (G, 1.3k) | ao3 | (ambiguous bucktommy/buddie)

"Sorry", Eddie said and scrunched his nose.

"No, you’re right", Tommy admitted. "I don’t want that. I want to give him something he’ll love."

"Well, then not a gift card. Look, I’ve been a terrible gift giver in relationships, so I’m not judging. But you look like you’re getting a migraine, so maybe… let me help you?"

A deep sigh escaped him. "How?"

or: eddie helps tommy shop for buck's birthday gift and inadvertently makes things worse

to be loved is to be seen (E, 2.1k) | ao3 | rebloggable

"Right now, Buck was standing in front of the window stark naked. The curtains were drawn wide open, but he didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

Tommy had heard bits and pieces of his Buck 1.0 history, he knew he wasn’t as shy as their first encounters had made it seem. Still, this was a surprise."

or: tommy learns that buck doesn’t mind being seen at all

fond at first sight (T, 1.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

“Aren’t you off the clock, Kinard?”, a confused voice called after him. Technically, he was. His shift had ended about 30 minutes ago and Tommy was free to go home – however, he couldn’t. He had promised to stick around in case he was needed.

or: 7x03 missing scene – buck and tommy’s first meeting

kiss in the kitchen (like it's a dancefloor) (T, 1.6k) | ao3 | rebloggable

When Buck realizes Bobby is going to be ok, it feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest. Tommy insists on coming over and keeping him company – and for the first time, they make dinner together.

or: maybe buck and tommy get a little distracted

(set before their scene in 7x10)

born to make you happy (T, 1.8k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck kept thinking of that Parks and Rec quote. “If I keep my body moving and my mind occupied at all times, I will avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.” He smiled to himself as he opened the door to his loft, exhausted and ready to collapse on his couch but feeling somewhat accomplished. He had spent the morning volunteering at a dog sanctuary, and then raced home to take a quick shower before going to his annual checkup and to get a haircut he didn’t really need but hey, why not. It was his birthday after all.

or: tommy surprises buck on his birthday

more under the cut

written all over your face (T, 2.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

A completely smitten Buck decides he wants to keep Tommy all to himself for just a while longer. When an accidental goodbye kiss exposes their new relationship, the 118 wants to be respectful – but when has that ever worked?

or: buck and tommy try to keep their relationship a secret and fail adorably

let me hold your hand (T, 1.1k) | ao3 | rebloggable

They could’ve lost their jobs over the unauthorized cruise ship rescue – instead, they’re receiving medals. Buck and Tommy arrive at the ceremony together and share a sweet moment before going in to join their crews.

or: buck and tommy can be professional AND hold hands in public

better than revenge (E, 3.5k) | ao3 | rebloggable

Buck is having a hard time adjusting to Captain Gerrard’s reign of terror. After weeks of keeping his worries to himself, he tells Tommy – and they get their own kinky version of revenge.

or: does this qualify as revenge sex?

series: I think we'd feel good together (4/4)

the fics can be read in order or as standalones

you talk to me like lovers do (M, 2.3k) | ao3 | rebloggable | (1/4)

After that beast of a fire, Buck makes sure Tommy is taken care of. He brings him home to the loft – not only so he can kiss him some more but sure, that too.

or: tommy shows up for buck and buck shows up for tommy

you better come get your man (T, 3.2k) | ao3 | rebloggable | (2/4)

Buck and Tommy bask in the early stages of their relationship – but there’s one concern Tommy just can’t seem to shake. He decides to confront Eddie about a careless comment he made and learns more than he bargained for. In the words of Chandler Bing: can open, worms everywhere.

or: tommy tries to understand the 118 dynamics and gets a little overprotective

oh what a beast, oh what a man (E, 2.2k) | ao3 | (3/4)

Tommy doesn’t want to pressure Buck – and Buck has been holding back for his own reasons. One night, he decides to take the next step and ask for what he wants.

or: buck finally gets to have sex with his beast of a boyfriend

it's in his kiss (T, 3.4k) | ao3 | rebloggable | (4/4)

Buck finds out Tommy confronted Eddie about the comment he made, and it leads to the first fight in their relationship. It’s time he learns: This is what it feels like to be someone’s priority.

or: I hope buck gets a kiss on his birthmark every day

if you made it to the end of this post: thank you so much for reading!

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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Cat's out the Bag Gen 1 pt.82

After grabbing a bite to eat at the station the cab dropped the group off at the end of the street near the Gratz house. Mercury waited outside to give them a hand with the kids and the bags. Adrianne flew into M's arms the moment she saw her.

Adrianne: Look Aunt Mercury, I can fly now!

M: My big girl! Oh my goodness, look at you flying. Look who else got their wings.

Crimson: Hi Auntie Mercury.

He said sadly, his wings hung limply at his back.

M: What's the matter buddy?

Crimson: I haven't learned to fly yet. Mommy says my wings aren’t strong enough.

M: Well, you're a year younger than your sister, so I'm sure by next year, your wings will be sooo strong that you can fly from Newcrest all the way to Ravenwood.

As M talked to Crimson and Adrianne, Venus and Ishtar used the distraction to make a mess.

Kason: Really guys? Now go inside and get changed so you can come back out and clean it up..

He shook his head dissappointed. They hung their heads as he walked them inside. M set down Adrianne and sent her and Crimson inside as well.

Kason came back outside where M lingered and kissed her cheek.

Kason: How was your day?

M: Better now, but good overall. How was the city?

Kason: Good. They moved Geekcon to the Art District. They were having some kind of festival it looked different than I remember.

M: That sounds like fun. I'm glad you took the kids. Did they have fun?

Kason: Aren't you interested if I had fun?

He teased.

M: I know you had fun. I just hope you behaved yourself. You and Peyton are trouble together at Geekcon.

Kason: All innocent fun I assure you love. I only like to get in trouble with you these days.

During their flirty exchange he realized now was the best time to tell her what he'd seen in San Myshuno, but he hadn't thought about what he would say so he started with simple part.

Kason: I saw Beckett there.

M: Really? That loser, he didn't say he was going to Geekcon. I guess that's not surprising, he does live in the Art District. Did you say hi?

Kason: I didn't get a chance to. He was there with Maidson.

M: Madison? Madison Miller?

She asked stunned. Kason nodded in silent confirmation. He waited for her to recover from the initial shock. She was quiet for a moment, he could see the information working in her brain and then realization crossed her face.

M: Madison is the mystery girl.

Kason: It would make sense. Why else would he be hiding her from you?

M: That's why he was annoyed earlier when I told him to invite her to the party. He didn't think he could.

Kason looked at her with a curious expression. It was the first time they'd talked about Madison alone. When they'd spoken with Takara she'd assured them that Madison was harmless and apologetic. It seemed to appease have Mercury at the time and helped rid her of any lingering jealousy or ill feelings for Madison, but Kason wasn't sure how he felt. He knew Madison hadn't helped Paris and she'd never meant to keep their friendship a secret from him, but her mistakes had almost cost him his wife. That wasn't something you just got over. He didn't hate her, but that didn't mean he had to be her friend either.

Kason: Could he have? Invited her I mean, if you'd known earlier?

She paused giving it some thought.

M: Yes. I know you were angry with her for not telling you about Paris and well, I didn't know what to think of her, but did she really do anything to hurt us intentionally? I trust Takara and she trust Madison. So if Beckett had told me that she was his date I would have been okay with him bringing her. What good would it do to make them both pay for Paris's mess. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable but I honestly think it would have been the right thing.

Kason hadn't thought he could love her more and then she had proved her compassion and forgiveness went beyond anything he could have fathomed.

Kason: How did we all get so lucky? I can agree, I was pretty hard on her without knowing all the facts. We all let Paris get in our heads and she got exactly what she wanted. The only person I trust with your safety as much as the people in that house right now is Takara. If she still thinks Madison isn't a problem then I can accept that.

M: I guess explains all his rambling earlier.

Kason: What do you mean?

M: Earlier, when he called me. I asked why they hadn't made it official, and Bek started acting weird. He said it was “complicated” and that “it was important that I like her”. He must think I hate her and won’t approve.

She started to take out her phone and dial Becketts’ number but Kason stopped her.

Kason: It's getting late and he probably won't want to talk about it now after seeing me. Give him a chance to get his thoughts together and you guys can talk tomorrow. I'll even go and start setting up early just so you guys have time to talk.

She fidgeted nearly giving in to the urge to call him right then.

M: You're right. Are you sure? No, you're right, I should give him some space. He said he wanted to talk in person...Right?

He smiled and led her towards the door.

Kason: Come on. I'll make you a cup of coffee and tell you about the trip.

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Sidebar: If it feels like M didn’t fight the Madison situation very hard, it’s cause she didn’t. Madison was never the problem. She was a pawn in the game just like M and once Takara explained everything any ill feelings she carried towards Madison went bye-bye. Also, M is a people person, friendly and family-oriented and her original aspiration was friend of the world so it’s safe to say she’s pretty forgiving and wants to create peace between the people in her life even if it means having to deal with some uncomfortable situations.

Also, I know there's a lot of family dialogue recently but they haven't seen each other in so long It feels necessary to get caught up on their lives.

Last, I know I write the coffee line for Kason a bit. That's because Mercury has a crazy coffee addiction since she was in college and he's constantly making cups of coffee and leaving them in the kitchen I assume for her cause he never drinks them.

Poses: @starrysimsie Walkin' and talkin' & Hold me close

Build: @vellesa-well Central Railway station No CC

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Random possibilities for 9-1-1 based on nothing more than my wandering, weird mind. These are just random thoughts:

What if Tommy is going to become a permanent cast member and he and Buck will last for a while, if not be endgame? Tim Minear seems to love Tommy and BuckTommy. I could see a proposal or marriage by the end of the season to complete the Tommy Kinard redemption arc.

What if Gerrard's return will be used to reinforce how Tommy is now a good man and "good people"? Tim Minear will use it to solidify Tommy's redemption arc and bring him in as a main character.

What if Eddie has a major emotional upheaval and moving back to Texas is a serious possibility? If they have him turn to his Catholic roots for guidance and comfort, I can see him choosing to leave LA and be what he was raised to be. That effectively gets rid of Ryan Guzman and puts all Buddie talk to an end, opening the door to a BuckTommy focused fanbase with no more distractions.

What if Bobby never comes back to the 118 and Gerrard is it? That is an easy way to send that character away.

What if with Bobby cut out, Athena decides to follow him? It wouldn't be difficult to remove Athena, who may decide that Bobby's new career is much more attractive and it's time she retired anyway.

What if with Bobby gone and Gerrard in permanently, the 118 becomes too hostile for Hen and Chim to finish their careers there? Hen could return to school to complete her medical degree (What happened with that storyline anyway?), Chimney could easily transfer, we have seen him training, and that would open the door for Buck to follow Tommy and Tim to create a show following them.

Buddie? There will always be fanfic. It is clear Tim loves the Tommy Kinard character and working with characters who can be hateful. (If you think it is normal to minimize racist, sexist bullying as just "fitting in", keep bringing back characters to infuse that element of hate, have the targets of the hate forgive and befriend their terrorists, then tell everyone how good they are, there is something wrong with you. Tim Minear loving those characters and redeeming them is a tired trope that has been dragged for decades and extremely sus.) Even if BuckTommy is not endgame, I feel the endgame will keep Eddie hetero and whoever Buck ends up with will be lily white and probably male, with that couple becoming the focus of the show. I still believe that right now, the plan is for BuckTommy to endure and end the series together.

Eddie? I think his character is going to be done very dirty. If he caves to his parents wishes for him and becomes the good son, it'll be one of the biggest disappointments ever. I could see him going to church, praying to be guided back to the fold, and deciding that LA is not the place for him if he wants to be a good, devout Catholic man with a son and, very soon in the future, a wife, so his parents will be proud.

What if Buck, who has been desperate for love and acceptance since episode one, changes to be more like Tommy and more like what Tommy wants in a partner? Since Buck is the fan favorite, having him mirror Tommy could support Tommy being a good guy and gain support from the fanbase.

Where the hell are Hen, Karen, and Ravi? Hen is a main. Karen has been around for years, as has Ravi. Why aren't we getting more of them?

I said this last season and I am going to say it again this season, I think the endgame now is for this to end as the Buck and Tommy hour. It looks like the other characters are possibly being set up for phase outs, with their stories being left underdeveloped on purpose in order to tie them up easily.

I could see a spin off in the works focused on Buck and Tommy.

No, I don't have inside information. I am no psychic, although I have ESPN. (Dad joke. Or is it a mom joke since I'm a woman? Whatever.) I'm just throwing random could-be's out there.

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Leave You Loving You Part 2

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First month

Minho stared at your chat for the hundredth time fighting the urge to answer you. Or call you. Or facetime you. Anything really to hear your beautiful voice again. He sighed in exasperation. Why is this dating shit so hard?

A ping from his phone distracted him from his sorrowful thoughts. Another match on that stupid app, great. He opened the messenger and looked at the blonde girl. She looked young, naïve even. Someone he could easily use for some fun he assumed. Is that what you really want, though? The nagging voice in the back of his mind tortured him again, making it painfully obvious that he was running away from his true feelings.

Minho messaged her immediately, asking if she was free for a drink. I don’t want to think about y/n. I don’t want to think about what I’m feeling for her. And I sure as hell don’t want to think about whether I did the right thing or not. He massaged his temples, his emotional turmoil clearly took a stance on his physical health as well. All I wanna do is meet this girl, or any girl really, and loose myself in her. Literally.

He got up and changed clothes, applied musky perfume and styled his chestnut hair. Minho tried not to look into the mirror for too long as he was dangerously close to imploding. It’s gonna be fine, Min. You can forget her now.

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“Wait, you dated another girl? Again? But what about the last one? What was her name again?” Chan looked at Minho in shock. He knew that Minho liked you but he didn’t dare to ask what led to your downfall. Minho frowned, eagerly trying to remember the last girl’s name.

“You don’t know, do you?” Chan’s voice was full of shade. “Minho, buddy, maybe try toning it down a bit?”

He scoffed in annoyance. “Hyung, buddy, maybe try minding your own business for a bit?”

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Shit, I drank too much. How did I end up in this cab? Minho was sitting in the back of a taxi while a brunette girl was climbing his lap, placing kisses all over his neck. And who is she? His head fell back as he tried to make sense out of this situation.

“Minho, you are so hot. I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.” He smirked as she was sucking on his skin, leaving delicate marks. Minho froze up as he thought back to you doing the same thing. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and imagined your soft lips on his skin as he was grabbing the cab girl, pulling her closer to him. When he felt her teeth grazing his neck he shuddered in pleasure. “Fuck, y/n, slow down or I’ll fuck you in this cab.”

The girl stopped immediately. “What did you just say?” Minho shot up in panic as he realized what he had said. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Can you leave my mind already, y/n? He decided to ignore it, hoping that her neediness for him would outweigh his slipup.

“I said”, he grabbed her tighter by the waist, “slow down or I’ll fuck you in this cab, sweetie.” Whether she bought it or simply didn’t care was irrelevant, all that mattered was that it worked. 1:0 for me, y/n.

//

“God, you look like shit.” Hyunjin mustered as Minho was entering the kitchen’s dorm. “Well, good morning to you, too.” Hyunjin leaned over the counter, munching on his cereal as he was elaborating. “Hyung, you know for someone that has as much sex as you do, you seem very distressed. Why is that?”

Because I’m not with her. I’m not with y/n anymore. Minho forced a smile, trying to fight through it. “Good question, Jinnie. Maybe the amount of sex is too low compared to my amount of stress. Let me check that.” Minho stuck out his tongue as he was leaving, already calling the next hook-up. “How long will you keep this up, hyung?” Hyunjin whispered to himself.

Second month

“Changbin, come one! Just one more drink. Changbinaaah!!” Minho was out with his friend. They found a newly opened bar which was packed hence they were sitting opposite of the cute bartender. Changbin chuckled as he put on his jacket. “I’m gonna go and I advise you to do the same.” He sneakily glanced at the bartender and smirked. “On second thought, maybe stay a little longer, Casanova.”

Minho had no time to mope as a girl was approaching him not seconds after Changbin’s departure.

“Since your friend left, can I fill his seat?” She was gorgeous and straight-forward – characteristics he was wildly attracted to. “Sure”, he nodded in agreement. Minho chatted for a while with her, always under the bartender’s observation.

“Hey by the way, what’s your name?” The girl asked curiously. Minho replied and asked her the same thing. “Oh, nice. My name is y/n.” The drink he was holding fell out of his hand. The bartender handed him a cloth to wipe his drink with and watched them cautiously. “Say that again?” The girl looked bewildered, not understanding what he was on about. “I said my name is y/n.” No fucking way.

Minho got up and left the bar. He didn’t want to go home, so he stayed at the back of the venue smoking and collecting his thoughts. How the hell does she have the same name? Is this some cruel joke from the universe?

“Mind if I join?” Minho turned around and looked into the bartender’s eyes. He shrugged, not really caring at all. “You know, that was some dick move back there. But then again I assume someone named y/n has broken your heart, huh?”

He took a deep breath. “More like I broke hers.” The bartender offered him another cigarette. “Wanna talk about it?”

//

“… and then I ghosted her. Like a big fucking coward.” Minho looked down, too ashamed of his own actions. “Wait, let me get this straight. You met y/n and developed feelings for her which she clearly reciprocated but you chose to end it with her without saying a word? What, are you dumb or something?” Minho laughed out loud. Yeah, you could say that. “Why did you do it?”

“Isn’t it kind of obvious?”  

“Well, it may be obvious to your manic brain but please enlighten me”, she nudged his shoulder playfully. Minho sighed deeply before explaining his twisted logic.

“See, we both met on the premise of not wanting anything serious. I wasn’t ready to be in a relationship, I mean look at me I am still not ready. But then I met her and she was so different from what I expected.”

“Different how?”

Minho thought for a second, wanting to choose the right words to do you justice. “I expected her to be beautiful but she was so much more than that. I could laugh with her until my belly ached. I could talk to her about the most serious things. I could make out with her for hours and I never got bored. She made me see relationships in a whole new light. I used to be superficial, I used to be someone that had no real connections but with her? Total game changer.”

The bartender took another puff of her cigarette. “See, I am still not understanding why you chose to ignore her, then.”

“Because… because I was afraid of her breaking my heart. Honestly, what if my good looks were all I got to offer? If all I’m good for was sex. Then what? She’s going to realize that I can’t be on her level intellectually. Or emotionally. Regardless of her catching feelings or not – she wants to go to Korea for some time. I mean you know what that means? She wants to date and snatch herself some fucking oppa or something. She probably would have left me on her vacation anyway.”

For the next couple of minutes no one said a single thing. Minho grew impatient. “What? Are you not saying anything to this?” The bartender mustered him vividly before answering.

“I kind of get it.” Minho’s eyes grew wide as he had not anticipated understanding. “You do?”

“Yes. Leave before being left. Abandon before being abandoned. Reject before being rejected. But-” He glanced at her suspiciously. “Don’t you think you got it backwards?”

//

Minho was walking home, kicking stones off the sidewalk as he was contemplating the bartender’s words. Backwards?

“You didn’t want to risk it so you abandoned her. You wanted to protect your heart and called it quits. But you are living that heartbreak right now, aren’t you? The heartbreak was guaranteed this way. If you had given her a fair chance, you might have never endured it, though.”   

I wanted to protect my heart but I broke it myself. And yours, too. God, y/n, I am such a loser.

Third month

“Hey Min, a friend of mine asked me to set her up on a blind date with you. You wanna go?”, Felix asked as Minho and his friends were having dinner. “Nah, I’m good.” Everybody but Minho looked surprised, sharing confused glances with each other. “Did you stop dating or something?”, Chan asked cautiously. “Yeah, I need to figure some things out so I’m celibate at the moment”, Minho explained nonchalantly. “Good for you, hyung.”

//

She must still be in Korea, right? Damn, when is she coming back? Is she ever coming back? Panic arose in Minho, out picturing the worst scenarios possible. It’s also her birthday in a couple of days. Should I congratulate her? Would she want me to? She probably hates me. I wouldn’t blame her, honestly. Minho’s phone rang, teleporting him back to reality. Oh, look at that. The bartender.

// “Isn’t it crazy how comfortable I feel sharing with you? I’ve known you for a couple of weeks but I feel like you became my therapist”, Minho laughed.

“Sometimes it’s easier to talk so strangers. That’s not a bad thing, Min. Have you decided yet?” Minho sighed, annoyed at himself.

“No. What if I message her and she ignores me? Or gets upset because of me? Or cusses me out? I don’t know what to do.”

“Want to know what I think?”

“Yes, please.” She took another sip of her coffee before lecturing him. “Last time you took the route of a coward. Now look where that got you. If you want her back – if you are really serious about her – you need to face the consequences of your actions. Don’t be a chicken this time.”

I hate that she’s right. “Stop glaring at me – you know I’m right.”

//

How should I phrase this? Why am I so nervous?? It’s just a text message, relax Min. You can do it. You can handle whatever she says. If she says anything at all..

He typed in different variations of happy birthday, only to erase all of them. Nothing seemed right and the uneasiness in his heart grew by the minute. If I keep this up I won’t be finished by the end of her birthday, fuck. Minho decided to keep it simple. He took a deep breath before sending the message. Okay, now I got to wait. She is probably busy on her vacation right now, so let’s not jump to conclusions. I just-

His phone vibrated. He felt his heart beat out of his chest as he realized that it was a message from you. Y/N, it’s you.

[changingplumbob]

Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 8

Joey gets a call from a friend in need and Devin prepares for set.

CW: Moderate sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Bambino/s (Italian) Male child/children Caro (Italian) Dear Grazie (Italian) Thank you Piccolo (Italian) Little one Zia/Zio (Italian) Aunt/Uncle

Joey is catching another nap when he’s woken by his buzzing phone.

Joey: Hmm, yeah bro

Tuesday: Oh my gosh, have I reached Joey York? The JOEY YORK

Joey: *sleepily* Tuesday?

Tuesday: Yes the best woohoo buddy around. You down to push it?

Joey: Watcher needs me to stay on lot tonight but if you can come over… and then come over and over

Tuesday: Shut up dork I’ll be there, I need to unwind

Joey gets up and after checking the twins are certainly asleep he goes to let Tuesday in. He knows if Devin or Luna hear weird noises they won’t investigate and just assume he’s doing something, but he doesn’t need toddlers interrupting anything. The pair make their way into the kitchen and Tuesday continues her performance of fawning all over him.

Joey: Not that I don’t love some attention for one as hot as yourself but is there a reason for this performance?

Tuesday: *jokingly* I’m in the presence of greatness

Joey: What?

Tuesday: *sighs* Dude have you been asleep all afternoon? Memorandum is all over simstagram

Joey: You’re kidding!

Tuesday: Nope hot stuff. The gamers are flocking to it like wildfire. Congrats man

Joey pulls her into a bro hug while she laughs.

Tuesday: I’m friends with woohoo benefits with a celebrity!

Joey: 1 star maybe

Tuesday: Come on genius, you won’t stay 1 star forever. You work hard and play hard, you’ll get rewarded. You think the watcher exists right? If they do they've got plans for you

Joey: Holy watcher, I am trending! Well Memorandum is

Tuesday: But you’re the cute face behind it. So what do you want to do to me to celebrate

Joey: Tuesday… you normally come to me with a plan in mind, not that I don’t like being creative but I don’t like to over step

Tuesday smirks and pulls him in for a kiss. Her hands snake under his shirt and caress his chest while she whispers her plan in his ear.

Joey: You serious? I thought you didn’t want to try it

Tuesday: One of my flings wants to and I would rather know what to expect. He is smaller than you so he shouldn’t hurt as much but the point of our arrangement is practice. So… want to help me?

Joey: You are just giving me all your woohoo debuts now aren’t you

Tuesday smirks and pulls him in for another deep kiss. While he’s distracted she unloops his belt, works his pants down and checks he’s ready

Tuesday: *whispering* Stop being a smart ass. Kneel down and use your mouth for better things

Joey: Ma'am yes ma'am

Joey did and when Tuesday was ready he stood back up, whispering to her that this will be good. Tuesday nods and Joey starts. He enjoys woohoo with Tuesday, they’ve been woohoo buddies since he finished high school. She’s got a great body, a creative mind and she’s normally down to get it on whenever. Beyond that she’s aromantic just like him so he never has to worry she’s going to catch feelings. When they’re finished she kisses him on the cheek and takes off while he heads straight to the shower. He knows the watcher hasn’t put any WTD’s in game but he always likes to keep clean. Satisfied he dries off and climbs in bed to sleep, and dream of how many women his new celebrity status could give him access to.

A new day dawns and Devin has time to give the twins baths before she’s needed on set. First up is Alfred.

Alfred: Where’s Mummy

Devin: Mummy is in the pool trying to not be afraid of water any more

Rilian: I want be in water

Devin: You are next caro, but you need to have potty practice

Alfred: I went potty in my diaper *giggles*

Devin: Oh I know

Alfred: *quacks* Duckie happy *splashes*

Devin: Careful, you’ll get Mama’s sunglasses wet

Devin lifts Alfred up and dries him off. Getting him in his day clothes she sends him off while an impatient Rilian pulls at her leg.

Rilian: Mama, Mama, me! Me now

Devin: What should we say? You remember caro

Rilian: PLEASE

Devin: Your wish is my command, one bath coming up

In the kitchen Luna walks in from her swim to see a nervous Joey looking around.

Luna: You alright?

Joey: I’ve had such a busy weekend, I’m sure I’ve forgotten something for work

Luna: I doubt it, you worry to much. Look at me, I thought I was going to drown in our pool but after some solid laps I can now confidently say I was overreacting. Besides, your coworkers will probably be to busy asking about your game to do real work

Joey: Maybe. Hey, apparently it’s exploding over simstagram

Alfred: What splode (explode)

Luna: Morning schnucki. Zio Joey was just saying people like his game

Alfred: Game? Can we play game? Please?

Joey: I suppose since you used your manners… do you want to be… a bird?

Alfred jumps up and down excitedly. Luna laughs as Joey begins lifting him up and down and spinning the toddler around. When he’s got Alfred on his back he pauses.

Joey: Remember, to fly you have to flap. Can you flap

Alfred: *flaps arms* Caw caw! Caw caw!

Luna: Very good bird Alfred

Devin: Remember caro, we try keep the water in the bath

Rilian: Mama, you play pirate today

Devin: Yes I will

Rilian: Pirate get to be in water?

Devin: Not for this film, maybe if we get another one. Would you like to be a pirate

Rilian: Not if no water. I be… mon star! (monster)

Devin: A sea monster? Very scary. Come on, bath is over, we need to do breakfast

Rilian sighs sadly and refuses to leave the bath until all the water has drained out. When he’s dry he lets Devin carry him to the kitchen and gets excited seeing Joey and Alfred playing.

Rilian: Mama I want to play with Zio Joey

Devin: Eat your breakfast, your whole breakfast, then we’ll see

Rilian: Yes Mama

Devin: Have you seen where Lu went

Joey: I think she said she was going to check if that genealogy place has the sample yet

Rilian: Mama can I has milk please

Alfred: Me to please

Devin: Sure, oh wow you two just demolished your breakfasts. You must be growing! Joey will you have some time after work free before dinner

Joey: Probably, why

Devin: No reason, now turn around and left me check the size tag on your jacket

Rilian: Mama I done! Can I play with Zio Joey now please

Devin: Zio Joey will get you out, Mama's just going to wish Mummy luck for her lecture today

Joey gets the twins out of the high chairs Joey entertains them while Devin kisses Luna then has the chance to have breakfast. While Joey spins Rilian around Alfred bobs like a bird to the music and makes quacking noises.

Devin: Rilian piccolo, let Zio Joey get to work

Rilian pulls a face as Joey lowers him carefully to the floor.

Joey: See you all later. Good luck on set sis, knock em dead

Devin: Grazie

Devin: Where are you going

Rilian: Dollhouse Mama

Devin: Be careful playing with it bambinos

Alfred: Yes Mama

Devin: And if you break it come tell me!

While the boys enjoy playing together Devin sets about her chores for the day. She tries to set up a regular maid and gardening service but apparently there’s a small waitlist. A least the daycare is helpful, assuring her they will look after her toddlers while she’s on set.

Final task before she leaves, meal prep. She enjoys making meatballs, remembering when she was young and her ma would teach her how to ball them up. And the many discussions with her pa about getting the balance of the sauce right. She can cook them almost on autopilot now, allowing her a final chance to run lines in her head.

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[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

COD OCs that I ship with each of the 141 boys part 1

Price:

Name: Amelia Price / Amelia Ò Carra

Relationship status: Ex Wife (it’s complicated)

Ethnicity: Irish and Italian

Nationality: Irish

Appearance: Light brown skin with warm undertones, curly (3B) chestnut hair, scattered moles across her face, a wide hooked nose, and hazel eyes.

Occupation: History Professor

They got married when John was a fresh face in the military and Amelia was still in college. While out at a bar, his military buddies caught him staring at her from across the room, and after a fair dose of making fun of him, one guy went over to her and started talking to her, her mom, and her sister, who were out celebrating her birthday. When the guy found out she was studying to teach history, the guy got all excited and was like, “you should come hang out at my table for a bit! My mate John loves history!” She was hesitant, as it was obvious the guy was trying to set her up with his friend, but her mom and sister all but shoved her out of the seat in their insistence she go.

Their meeting was awkward as hell, but by the grace of God, John left the bar with her phone number and an invitation to a local museum.

John was helplessly in love with Amelia. They were together for two years before getting married, and throughout their ten years of marriage, through thick and thin, sickness and in health, they were disgustingly in love.

But love doesn’t negate insecurity, fear, and paranoia. Over the years, John would become anxious that he wasn’t a good husband. He was away so often and couldn’t always keep his work and personal lives separate. Long absences, depressive episodes, nightmares… did she deserve to put up with all that?

And as time went on, and the missions he was sent on became more and more dangerous with higher and higher stakes, he started to fear that he wasn’t just neglecting her, but that being with him was actively putting her in danger. He knew intimately that the people he was fighting against wouldn’t hesitate to kill or torture her to get to him.

And it’s not like he could just retire. Millions of lives were at stake. It became a vicious cycle of feeling guilty for putting the fate of the world over his wife, then feeling guilty for feeling guilty for putting the fate of the world over his wife, so on and so on…

Amelia tried to put him at ease. She understood what he did when she married him, she wasn’t going to change her mind now. But her efforts were in vain. John became more and more distant, until he finally said that it would be best if they divorced.

Amelia was furious, even if some part of her knew it was coming. She made it very clear that she absolutely did not want a divorce and disagreed with every justification John threw at her. She eventually agreed to sign the stupid papers, but angrily told John not to think for a second that this was, “for her own good.” He wanted this, not her.

They didn’t speak for a while after the divorce. Partly because John was shipped out pretty soon after. They only spoke again months later, after John came back. He doesn’t know exactly why he called her, but he just felt like he had to. He had to let her know he was home and safe. It was a short, very awkward conversation.

He wasn’t home for long though, he was sent back out shortly after, and again when he got home months later, he had to talk to her again. He missed her desperately. When he was deployed he could distract himself, bury his emotions and focus solely on the mission, but that’s a luxury he didn’t have at home.

He regretted getting divorced before he even signed the damn papers, but he told himself over and over that it was the right thing to do, that he didn’t have a choice. But he was selfish. He didn’t care if it was the right thing to do, he missed her. Every cell of his body wanted her back, even if he knew he couldn’t have her.

Just talking to her wasn’t enough, he had to see her, even if it was only for a second. He made up some excuse about paperwork that he honestly couldn’t care less about and met her at their old shared home.

It was, again, awkward. Neither really knew what to say to the other, and Amelia clearly still felt betrayed, but despite all the tension, the longing was palpable. Neither wanted to say goodbye, but once they ran out of appropriate excuses to keep the awkward interaction from ending, they didn’t really have a choice. Despite both of them trying to keep their distance, the brief meeting ended with a hug that lingered too long, and a whispered, “I miss you,” “I miss you too.”

This became a pattern.

Whenever John would come home, he would call Amelia. Most of their interactions were brief, just checking in on one another, but sometimes their emotions got the better of them. Against their better judgment, they’d meet. They’d get dinner, or grab a drink. Sometimes she would invite him home for a drink, which almost always lead to desperate drunken kisses and hookups, which only made the pain of saying goodbye a thousand times worse.

Every time she allowed him in her home, in her bed, she wondered why she’d do this to herself, why John would do this to her. She couldn’t move on. She’d been on exactly one date since the divorce, that lasted all of two hours. She couldn’t help it, the thought of being with anybody else felt wrong, it made her ill. She knew she had to move on, that things with John wouldn’t work, no matter how badly she wanted them to, but every time he reached out to her, she didn’t have the strength to refuse him.

It was very tempting to put all the blame on John, he was the one who wanted the damn divorce in the first place, and now he’s making it impossible for her to heal and move on, but she knew she wasn’t blameless. At the end of the night, she was the one who brought him home, who laid beneath him, wrapped her arms and legs around his body and buried her face into his neck, begging him to hold her, kiss her, stay with her… she felt pathetic… weak… she knew that these nights always ended the same, he would leave and she would be alone again, choking back sobs as she promised herself it wouldn’t happen again. She knew she needed to put a stop to it, but she just couldn’t.

Kate was one of the few people who knew about John and Amelia’s complicated relationship. And she’s told him flat out, “you’re being a dick.” She told him that he can’t keep going back and forth, “you’re either with her or you’re not. You can’t have it both ways.” She’s urged him to just get back together with her already. It’s obvious that they’re still in love with each other and they clearly suck at being divorced. He needs to make up his mind and do it quick because Amelia’s not gonna put up with this whole shitty situation forever.

John knows Kate is right. She’s always right.

He wants to be with her, wants to get back together. He decides that if he makes it home again, he’ll tell her. Tell her that he’s done with goodbyes, that he wants to be hers again… if she’ll have him…

[twistedroseytoesy]

Hi!

I'd like to be called 🍬 anon!

Could I request Savanaclaw with a quokka reader?

These little guys are the cutest things ever!

Oh, oh my gosh those little fellas! The happiest little creatures with award winning smiles! I absolutely would love to do this 🍬 anon!

Also image of an adorable little fella just under the cut

Description

you and your family happily lived on an island near the Sunset Savanna but technically outside of its rulings. you and the other Quokka beast folk lived happy lives, trading and bartering goods and trading goods with the mainland but not really needing a lot of money. Everyone gets along and everyone on the small island works together to make sure everyone else is safe and happy. You and your family were rather small but you never minded and always loved taller company. You have cute small little ears in your messy brown hair, with cute brown eyes and a continuous smile. you are about 4 feet tall, with dark skin and a short little tail. the tips of your hands and feet were slightly darker than the rest of your body and you had small little claws.

Savanaclaw

Leona: Tch, think those cute looks are going to get you pity from him your right wrong. He tries to ignore you a lot, but can't help but poke some fun at you since your reactions are just so cute. Though if anyone messes with you when he's nearby be prepared to be taken to be his nap buddy, his tail swishing angrily at someone messing with what he's now claimed. you were picked on a lot at the beginning but luckily after his overblot, Leona stepped up his leadership a bit and made sure to tell the other savanaclaw members t knock it off. he also never made you do spell drive practice, "you're too small to be any help" he would tell you. but for 1 he wants to show off to you on the sidelines, and 2 he knows how dangerous spelldrive can be and he would actually feel BAD if you got hurt. If you somehow become friends with him expect to be his nap buddy often, calls you his cute little plush. but only in private, Ruggie likes to chuckle at you two. Leona may never say it out loud but if you are observant you can tell he thinks you're cute, and he wants to protect you. will wake up only for you, also falls for your puppy eyes so bad don't tell anyone.

Ruggie: shihhihi well aren't you the cutest little thing? careful since a lot of beasts around would love to take a bite outa you. takes you under his wing, for a price of course. but honestly, you remind him of the kids from his village he would take care of. gets you to help him with some stealing, you distract them with your cuteness and he gets the goods. Eventually, he starts to share his food with you and protect you with no repayment required. Of course, from him, you learn a lot of good scavenging habits and self-defense. He honestly is so proud of you when you take down a bigger guy or weaponize your cuteness like how he taught you. He also uses you to get Leona out of bed. even Leona isn't immune to your little begging eyes! shihihihi. will feel betrayed if you turn those adorable eyes on him but he also can't say no to you...

Jack: Immediately was reminded of his younger siblings back at home and became unbelievably protective of you. Tsundere wolf style. he tries to stay near you and will fight anyone who tries to take advantage of you and your cuteness. He does smirk when you weaponize your cuteness, he will introduce you to epel also because you two are pretty similar. can't say no to you. Would rather die than admit it though. He tries to train you to be able to defend yourself if and when anyone tries to mess with you. his tail wags a lot when you're being really cute and you love and help him with his little cacti collection. He's proud of any accomplishments you do and likes to have you on his shoulders, it makes you smile so much and he can't help but smile too.

[iamsweden]

WE GET POSSESSED? | Ghost Hunting with Friends! Pt. 3 SECOND FLOOR

Summary: Is there anything better than ghost hunting? Yeah, some pizza at home.

Read on AO3 here!

Read Pt. 1 Before the hunt here!

The Rumor Come Out: Does Alfyn and Therion are gay?

249,109 views | Oct 8, 2024 #phasmophobia #gaming

Five episodes in and we’re definitely experts at this whole ghost hunting thing, right? (Spoiler alert: Alfyn dies within the first five minutes again).

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The second floor is cold.

The change in temperature hits Tressa all at once, like she walked out of the stairwell and straight into a freezer. Her first thought is oh, there’s a hella draft up here. Her second thought is, it wasn’t this cold outside earlier.

“Good grief, it’s freezin’ up here,” Alfyn says. He tugs Therion flush to his side, caging him in a big bear hug. “Good thing I brought my personal space heater, yeah?”

Therion levies a weary sigh, but he can’t be mean to Alfyn now. Not when he’s finally crawling out of his funk. That’s illegal.

Immediately, H’aanit shucks off her coat and presents it to Primrose. There’s absolutely no arguing with her (and Prim is probably freezing in that dress anyway) so she tugs it tight around her. Olberic tries to do the same for Cyrus, but he’s already wandering off, twittering, “I say, this floor is nearly identical to the Royal Academy! I’m going to find my office! This is so exciting!”

“Don’t go too far,” Olberic warns as he hurries after him. 

If this was a horror movie, Cyrus would absolutely be the first guy to die.

Well, they’ll rejoin him soon enough. At least they know where Cyrus and Olberic are headed.

Tressa, criminally single but laying claim to her status as the Final Girl in this theoretical movie situation, braves the cold and films another intro: “We made it to the second floor! Right out the gate, looks like we’re experiencing some ghostly freezing temperatures! Stay tuned for more as we dive deeper into our investigation of the paranormal!”

“That’s really considered evidence?” Primrose asks.

“It is in Phasmophobia,” Alfyn says. Before they ask what the heck Phasmophobia is, he explains, “It’s a ghost hunting game. We’ve done, like, ten episodes of it.”

“We’ve done five episodes,” Therion corrects, voice muffled by Alfyn’s chest.

“We’ve done, like, five episodes of it,” Alfyn corrects.

Well, Tressa hasn’t seen any of those five episodes. She doesn’t have the time nor the patience to watch Let’s Plays, unless it’s a game that particularly gets on Therion’s nerves. She always makes an exception for those.

“Well, this is ghost hunting for real, so let’s, I don’t know, find the spookiest office and see if… the REM pod works?” Tressa asks, choosing the first device she gets her hands on.

The REM pod is the goofiest piece of equipment she bought for this excursion–and that’s including the Boo Buddy teddy bear. It’s a plastic cube with very fake-looking lights and an antenna. Apparently this thing is supposed to measure temperature and proximal distance. So if a ghost or some other source of electromagnetic energy draws close, it’ll light up and make noise. Kinda hokey, but isn’t everything related to paranormal investigation kinda hokey? Tressa thinks so, at least. And she’s the captain of this adventure, so what she says goes.

Alfyn and Therion shuffle off with Prim and H’aanit in search of their new haunting grounds. Tressa is ready to get things moving, but she hangs back to wait on Ophilia. She’s been quiet since they left the cafeteria, only responding in vague hums or not at all. Tressa figured she was just as upset about the Estes Method as Alfyn was, and didn’t want to bring it up again. But now she looks… distracted.

Ophilia looks down the opposite hallway from where the rest of their friends walked down, eyes flicking to and fro as if searching for something.

“You okay, Phili?” Tressa asks.

With a jolt, Ophilia blinks heavily. She summons a smile. “Oh, sorry. Yes, I’m alright. Did everyone else walk ahead?”

Something’s definitely going on with her, and Tressa isn’t super sure it’s about the ghost stuff anymore. “Yeah, they’re just exploring a little. Is something bothering you?”

Ophilia has a bad habit of tugging on her sleeves when something makes her uncomfortable. It’s always subtle, too, because she never wants to draw attention to herself. One glance at her sleeves show that they’re tugged all out of whack, wrinkled with worry. Ophilia catches her looking and casually pulls her hands behind her back. “I’m fine, Tressa. I promise.”

Ophilia is also a really bad liar.

But she’s stubborn, and she won’t tell Tressa what’s on her mind until she’s ready to talk about it. Ophilia inches towards the hall, nodding towards the dim sound of their friends’ chatter. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”

“...Okay,” Tressa relents. “Let’s go.”

Just as the classrooms downstairs were all identical, so are the offices up here. They end up converging on one of the central rooms with a decent view of shrouded street below. A sense of deja vu hits Tressa as she walks through the doorway. She’s visited Cyrus’s office countless times before, so she’s incredibly familiar with the layout.

He keeps his desk shoved in the corner, just out of reach of the window. Instead, he keeps an armchair for students to use by the window instead. The wall behind his desk is crowded full of skinny, perilously-full bookcases. A basket beside the door holds a bunch of dusty old maps he rescued from a renovation project years ago. In the back corner sits an ornate little cabinet kept well-stocked with tea. A kettle rests atop it, always ready for action.

None of that liveliness is present here. Tressa knew the room would be empty. She never once expected otherwise. But to see the barebones office now, drenched in uncaring darkness and a healthy layer of dust, makes her feel unwelcome.

Tressa clears her throat, trying to shake off that sense of wrongness. No matter how similarly built, this is the Old Royal Academy, not the (new) Royal Academy. “Okay, I thought we’d check out the REM pod next. Are we ready to try and make contact again?”

At everyone’s nods or yeahs, Tressa sets the REM pod in the middle of the room and flicks it on. The cube erupts into flashing lights, squealing with an electronic fury. Tressa quickly backpedals, moving against the wall with the others. The REM pod dies down the further away she goes, until, finally, it falls dormant again. “So that’s what this thing does,” she jokes.

With a deep breath, she turns the camera back to her face and delivers a more concise explanation to the audience. She makes a mental note to ask Noa to make an infographic or something showing a visual explanation. That’ll look more professional than a regular monologue. Once that’s out of the way, Tressa takes a page out of Primrose’s book and addresses the eerily empty air with gravitas: “If there are any spirits here who want to communicate with us, please give us a sign. You can use this box in the middle of the room if you want.”

The room is still. Ophilia digs her thumbs into her cuffs, kneading her secret anxieties into the knitted fabric. Cyrus eyes the REM pod, expectant and hopeful. Olberic absently rubs the back of his neck.

Nothing happens.

“We know this used to be an office,” Therion says at length. “Are there any professors here? Our pal Cyrus would love to talk to you.”

They wait a little longer, but the REM pod remains quiet.

“Are there any students here?” Primrose asks. She tugs H’aanit’s jacket tighter around her. Tressa is already used to the cold.

They wait, and wait, and wait. The room is silent save the sound of their breathing. No cars drive on the street outside. The building does not settle. The floor no longer creaks under their feet, even when Alfyn uncomfortably shuffles.

Tressa doesn’t like it in here. The room is too big and too small all at once. Their flashlights don’t shine bright enough. Tension pools in her gut, making her nauseous. Ophilia keeps kneading her cuffs. Olberic rubs his neck again like it aches. Alfyn shuffles. H’aanit runs a hand through her hair. Prim pulls her jacket closer. Something is wrong. Nothing is wrong. Tressa feels like she’s about to explode but doesn’t understand why.

“Is anyone else here?” Ophilia quietly chimes in, right when Tressa was about to call it quits.

Instantly, as if waiting for this very moment, the REM lights up and buzzes. A moment later, it falls silent once again.

Cyrus, delighted, claps his hands. “Marvelous! Are you part of the staff?”

He receives no answer, but that doesn’t deter the professor now that he’s made contact. Unless, of course, that brief burst of activity wasn’t just a fluke. Olberic has the same thought: “To confirm you are present, please touch it again.”

Tressa jumps when it responds. The REM flashes rapid colors along the walls, forcing life, however briefly, into the room. Her stomach does a flip.

“Hmm,” Olberic hums.

Cyrus tugs on his sleeve, excited like a kid on Aelfric’s Day morning. “That was express confirmation, Love! Spirit, are you in any way associated with the Royal Academy?” When that garners no response, Cyrus asks, “In that case, do you have a connection with one of us?”

Lights dance along the walls. The electronic wail rings in Tressa’s ears long after the machine stops.

She maybe thinks this was a bad idea.

“O-oh,” Cyrus stutters. “I… see. Well, then. That’s–that’s certainly–”

Somewhere out in the hall, a door slams shut with such force that it reverberates through the floor. Tressa can’t help it–she shrieks and flails away from the doorway. She bumps into H’aanit, who reflexively grabs her. Final Girl Tressa is going to be so real right now: in her terror and panic, she tries to climb H’aanit like a tree. This does not work, and instead she just stomps all over H’aanit’s boots while she hisses, “Tressa, calmen thyself, ’tis naught but a draft–”

“That wasn’t a fucking draft!” Therion curses. He sticks his head out the door and wildly darts his flashlight to and fro, searching for–oh god what if a serial killer snuck in after them and they’re all about to get stabbed to death and die gods that would suck Tressa still has her whole life ahead of her and she’s just about to hit one million subscribers and now she’ll never get that gold play button.

All the while, the REM pod wails. The electronic warble sounds louder and more frantic than ever. The lights flash rapidly, maniacally, and Tressa dimly thinks it shouldn’t be able to do that before the REM pod explodes.

…Okay, it doesn’t really explode so much as overheat and spark a little, killing both the dizzying lights display and the screams of the robotic damned.

Tressa’s heart beats a mile a minute, thundering in her chest and in her ears. She swears she can hear her friends’ hearts, too, each of them a part of some gruesome, horrible symphony. The only thing holding Tressa together at the moment is H’aanit’s sure, steady grasp.

What was that? What was any of that? The REM pod, that slam, the legit responses from something that came here with them–

It can’t be a good ghost. Not after that display. The way this room made her nauseous, the pervasive and otherworldly chill on this whole floor–no, a good ghost wouldn’t be so hostile. Any thoughts of that spirit being Alfyn’s mom fly right out the window. Maybe they were wrong about the Estes Method and Tressa wasn’t talking to Holly Greengrass at all. Maybe it was another spirit, and maybe that spirit wanted to make Alfyn upset. Maybe it wanted to make all of them upset.

Honestly? Tressa doesn’t care what the ghost’s motives are. All that matters is that the spirit only showed itself here at the academy. As soon as they leave, they’ll be free from it, and it’ll never, ever bother them again.

Tressa has filmed more than enough to throw together a video. She has no reason to stick around here any longer.

“Let’s–” Her voice catches in her throat. Tressa tries again. “Let’s just get out of here. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“I believe that would be for the best,” Olberic agrees. He’s the first to escape the spell laid upon them. He shrugs off his coat and bundles the REM pod inside it, mindful of any potential electric shock. “We can reconvene at our house and order pizza, if that sounds amenable?”

Pizza is always good. Tressa nods, finally extricating herself from H’aanit. “Yeah. We’ll rent a movie like we did last time.”

With a new plan of action, Tressa and her friends set into motion, gathering up their bags and booking it down the hall towards the stairwell. They do not see any serial killers or evil ghosts lurking in the dark. They do not hear any heavy slams. No, it is a very normal, very chill walk back to–

Tressa stops at the stairwell landing.

She looks down at the giant hole where a staircase once stood. In its place, a heap of rubble lay blocking the door that leads back out into the ground floor hall. It’s just gone. The exit–it’s gone.

They’re trapped.

[twistedsimmer]

Week 1: Settling In, Part 3

The next few days were busy for the group, as they gathered resources to build their future settlement.

"Hey, I found a priceless vase!"

"Ha, is that all? I found a computer, two posters and a ceramic dish already."

"Damn, nice Marf! So what'd you find, Mona?"

"Three rocks and an old bone!" :D

Of course, it wasn't all work; plenty of time was found for recreation and appreciating the beautiful scenery.

"The fishing sure is good today, isn't it Jake?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, absolutely beautiful."

"Heh. Getting distracted by a potential catch, I see."

"Mmhmm."

They eventually scraped up enough materials to upgrade the camp. It wasn't much, but more comfortable seating did wonders for morale.

"Mona, where are your clothes? You can't be walking around here naked, it's not your house."

"Aww, but why not?"

"..um.."

"She's right, Jake."

"*ahem* So uh, how's that loveseat coming?"

The group got a surprise when a truck pulled into their campsite, emblazoned with a familiar logo.

"Am I seeing things, or is that..?"

"The Littlesprings Project! My dad sent us supplies!"

"Ooh, you think they sent us some more food?"

"Or coffee! Please Watcher, let there be coffee!"

"Vincent! You're a sight for sore eyes."

"Howdy, little man. Your father sends his regards, and wants to know why you haven't checked in yet. Your first report was due a few days ago."

"Heh, um, I kinda lost the satellite phone when our van crashed. "

"How'd you manage that?"

"Long story, but it ended with a cat being thrown at my face."

"What the..?"

"Jake! They're at it again!"

"Okay, that's it, Emi. I warned you already."

"Spare me the lecture, buddy. This is between me and him."

"No, not anymore. You're making this place unsafe-"

"-and uncomfortable."

"-and as the leader of this expedition, I can't allow that."

"And what are you gonna do about it, huh? Throw me in jail or something?"

"Well shit. I didn't think he'd actually do it."

A few hours later..

"Hey, are you okay in there?"

"I've been stuck in this smelly shack for hours with barely any food and nothing to read. So no."

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't want you to suffer. I just don't want to be punched, is all."

"Stop being an idiot and you won't be."

"I'm not- ugh, it's no use arguing with you, is it?"

"Of course not. What do you want, anyway?"

"I want to get you out of there."

"And why would you do that? You know I could just beat you up again, maybe lock you in here."

"Emi, please. I don't want to fight you. Frankly, I don't even remember why we started in the first place."

"Hmm. Now that you mention it, I don't either."

"How about we call a truce? We don't have to like each other, but we still have to work together."

"I still think you're an idiot, but sure. Can you let me out now?"

Shortly after Emi was released from the hastily built detention shack, Jake called everyone for the first official meeting.

"Alright folks, I think it's about time we put an end to this drama. We have a job to do, and having people get injured isn't going to help. Suggestions?"

"I've got one. Your boy Vincent brought us some building supplies in that truck of his, correct?"

"He did, yeah."

"Then I'd say it's a good time for each of us to strike out on our own. We'll all be out of one another's hair, and make more progress in settling the land than if we're all stuck here."

"I agree. Amayata, any progress with the scouting?"

"Yup! I've found some good potential building sites, they're already marked on the maps."

"Excellent! Any objections to this plan?"

"No, it sounds like a great idea. Definitely better than having to lock anyone up."

"Hey! The corpulent copulator and I made peace already. There's no need to throw me in that cell anymore."

"Glad to hear it. We don't want to have to build a real jail anytime soon."

"It's settled. Everyone, pick your spots on the map, and get some rest. Tomorrow, we pack up and set out."

After posing for one last group photo, the settlers grabbed their things and headed out. Jake was left by himself at the stripped down campsite, pining for Amayata worrying about his friends.

"Sigh. I hope she's safe out there..and the rest of them, too."

The blaring of a truck horn snapped him out of his thoughts, along with an impatient Vincent.

"Hey kid, you ready to head out? We're burning daylight here."

"Yeah, I am. It's time to get to work."

-> Next Chapter..

[madmachaca]

More Lyla and Camera 9 short fanfiction?

Why not? I am inspired these days, it seems

I got a lot of ideas, so I will be posting them in parts (I will stop each part whenever I think it is getting too long)

These here take place before my last short fanfiction that is here.

And part two is right here

Feel free to read:

1.

She had accepted his invitation, but not because she wanted a hot drink to warm up. She didn't need anything of the sort. She accepted, particially, because she actually likes him.

The other reason was because she wanted to know if she could trust him. When she had the negatives on her hands and saw the note he had placed with them, she realized she had been distracted by how well he kept a low profile. She had nothing on him.

She didn't know where he lived, she didn't know how old he was... she didn't even know his name. And she was intrigued.

"Your hot cocoa is getting cold" he said in between sips. She rested her head on her hands and looked at him inquisitily

"Thanks for the photos, and the negatives. You didn't have to do that"

"I know," he said, taking the envelope she had just place on the table for dramatic effect and took out the photos to see them again. "I like this one"

Lyla got close to see it. It was the picture of her, talking to other time police agents. PK was there, too

"It...it does have a nice composition" she pointed out, avoiding what was actually on it. "You can tell it was raining, but it doesn't distract you from... it must be a difficult picture to accomplish"

"Oh well, I have my trick here and there. Things I learned over the years" and he sip on his hot cocoa again "this is good, specially while hot"

"What do you want, nine?" She asked abruptly. Maybe it was time to stop being so kind. She did know if he was potentially dangerous

"Whatever you are doing, it's not my business, Miss Lay. For all I know, you could be trying to get insights from informants, I can understand that. Sometimes, as a journalist, you need to get acquainted with all kinds of people"

Lyla relaxed a little, but the questions were still running in her head

"Something tells me you are not a simple camera, man," she said lightly with a smile, and he smiled back

"I was curious once, but not anymore"

Again, with the cryptic phrase. She hated when people alienated him at work, but even she had to admit he was an odd one. They, then, remain in silence. He, sipping on his cocoa, looking pit the window, and her looking at him with growing curiosity

"What's your name, Nine?"

"....that's not important now"

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2.

"Ok, let's go!" He said as soon as he jumped into the vehicle, adrenaline still rushing through his veins. Lyla, at the urgency on his voice, drove fast to get them out of there as soon as possible. Things had gotten progressively weirder since hot cocoa buddy date, as she called it

"We got a good one!" He said once they were far enough, "and I got it all recorded!"

"You checked?"

"I always do"

"As expected from you"

She glanced over him every now and then. He was clicking buttons on his gear, rewinding and pausing, checking things were all right

"Nine, when you told me to wait for you after our scoop ended, I wasn't expecting... whatever that was"

"Oh, I stumped upon incriminatory information. Don't worry about it for now"

But she did. She wanted to ask, she wanted an explanation. Going off track, getting into potential danger, risking the scoop... he couldn't help but wonder if he did stuff like that often. What else was he doing that he was telling no one about?

But she couldn't complain. How many times had she disappeared in the middle of things, and he had covered up for her without asking? Asking him would come across as hypocritical since she was about to ditch him without explanation to work on her own mission.

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3.

"And why would I buy such hideous jacket from you, Mike?" Said Angus in a mocking fashion.

"Come on, Angus! It's a nice jacket"

"It's uglier than yourself"

Mike knew he was going no where with him, so he looked for his next potential client

"Lyla!" He called her as he saw her. "Surely a beauty like you would look fantastic on this"

"Can it, Mike, not even her can pull that monstrosity off"

"Oh, I would love to try it on" she replied politely, "but I have so many jackets now I can't afford to get another...I am actually thinking of donating some"

"Donating it sounds like a good idea, Mike. You can give it to camera 9, he never wears any but the uniform. Likely, he has no other clothes"

"But I do" said the cameraman who had been listening quietly to this sad attempt of a sale

"Well, would you take it, anyways?" Asked Mike, trying to sound sympathetic

"No, thank you," he answered. " The color clashes with my eyes"

This is when Lyla realized that aside his age and his name, she didn't know the color of his eyes

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4.

She was so distracted by the collapsing structure that she didn't see that someone was running towards her, the attacked sent them both directly to the ground and avoided the big rock that was about to crush her.

She immediately put distance between herself and the duck on the floor. He stood up calmy and looked around

"So weird debris was just ... lose"

"Who are you? Are you with the organization?" She asked, pointing her weapon at him. The guy dusted off his long trench coat and checked a camera that was hanging from his neck, not a scrash on it, fortunately. On his head, an old school hat shadowed his face, making it difficult to see him

"Are you with the organization?" She repeated energetically

"Relax," he said, raising his hand in surrender "the rock was about to crush you, and I moved you out of the way, that's all"

His voice was familiar, but she wasn't going to let that distract her! She couldn't let her guard down, not when in the middle of a mission with PK

"Why were you nearby? Have you been following"

He smiled, barely, not big and brightly, but enough for her to notice

"Would you believe me if I tell you I was minding my business and it was a coincidence?"

"No, that's the worst excuse I have ever heard"

"That's fair"

She looked at him closely, trying to figure out why he felt so... familiar...

"Let me guess," she asked with irony on her voice "you saw people running into an abandoned warehouse and got curious"

"Lyla," he called her, and she tensed immediately at her name being spoken. "I've told you before: I was curious once, but not anymore"

She lowered her weapon slowly as realization hit her. She wanted to ask him something, but for a moment, couldn't decide on what

"Nin..."

The sound of struggle and fight could be heard on the distance. Lyla knew PK needed her help! 'The mission comes first,' she told herself and ran towards action

"The name is Stefan Vladuck, by the way"

She stopped briefly on her tracks. Shook her head and continued running to where PK was.

All it took was to hold him at gun point, huh?

End of part one

I am having so much fun writing this.

[thessalian]

Thess vs The Faffabout Factor

So I was going to start the quest for AETHER today. However ... way led ever on to way and I got distracted by the sheer Faffabout Factor of this game.

Okay, quick wander to get some campfires before I go hit up AETHER's spot and ... Ooh. Greenshine. There should be a whole slab up there.

Now ... how do I get up there? Guess I have to go around, a bit.

Huh. What's this? Ooh, drone-- whattheFUCKisthatthing?

A ... Slaughterspine. That ... tracks. And it's surrounded byyyyyyyyy ... Fucking. LEAPLASHERS.

ohthisisgonnahurt...

SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR HIGH GROUND. SHOULD HAVE GONE FOR HIGH GROUND!

At least the Leaplasher's-- IT'S NICE THAT I GOT LEVEL 50 OUT OF THAT BUT CAN WE CELEBRATE THAT LATER? I AM BUSY.

Okay. FINALLY. Now. Drone.

OHFOR-- Attempt 1: Failed. I aimed badly.

AAAAAAA! Attempt 2: Failed. Thank the gods for those Survivor passives.

Aha! Attempt 3: Success! I am made of Third Time's The Charm. Now. Back to hunting that greenshine slab.

Oooooooooh. Stormbird-- WHATTHEFUCKISTHATTHING?!?

A ... Deathwing. I do not like the look of that disruptor field it keeps spamming. But Stormbird first.

HAHA! Knocking you down is such a joy, Stormbird. Right. Next, get a little closer - but not too much closer - and get that Dreadwing.

...You go invisible, too? That's not fair!

......Actually, what's not fair is that I can still see you when you're cloaked, asshole. POONK.

GREENSHINE. SLAB. WORTH IT.

Right. Lemme just grab a campfire on this side of the mountains to make life easier-- Ooh, settlement.

Oof. Hunter-trader has a really nice Sharpshot bow, and I'm conflicted. On one hand, this new one has knockdown arrows. On the other hand, my current one does more damage at long distance. I'll stick with my beloved for now, but I'll keep this one handy.

Oh. Green exclamation point. What's up, dude?

...Aww. You want a hunting buddy? I'm with you, dude.

I will mark that Tallneck for later and-- That's ... a shimmer in the air. That's a Stalker. And ... I don't think it sees me. And I'm not even in stealth grass. And it's not a distance thing. ...Eh well. POONK.

I'll hit that flare; see if any more are lurking about-- Theeeeere we go. POONK.

Hi, Ikkotah. I had a nice little warm-up by way of Stalkers. Let's go.

Yes. I am very good at quiet kills. Thank you for noticing.

Ofuckscorcher. IF I HAD KNOWN I WAS GOING TO HUNT ONE OF THESE FOR A SIDE QUEST, I WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN UP IN FUCKING MONTANA OR WHEREVER, HUNTING ONE THERE!

POOF hiding hiding hiding-- Okaydone. POONK.

Awwwwwwwwwww. Dude. I'm really sorry your lover got squished by Regalla's crowd. I ever get some free time, I will totally hunt with you again. ...If I don't die saving the world, anyway.

Okay. I could go for that Tallneck, but that seems involved. I'll get another nearby campfire and-- What's a "Clamberjaw"? I go look.

......You have got to be shitting me.

Eh, at least your weak spots are easy. BOOM-- Headshot.

Oof. There's a Clawstrider in my path. Lemme just--

Oh. There was a person on it. Did ... did I just start a Rebel camp quest by accident again?!?

Yeeeeeep. Well, let's get it done. It's another campfire, anyway.

I could release the Clawstrider and override it as a distraction. Or I could sit on this cliff sniping from a distance. ...No choice at all, really. POONK.

Okay. One more campfire and-- Wait. What's that?

Ah. Vista point. And thaaaaaaaaat's... Those. Are. DEMETER. Coordinates. I just wandered up to a new quest area by accident, didn't I. FUCK.

Aaaaaaaaanyway. Vista. ...ofuckclawstriders. Oh well. Getting better at one-shotting these from the tail. POONK.

Okay, Vista done-- PELICAN! I NEED PELICAN BITS!

I ... can shoot crabs and lobsters. This ... is a thing.

I CAN UPGRADE THIIIIIIIIIIIINGS HUZZAH! ...I need to shoot more lobsters.

......I wonder if there are any moonfish in these waters-- I HAVE WORK IN THE MORNING.

Yeah, so I crossed about a third of the map by accident. Still had fun, though. Buuuuuut I do have work in the morning, so.

[goon-mage]

VANNI’S PALDEAN ADVENTURE: CONCLUSION 💖

After many months of toil (and procrastinating and distractions) I’ve made it through the main story of Pokemon Violet and I wanna show how my babies have grown. (long post warning sorry)

Here’s Isla Dawn, my sort of wild card spot. I picked her up pretty late in my journey which is why she has the 6th spot. She was my compromise of between something defensive and something I thought was cute… and honestly she struggled and still does now in post game. Most she does is set up a screen then get two shot by super effective moves. But she’s pretty and took me a week to get.

ScalieArthur (Arthur for short) is my baby, hatched from an egg. Raising him from lvl 1 while also trying to EV train him in HP (because I was desperate for some bulk on anyone) was genuinely worth it, but changing his terra type to normal was not. Genuinely don’t remember my reasoning, I just like the big ass gem head. But he was a late game powerhouse I really liked using (mainly from the ice typing)

Miss Roberta, one of many name changes. And a special place in my heart as my first shiny in Violet. She never disappointed me in battle, but of all of my team, I gave her the least amount of battle time out of fear she would just get bulldozed.. but she never actually did. Every battle she came out, she dominated. Didn’t give her enough credit, really.

Jellyway… an interesting case. Youll see the OT is Jeff. Jellyway was a surprise gift from my boyfriend, but came at a sad time when I had already had a Clodsire leveled up pretty high (Puddingway, for those who remember.) Jellyway was always the highest leveled on the team and was definitely one of the more frequently used on the team (Ground types are just sadly very useful despite me not liking them much.) But Jellyway was a pleasure to have and you cannot go wrong with toxic spikes!

My sleepy buddy Ardbert, I would die for him. I put in so much work making his terratype fairy and all that work just made me love him even more. I really got in my head when I would terraform him like “oh my opponent definitely thinks this is just a fire tera… but they’re WRONG!” It was also a makeshift way to get a fairy type because theyre just so good, ugh.

And finally, we have the star- Sylvando! Another victim of a name change (once named Riqardo, Sylvando was just way better with how much I like DQXI) he still was my true powerhouse. But unlike Roberta, I put Sylvando through the ringer and he paid the price. He was absolutely the team member who got taken down the most. But he was also the one who dominated the hardest. He was the one who took down Nemona all those times, defeated Geeta's ace, and finished off the true final boss- all in one fell swoop. But he was defeated by Clavell's Meowscarada and Arven's Mabosstiff. Using Sylvando was like a dance, when things go right and all we hit all our moves, it feels like the best feeling in the world, but even one misstep can send us tumbling off the stage like fools.

can't wait to see what's in store for me and my babies in the post game and DLC! And what new friends we'll make along the way.

[mykoreanlove]

One of his girls pt.2 - Choose your fate

You haven’t heard from him in weeks. But now he messaged you – late at night asking if you were still up. What do you do? Which fate do you choose?

FATE #1

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god!!!

Your whole body was trembling. You were barely able to hold your phone properly because of the excitement you felt in every cell.

He finally messaged me. I am so happy now. Thank god I waited for him all this time, now our romance can start over and bloom into love!

You didn’t even think twice before answering him. Of course, you wanted to see him again. Even if it was late at night, even if so many things were still unprocessed between the two of you. You did not care at all – you just wanted him back so badly. You answered him in milliseconds and got up roaming your closet for a suitable outfit. Did you even need one though?

We’re probably going to end up fucking on his couch anyway, so why bother?

You decided on a black lace set which you put on after showering and doing your hair and make up. You hurried up, fearing that this moment would never come again.

So far he had not replied, nor called. You felt your stomach churn with anxiety. Your blood turned cold as you realized that he had read all of your messages and chose to ignore you. Tears were starting to form at the brink of your eyes.

JK, are you serious right now?

You shot him another message, barely typing correctly because of all the tears in your eyes. You saw him come online and reading it. Then his green bubble disappeard, leaving you on read. You felt like an idiot.

Embarrassed.

Humiliated.

Ashamed.

Fuck, I can’t do this anymore. Like honestly, he messaged me out of the blue after weeks of no contact in the middle of the night wanting to see me and what did I do? I did a somersault from excitement. How pathetic am I? Of course he left me on read. He probably messaged me because the other girls were busy and when he found a better option he ignored me. Why is this always happening to me? He didn’t change at all. Why am I so stupid?

You were too consumed by your negative feelings to get up and wash off your make up (or what was left of it due to the intense crying).  Instead, you watched the chat for hours, hoping that he would message you back. But he didn’t.

You fell asleep crying, wondering what you did wrong for him to treat you that way.

FATE #2

You finally had a night off to yourself – the last weeks were packed with workouts, dates, therapy, party nights and study sessions and you clearly needed a break. That’s why you chose to stay in and relax – thankfully with the help of your little vibrating buddy.

As you were getting it on and playing with yourself you got distracted by the many pings coming from your phone.

Who the fuck is messaging me now?

Slightly annoyed you paused the toy and took your phone into your hands, breaking into laughter immediately.

Well well well, look what the cat dragged in.

For a short moment you thought of answering him. Not because you wanted to meet him but because you wanted to tell him that you had changed. You were no longer the little girl that put men on a pedestal, thinking they were the glorious knights saving her from herself.

Nope.

You wanted to tell him that you had worked on yourself. A lot. You now realized how amazing you were – beautiful from the inside and out. Smart, driven, ambitious, sexy as fuck and in high demand. You wanted to tell him that you would never ever accept his boyish behavior again – you deserved far more than that.

You didn‘t hate him but you were no longer interested in entertaining his clownery. You leveled up and if he wanted you back in his life he had to rise up to your level as well.

You felt immense happiness in your chest as you realized how far you had come. You finally chose yourself over him and that felt good. You started typing a heartfelt reply in which you explained to him why you were done with him for now but then stopped.

I could explain all of that to him, right? But I could also… you know, match his energy and focus on me.

Your eyes fell on the toy next to you. Your fingers erased the long message and typed a short reply. You smirked as you put away your phone and got back to work.

Yeah, I’m gonna love me. I do it better than him anyway.

FATE #3

You frowned heavily as you scanned his messages.

See, he is a giant fuckboy. He only messaged me because no one else is around. Call him out on his bullshit!

You felt your chest tighten again. You didn’t want to assume the worst of him, even if it looked that way. But couldn’t there be another explanation?

Who says he’s only texting because of hooking up? Maybe he misses me so badly and it took him some time to finally get it out and that’s why he’s texting me at this hour. Couldn’t that also be true?

Your thoughts were all over the place, not knowing what to believe. You gave up reading his mind and asked him blatantly.

His reaction will tell me his motives, so let’s go.

You watched your phone nervously. He had read your messages. He even started typing but stopped.

Why did you stop? Kookie, what did you want to say to me?

You put your phone away as nothing happened for minutes. You felt sadness in your chest, as you took this as a confirmation of him only messaging you because of sex.

You got interrupted in your pity party as you noticed your phone lightning up – he was calling you.

Shit, he’s calling. Do I take his call? What should I say? Fuck, fuck..

“Hey?”

You heard him breathing at the other end of the call. He was just as nervous as you were.

“Just so you know, I felt deeply hurt by your accusation. But I guess I deserved that.”

You took a deep breath. Hearing his husky voice again made you realize how much you still cared about him. It made it painfully obvious how much you still wanted him.

“Kookie..”

His chuckle interrupted your sentence. “I did not expect you to still call me that. I missed that, y/n. I missed you. Still do.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You needed answers, you needed him.

“I didn’t text you because I wanted to fuck. I had a couple of drinks with the guys and apparently that was all the courage I really needed. I wanted to see you and explain why I behaved the way I did. Can I – can I  come over, y/n?”

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OMFG! Thank you for tagging me @sio-writes I had a hecking great time with this. I really got to explore Sable more, and of course I put my own spin on it.

I tag: @oracleact @atlas-nsfw @the-wizard-writes @bucketsofmonsters and @gaytrashfoodprocessor or whoever wants to join! I can't wait to read yours :D

Interview with a Character!

[Intro: Excited VJ about to play clips of the interview] Today we have an exclusive interview with Miss Sable, the unicorn model who is so hot right now! We caught up with Sable while she prepared for a spring themed photo-shoot. She was gracious enough to entertain our questions while enduring the makeup chair. Though Sable was working she had such an upbeat vibe that our reporter became a fan on the spot! Sable's work is available on Tumblr dot com where she also takes time to interact with her fan base in between shows and campaigns.

1. Are you named after anyone? No. My parents just wanted to celebrate my beautiful coloring. I grew to like it since it's kind of unique. I wont lie, sounds so good when someone is moaning it 🤭

2. When was the last time you cried? Omg today! I cry a little every day on purpose after I read about a talented Korean actress who cries for hours a day. I think crying is a form of self care. We don't do it enough in this world. I want to make sure I stay connected to my emotions. It makes me more empathetic too!

3. Do you have any kids? Oh, gosh. No 🤗 I'm not even sure I'm ready to have a little pony. I guess I'd have to have a steady polycule before I even think about it.

4. Do you use sarcasm? I'm more likely to use a pun. When I'm playing I do like to be a little sarcastic and a tease. But my playmates love it, I promise.

5. Whats the first thing you notice about people? Hmm. Probably their body language and if they smile a lot. People who smile put me at ease. I also notice height. Especially if I'm working with others for the photo shoot, of course I have to asses my angles. It's important to study people's body language and how they take up space to be successful in modeling. I'm able to be versatile and I'm never caught without a good option for a pose.

6. Eye color? Blue and sparkles!

7. Scary movies or happy to endings? Always happy endings! Unless you want me to ruin it for you 😘. If it's not HEA I don't want it. That may be a little naive, or boring to some but I think that we deserve more happy endings in this life. We are so quick to accept suffering instead of demanding joy.

8. Any special talents? Being a unicorn? Haha. I don't have any real talents except being cute I think. But that's ok! I get to enjoy everyone else who is talented. Like my buddy Eagleator? He's like, the strongest fighter I know. [Reporter: You're a model and that takes some skill right?] Haha, you're so right! I forget about that because modeling is really about looks and that's out of my control, but yeah modeling is a talent.

9. Where were you born?

I was born at home. A perfect little baby if I say so myself. My mom was kind of a granola-making hippie and she made a big deal about a natural birth. Specifically I was born in a little pink kiddie pool filled with warm water, patchouli oil, and wildflowers.

10. What're your hobbies? My hobbies are collecting soft pastel sweaters, drinking hot drinks in cute giant mugs, reading fanfiction, flirting, and bingeing hallmark movies. I also like carnivals and fairs, hyperpop and EDM, supernatural romance novels. Though those probably aren't hobbies, lol. I would say daydreaming is a hobby of mine. Sometimes I get so distracted in my own head, I kind of forget what's really happening. If you could use your magical horn to zap up the perfect fantasy would you care about politics? Exactly.

11. Have any pets? Hehe, only the ones that asked to be my pets. But none right now.

12. What sports do you play/have played? Is shopping a sport? Or getting the perfect manicure? Snagging the last pair of Wolfy Choos on release day? Haha. I'm just not really competitive. If I'm going to be running around it's gonna be for pleasure or maybe to chase down a cutie to give them my number.

13. How tall are you? I'm 5'10! Not the tallest pony but I get by hehe.

14. Favorite subject in school? Ick! School is a no. I hated it. Well except for getting to meet my besties. I had a hard time in school. I'm not really smart. Oh don't take that seriously. I don't mind being empty headed. There's so many smart people and creatures in the world why should I worry about that? Honestly I learned the most at the mall when I was skipping class. The real world has a lot to teach someone if they just embrace it. I'm just not the kind of pony to care what happened last century, or how many apples johnny has. I care more about how many apples I can eat and what's going on with the next season of the bachelor!

15. Dream job? Well I actually already have my dream job, though I wouldn't say it was my dream job before I started. [Reporter: Modeling?] Oh, no. This is kind of my side thing. Right now I'm working at this innovative lab that's developing cosmetic drugs. The company is really focused on providing therapies that help others reach their desired form. I feel like, as a model, I'm selling a dream, but as a lab tech I'm actually helping to make them come true.

[Fade back to the VJ] Wow! She's so sweet. To see the full interview follow and subscribe to the network. You wont want to miss this one. Our reporter and Sable get real cozy and reveal some surprising secrets about the modeling scene. And join us at 8 for our exclusive with Eagleator to talk about his crushing defeat at the Action Forest Finals!