#and didn’t dare show us the other footage

[i-love-def-leppard]

um- okay. can we talk about this.

[maskedbyghost]

Stalker

ex-husband Simon, your favorite stalker, a bit possessive, part two?

You can feel it, can’t you? Someone is watching. Every move you make...someone is there, lurking. It all started a few months ago, right after the divorce. Back then, you brushed it off, thinking it was just the loneliness, your senses playing a cruel joke with you. But now, you can’t ignore it anymore.

Oh, how you wish Simon were here to chase away the lurking shadows. But he made it clear—he doesn’t care anymore. If he did, you’d still be married.

Of course, he didn't use those exact words, he didn't even have to say anything, you just knew it based on his actions. Always working, stationed at the base, or off on some long mission. No texts, no calls, no signs that he missed you or regretted leaving you alone for so long.

What were you supposed to do—wait for him forever? Sleep in an empty bed, cook meals for one, celebrate anniversaries alone? No, thank you. If he wanted to, he would. Plain and simple.

You thought about it for a long time, and when you finally sent the divorce papers, hoping for even a hint of regret, he simply signed them and sent them back. Later, he told the lawyer you could keep everything. He didn’t even call to hear your reasons, which is for the best, probably, fuck him and the years you've spent together.

But now, as you feel someone watching you from across the street, you can’t help but wish Simon was still the man he used to be—the one who would have chased away anyone who dared to harm you.

But you’re not sure if your stalker wants to harm you, at least not yet. He always kept his distance until you found a bouquet of tulips, your favorite flowers, sitting in your kitchen. That’s when the fear set in. He had been inside your house, and the cameras didn’t catch a thing.

Next to the delicate petals, you found a note. It said: ‘You looked beautiful in that red dress last night. Too bad your date didn't appreciate it.’ As you read the words, a chill ran down your spine. Your friends had pushed you into that date with a guy who didn’t even call afterward, despite the evening going well. Now, you can’t shake the feeling that this stalker of yours had to do something with that.

Did he scare the guy off? Even if that was true, why hadn’t he approached you directly?

The note and the flowers only deepened your unease. You found yourself glancing over your shoulder every time you left the house, checking for shadows or strange movements. The feeling of being watched became almost unbearable.

Days passed, and the unease settled into a constant anxiety. You started checking the security footage obsessively, but it always showed nothing out of the ordinary. It was as if he had a way of slipping in and out of your life without leaving a trace.

Every day, a fresh set of flowers awaited you after work. Tulips, daisies, roses—all your favorites. Each bouquet was accompanied by a new note, but Mr. Stalker never stepped out of the shadows, never made direct contact with you.

'Just a little something to make you smile.'

'These flowers are a reminder: I’m always watching.'

'These flowers are just the beginning.'

'You’re mine in every way that matters.'

Those are just a few notes you got over the past two weeks. You even contacted the police, but their response was less than helpful. They claimed there was nothing they could do and dismissed it as the work of a shy admirer. But there was nothing shy about stealing your underwear, you thought. And yes, you had definitely noticed the absence of your underwear since this all began.

One night, as you were trying to wind down from another exhausting day, your phone rang with an unknown number. A sense of dread washed over you as you answered.

“Hello?” you said, your voice trembling. There was no response, just silence on the other end. You repeated, “Who is this? What do you want?” but the silence remained.

The call ended abruptly, leaving you feeling unsettled and anxious. Minutes later, your phone buzzed with a new message. You hesitated before opening it, your heart pounding. The message read: 'I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice.'

And now he has your number? You wondered if this was a new tactic to unsettle you further or if it was a sign that the stalker was becoming bolder.

In the days following the phone call, the messages continued, each one more personal than the last. 'You look beautiful with your hair down.'

Along with the messages, the stalker began sending gifts—more flowers, small trinkets, and sometimes even items that felt oddly personal, like a charm bracelet with an engraving of your initials. Each gift was accompanied by a note, one note even read, 'Soon, we’ll be together.' The fuck you will, you thought.

The gifts and messages weren’t the only signs of the stalker’s presence. A few times, you noticed a shadow moving outside your window—brief glimpses of a figure that vanished before you could get a clear look.

Tonight, you decided to take a walk to clear your mind. You quickly changed into comfortable clothes, grabbed your jacket, and checked that you had your phone and keys. As you reached for the door, you took a deep breath, hoping the fresh air would help you feel better. But when you opened the door, you were met with a sight that froze you in your tracks. Standing just outside your door, barely an arm's length away, was him. His presence was both shocking and surreal. He looked directly at you, a strange mixture of relief in his eyes.

"Hello, love."

"Simon?"

[grabattheseballsss]

Ass or tits post but they barely answer the question

NSFW text !!!

Btw if yawll have any headcannon ideas do send them in pls !!! Smooches !!

John price

this is absurd, to think you would ask him such a disrespectful question, I mean if you weren’t dating this is a huge HR violation, plus he won’t just pick like you’re some object he gets to use to his pleasure (thighs and fupas)

Simon Riley

Ass…. No wait he likes tits

Actually he likes ass… but maybe more so the thighs… nah nah it’s just ass … actually here, go wear these outfits and come back to me, I need to make my mind up for sure, you know, for research purposes.

John McTavish

Couldn’t choose, had to go run a few laps to clear his brain

Came back and just held your shoulders and said

“Yes”

You’d be confused and ask him the question again and he’d just look at you with sad eyes and whimper out

“Please don’t make me chose”

Kyle Garrick

Tits, absolutely tits, this man has a thing for milfs, my darlings with big or small tits, if he sees you in a blouse or a tank top that shows your cleavage, he’s running the nearest bathroom to relieve himself.

You had to go undercover on a mission once, having to dress up as a server at a strip club, you needed to have ears on the inside, and he had to save all the footage he was watching… for safety purposes of course, what if he didn’t notice a very illegal bad thing happen to you on his 89th rewatch ?!

Rodolfo parra

Tits, but also into necks, he also loves your back, and the curve of your hips, and how your rolls show when he has you in a weird position, and he loves watching you change or slip into your everyday clothes, how some tights fabrics tug at your pretty plush skin, he loves it when you lay your feet on his lap, silently asking him to rub them for you, watching you stretch, watching you walk, how you interact with others …

Wait sorry what was the question ?

Alejandro Vargas

This whore…. Ass.

He’d slap your ass ever time you’re walking by, if you’re leaning on a counter, on your phone, he would stand behind you and slap your ass bongos, laughing and kissing your temple as you try to smack him.

If he sees you sleeping on your side he will crawl lower and cuddle your ass, it’s just such a nice cushion  :(

One time the team all went out for drinks after a successful mission, and you changed into a white tank top, low cut bell bottom jeans and Rudy handed you a cowboy hat as a joke, but all Alejandro could think about is which bathroom is the closest for him to take you.

Also steals your panties after every quickie

Valeria

See….. here’s the thing, Valeria loves one thing, and that thing is seeing you all submissive and ready for her to take, she loves sitting in a meeting with some dealers, her legs spread, you by her feet, hugging onto the lower part of her legs, humping on her dirty boot, your tits pressed against her knee as your clothed pussy rubs in messy motions as you try to get some sort of release, she loves holding a gun to your head, asking you to only make eye contact with her, in a room filled with judging eyes.

She needs everyone to know what’s hers, and what would happen if they even dared to speak of what’s hers.

König

Listen, I see könig as a little weirdo, a lil freaky boy. When he’s infatuated with someone, he won’t be able to find a single flaw in them, seeing your skirt riding up at bit too high that shows your ass that’s covered in opaque stockings, and if there’s a little rip in those stockings, even if the rip is like, down near your ankle, he’s gonna pop a boner.

If you’re a fashion girly that likes to show their body off oh baby he’s buying you anything you want if you just give him a show, tops that barely hide your nipples, about 90% of your tits out on display, one slip and you’ll be flashing him.

Seeing you in his clothes, seeing his hoodie bunched up around around waist as you hold it up a bit, fixing your pants, oh he’s going to jump that hoodie later.

Horangi

Tits, or so he thought, he’s always found your chest gorgeous, what he wouldn’t give to be able to suck on your nipples day and night, that is until you were sparring one time, you had him in a chokehold… with your thoughts pressed against his neck, his head resting on your lap as you look down at him, animalistic fire in them as you grin down at him, all he could think about was how your eyes gazed down on his, how the pressure of your thick thighs pressed against his neck felt like heaven, like the pain in his neck was cured (it wasn’t)

After the sparring match he just had to collect his thoughts, he needed you to be on top of him, preferably with your crotch right on top of his face with your soft sweaty thighs caging him in .

Laswell

This lady……… she’s the hard dom price wishes he was.

She’s so calm and collected on the outside, at her work everyone sees her as this no nonsense lady who refuses to listen to some old fart tell her what she can and can’t do, she’ll always do what’s right

And so when her pretty girl, in a gorgeous dress she got for you, comes to her job, holding a tiny bag filled with her lunch, hair done, makeup looking flawless, and a bright smile that makes her coworkers envy her.

She loves her sweet girl that’s too innocent to notice how promiscuous she looks in that form fitting dress, how her tits press together when she hands her the bag, Kate would simply thank you, kissing you briefly before giving your bum a smack as she tells you to get back home and get ready for her tonight

What? The woman is stressed at work and her girl comes in looking like a goddess in a tight dress, plus it’s not like any of her coworkers blame her.

[accio-victuuri]

i’m someone who can’t get enough of (fake) stories from the time of cql shoot. so when i see a “story” that i haven’t before ( or maybe i did but forgot about it ), i get excited. lol. even if it’s not a juicy kind of information— i’m cool with it. 🤍 i like this one cause OP seems closer to wyb, it’s more of a short analysis of him & his relationship with XZ during that time.

the usual disclaimer: these are all fake and treat it as fanfiction. obviously, this content is for cpfs. if you don’t like it then scroll along. if you are somehow offended by stuff like this, it’s your problem. feel free to unfollow or block me.

i got the screenshots over here. enjoy!^^

W often catches up on sleep as soon as he gets on the car because he has a lot of engagements. He doesn’t talk much. Last year, he was not in good health. He had a cough and fever and went to get an IV drip at night. Many fans knew about it, so he talked even less in private. Later, I found that he talked a lot on the set. This is a matter of opinion. He needs to refresh himself when he is so tired.

But he does have a good relationship with X. He is not very outgoing, so he should not have many friends, but he is not the kind of person who really looks down on others and does not talk. Many times he does not know what to say (personal feeling hahaha), so he does not start a conversation. Some people are like this, thinking that it may not be meaningful to say it, so they do not say it. He has changed a lot in recent years, and this drama he has successfully made friends with X.

W didn’t communicate much with me. After all, we had never met before, so I could understand the distance. Once, I was discussing tomorrow’s arrangements with the coordinator. He had just finished shooting a scene and passed by me and suddenly asked me if I had a hemostatic patch (this is a consumable item in the crew, and I had just used it up and didn’t bring a new one). I was shocked. I said no, and he didn’t say anything and seemed to go to the bathroom. Later, I don’t know where he asked, but it was a very girly pattern. I feel that he may have asked around, but I didn’t see him use it. That day, I saw a new hemostatic patch on X’s leg, but it wasn’t the one that was used by the transporter?! When I was chatting with the coordinator, I found out that someone had given it to X first, and W saw it and quietly put away the one with the girly pattern. At that time, he had just joined the crew not long ago. Because we were really not familiar with each other, he might have felt that it was too obvious and a bit embarrassing.

W and X have a lot of scenes together. As the main characters, they interact a lot, much more than what is shown. X is not as talkative as the footage shows. On the contrary, he is a person who cares about other people's feelings. In the footage, we can only say that he was: 1. He fainted from the heat (he almost had a heat stroke), 2. He was too tired, and 3. He didn't expect that everyone would exaggerate it. W was the same. He was just joking and making faces, just like everyone would have some such pranks when they were in school. When he felt something was wrong, he quickly changed the subject.

The main reason was that it was really tiring and hot at that time. Every time I went to the scene, I felt that I could get a heat stroke at any time. They also wore long robes with wide sleeves, which was very hard (W didn't dare to eat too much to maintain the fairy feeling of the character) In short, although this matter fermented a lot, it did not have any substantial impact on the relationship between the two. At that time, the crew also knew that this was their childish behavior and was used to it. After all, they were like this all the time. The two are ordinary people who are more casual in private. If they have a good relationship, they will definitely play around, but they will not be fussy about such trivial matters. W's personality is very interesting. He will suddenly act weird and then return to being calm. When he acts weird, he acts seriously. When he is silent, he is serious. I later thought that this kind of personality may have something to do with his love of street dance, motorcycles, and skateboards. Whether it is physical, emotional, endurance, psychological quality or anything else, he wants to try to touch or even challenge the upper limit in all aspects. He is a true adventurer. Most of these people are quite opinionated. He also said that he is a male chauvinist and has a strong desire to control himself and the outside world.

A double-edged sword, not a weakness. Being serious is good, but it is always difficult for people to grasp the precise degree. If you exceed the limit, you will develop a conditioned reflex of vigilance, which will prevent you from revealing too much of yourself, and on the other hand, you will be wary of outsiders' attempts.

This kind of self-defense is actually related to his experience. One is that he left home very early to work hard, and the other is that he went to Korea for training. You must have heard about the trainee system there, which is fiercely competitive and full of intrigues, and it is easy to fail. Many young trainees don’t have much life experience. No matter how cautious they are at the beginning, they may not be able to play better than the older or Korean people. The habit of not offending others for many years has become one of his personality. I am not so familiar with W, so it is difficult to remind him, but I found that he has improved in his relationship with X. It is very subtle. It is generally a good thing. Hahaha. Maybe it is also due to experience. X’s past is relatively simple. He entered the circle a few years after graduating from college. Before entering the circle, it was relatively smooth. It’s not that he has never experienced setbacks and lows, but it is definitely not as shaky and cautious as W faced during adolescence. It directly changed a person. I believe that W is still a positive and enthusiastic person in his heart, but he doesn’t show it easily. He needs someone to guide him.

What I really found strange was one time when the two of them were standing on a downhill slope. The scene was built in a studio and was a bit high. X walked in front of W and slipped. There was a few steps between the two of them. W rushed forward in two steps and quickly grabbed X's waist. They both almost slipped. He intended to grab his arm with his fingers spread out, but he miscalculated and poked X's lower back. We shot that scene in two or three takes and it was passed. After that, W's hand was a little swollen. I found some ice cubes to apply to him and it stopped swelling, but it looked painful. There were still a few scenes that day, but he didn't tell me because he didn't want to delay the progress. He applied ice when he left the camera. Because he had to go to the hospital for an IV drip after work, I thought I would deal with it together.

The strangest thing about this incident was not his behavior, but that X did not see W come down to apply ice, and came over to ask if his hand was okay. W directly stretched out his hand to show him, twisting it vigorously, shaking his fingers flexibly, trying to prove that he was fine, but X grabbed his wrist and looked at it clearly. X said that it was swollen, and W said it was caused by the intravenous drip. X muttered a few words of doubt, and saw that there were indeed many needle holes on the back of W's hand. He believed it a little. I was about four or five meters away at the time.

The director often asked them to be more ambiguous. At the beginning, it was quite awkward because they were not familiar with each other, but it was fine after they got used to it. X made a lot of small moves, and W would shout his name when he couldn't stand it anymore. W was very smart and could find the door. He didn't lose to X at the beginning. It was forbidden to move. It was common for them to insult and fight each other.

Many people are talking about the drinking scene, so I'll share another one. After the day's shooting, W took off his makeup and walked unsteadily. After walking out of the studio, he was looking for something. I said the car was over there (the exit was narrow and the car was a little further away). He said he knew, and then he turned around and pounced behind me, which scared me. I subconsciously turned around and hid, and found that X also came out, but he hadn't taken off his makeup yet. W stuck to him like an octopus. X was also scared, and his wig was pulled by W, and X screamed in pain. His assistant came out the next second and quickly pulled W away. I reacted and supported W. X was not angry, and told me that W had secretly drunk some more later and might be really drunk, so he asked me to make some honey water for him to sober up. I said okay, thinking where would I find honey water in the middle of the night. W is very thin, but very strong. X's assistant couldn't pull him away completely.

I am a little anxious, but I can’t say anything, I can only worry.

X was in a good mood, and cheerfully patted him and said, "Isn't W laoshi known for not getting drunk even if he drinks a lot?"

W didn't refute, and hugged him so tightly that I felt X was about to suffocate, and then X said: "It's late, see you tomorrow." W let go as if he had suddenly lost his temper, reluctant to let go, wanting to look at X but not daring to. I don't know why, but I felt that he was a little sad.

X joked with him: "Go back after you graduate from kindergarten.

W said sullenly: "I will definitely beat you next time."

X changed his tone of voice and complained: "W wants laoshi to win everything. save me from losing a few times, okay?"

I went back to the hotel and asked X's assistant who the winner was. She said that the two of them competed to see who could talk in the other's ear without blushing, and the loser would drink a small sip. I was speechless. No wonder he rarely played mobile games last night, and went to sleep after chatting on WeChat (he got off work earlier yesterday). It turned out that he was saving his energy to play this today (wrong). I asked again, "No one took the photo (mainly referring to the fans who were waiting there.)" She said that it should not be possible, because the place where the two people were standing was difficult to take a photo.

-END.

[konigsblog]

I’d like to direct those sending hate to people simply writing dark content to holding adult video sites accountable if they want to achieve some kind of moral victory.

There have been multiple instances of sites like 🌽 hub taking genuine footage of rape/SA and refusing to remove it even when requested multiple times by the victim. Some of their heavier ‘consensual’ bondage vids etc have been said to involve deliberately pushing expressed boundaries by female actors that have do things they didn’t originally agree to for fear of loosing their job. These are real people- their experiences are REAL and have a lasting physical, social and mental effect.

Ghost, König etc are not real. Y/n, is a reader insert of course, but you are never in genuine danger. Everything you ‘put yourself’ into in these fics, can stop at the press of a button. You can hate it, hate the author and never interact with them again- problem solved (If only y’all would do that). In real life? A SA/rape survivor has lived through it, suffers from it forever and might have the disgusting burden of having to see their assaulter in the flesh at work, home etc.

To insinuate that a piece of fanfic that can be ignored, that you CHOOSE to engage with is as equally abhorrent as the real act is disgusting. It’s downright offensive. It’s a great discredit to us victims and shows you don’t actually give a damn about us at all.

You’ll be silent when it’s time to hold a harmful industry accountable/silent in the face a thousand men saying that 🌽 actresses ‘deserve it’ but will continually send hate to what is a largely femme community for typing words on a screen that you could avoid so easily. Yeah, I know why, there’s a word for it starting with M :)

On that note, most of these people are dead silent on other fandom issues which proves it’s vendetta, not justice based. They don’t actually care about making it a ‘safe place’ (which is impossible, that’s no one else’s responsibility but your own). Not a peep about racism, for example- can’t be assed making fandom more accessible and less exclusive to POC, gotta go out of their way to harass authors though!

You don’t have to like dark content, or even the authors. You can have limits, disdain bad tagging practices, question respectfully why someone might want to read/write such content, but don’t you dare use victims as a scapegoat or insinuate that you are in any way justified if you choose to harass or bully. Do better; focus your energy somewhere actually productive and deserving of criticism, or shut up and move on.

I agree with absolutely everything you said. These are the same people that consume pornography via porn sites, then sit and complain about people having rape fantasies and consuming dark fiction (key word: fiction). They care more about people's kinks and fantasies and decisions in the bedroom (where both parties have consented beforehand), then they do about the REAL rape tapes on porn sites. It's not just rape either, there's a lot of incredibly fucked-up, illegal, and sickening things on these sites that I won't get into. People have their trauma published, profited off of, and are violated for money, and these sites never take these videos down either.

They care too much about their comfort character being portrayed in a way they don't agree with to focus on the poor souls who have had their trauma uploaded online – and to make money off! Are the COD characters real, or am I missing something? They're fictional characters. Just because you don't agree with a headcannon doesn't mean that everyone else also disagrees. It doesn't determine their morality. And honestly, do I really think these hateful and spiteful people are victims of some form of assault? No, I don't. Because victims of SA/rape (who cope differently) filter things out to prevent themselves from getting triggered. I don't think that these hate anons are actually triggered by the content I upload and just want to judge others for coping differently. They just want to seem more moral – as if your mortality depends on your coping mechanisms/fantasies are. If you don't want to watch a video, you wouldn't choose to watch it anyways. You wouldn't force yourself to watch the entire thing, then come to the comment section and cry about how you're not interested in the topics featured in the video. You watching that video was a decision you made, a choice. You wouldn't take a kid to a horror film that's clearly 18+, then scream at the film directors for creating it in the first place. If you're not the intended audience, then don't stay. There is an audience of people who do enjoy dark fiction, and just because you don't, doesn't mean that it can't exist. The world doesn't only revolve around you. It's selfish and small-minded.

You get taught about fiction and non-fiction in Primary school, and yet here we are, have to tell adults (or at least people who claim they're 18+) the difference between the two. If you can't draw a line between fantasy and reality, then you shouldn't have access to the internet. That's irresponsibility. It's people wanting to be saviours, act as if they have the moral high ground because they disagree and think that it makes them a better person, when it doesn't. If anything, them constantly harassing innocent writers is worse than what they try to portray us dark content writers as. These are the same people wishing rape, death, and doxxing towards writers who have done nothing but be respectful and give out warnings before a story. Dark fiction writers have more empathy and sympathy than these puritans who think they're on top of the world for coping differently, because we actually understand that there are different mechanisms to cope after being sexually assaulted.

I will never apologise for writing what I write. I refuse to walk on eggshells around these anons simply because they can't act mature and manage their own triggers. These people won't bother reading the articles that I've linked countless times, or listen to this entire post. Because they're narrow-minded, that's what narrow-minded folk do. They don't hear other opinions or think for a second, that maybe, just maybe, they're being disrespectful. They claim we're romanticising rape by writing it, but don't bother learning what romanticising actually is. I've said countless times that rape is a disgusting, violating crime that deserves years of punishment. I don't describe what these characters do as IDEAL or something to WANT, if anything, I describe them as horrible people because that's how I see them. They're in the military for God's sake...

When they send hate to an author's askbox, do they think for a second about the effect it'll have? Victims go through years of self hatred and disgust after being traumatised, and when they find a coping mechanism, do you think they want to be told that they deserve to be raped again, or that they're disgusting, or that they're supporting the vile crime? Of course they don't, because they don't support victims at all.

These people are too illiterate to read this entire post. If anything, it'll go right through them. In one ear and out the other. Am I also responsible for the media they consume? As in, horror films? Will I hold their hand and cradle them, rock them to sleep because they don't want to take responsibility? That's life. You have responsibilities. You can't just drop them because you feel like it and then put it on a writer's shoulders because YOU weren't thinking.

And sure, I can see how dark fiction can possibly affect reality. But, that's not my responsibility. If someone is has the urge to rape someone, that's an issue on their behalf, caused by mental illness. I can't control what people do, just like how film directors can't control the effect that their work will have. If people get themselves off to my content, that's not my responsibility. Writers and film directors aren't responsible for the effect it'll have on others, because there are a plethora of factors that can change a reaction towards certain content, like mental illness, for example. Mental illness plays a huge factor.

[medusapelagia]

13 Missing moments

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt:"Please, stay?" ) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt: found footage ) @aug-kissed (prompt: Gentle peck) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: established Steve/Eddie, implied reference to cancer, sick character, mention of vomit, open ending Words: 1141

Eddie knocks on the door softly, not wanting to wake Steve if he’s finally asleep. It was a hard night for both of them. Steve woke up at three am, struggling to breathe and he was determined not to call the ambulance, so the only thing Eddie could do was hold him tight to his chest, brushing away the hair from Steve’s sweaty forehead, promising he would feel better soon and hoping it wasn’t a lie. And when, almost ten agonizing minutes later, Steve’s breath finally slowed down, Eddie took a big breath of relief he didn’t know he was holding.

“Come in. I’m awake.” Steve replies in a graveled voice.

“Did you throw up?” Eddie asks, worriedly, smelling the acrid scent in the air.

“Sorry. I opened the window.”

“Hey, I don't care, I’m just worried about you. You sure you don’t want me to call the doctor?”

“It’s the new meds. We knew it could happen, right?”

Right, they knew Steve’s new meds had some collateral effects but not that Steve was going to experience every single one of them.

“Maybe we should tell Owens you’re feeling like shit.”

“And change meds again? I’m halfway through. Just give my body a few more days to get used to the new meds and I’ll be ok.”

Steve’s thick mane is now as thin as a baby's hair. Stupid meds that are making him feel worse.

“I guess you don’t want to eat, right?”

Steve shakes his head quietly, patting the other side of the bed, “Please, stay?”

Luckily today is Sunday. The girls are at Aunt Robin’s home and he doesn’t have to leave for work, so he moves as slowly as he can not to jostle Steve too much and lies next to him.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Eddie asks, even if he knows by now that getting a true answer from Steve is almost impossible.

“I’m better. Thanks.”

Eddie gives him a gentle peck on the forehead, frowning when he finds it too warm but he says nothing. He knows that Steve’s immune system is way too weak right now and he really hopes that the little fever is his body trying to fight the sickness.

“Do you want me to read something for you?”

“Don’t think I could follow if you read for me.”

“You don’t have to. I know you find my voice really soothing.”

“I love your voice. I’m your biggest fan, did you forget?” 

Eddie chuckles, remembering that both Robin and Steve got to the first official Corroded Coffin’s concert with twin homemade t-shirts with that sentence.

“Yes, you are. Maybe you prefer some music?”

“Yeah. Can you fetch me the first tape you made for me?”

“When we started dating? But it’s almost thirty years ago! I have no idea where it is!”

“Maybe the attic?”

Eddie stares quietly at Steve, “Are you trying to find me something to do to keep me occupied?”

Steve shrugs, “Maybe? I’m going to fall asleep soon and I know you won’t dare to move if you’re in the bed with me and I don’t want you to spend all the Sunday morning lying in bed with me.”

“That sounds like a perfect way to spend the Sunday morning, actually.” Eddie replies, kissing Steve’s cheek, “But I’ll let you rest. I’ll be back with that tape. I swear it on my honor.” he promises.

“I know you will. You’re my champion, aren’t you?”

“Of course, I am, my king.” Eddie kisses Steve’s hand before leaving the bedroom, then he moves toward the end of the corridor and pulls down the ladder to the attic.

The attic is dirty and dusty, they haven’t been here in ages. Everywhere there are cardboard boxes with Steve’s neat handwriting. 

Melissa and Elisa’s toys.

Eddie’s show costumes.

Hawkins.

And a little one: VHS.

Eddie opens the VHS box, wondering if inside there are the Disney movies the girls were obsessed with when they were kids: Cinderella, Pocahontas, and The Little Mermaid.

But under the Disney VHS, there are some older recording tapes that Eddie doesn’t remember. He lifts the box and takes it down in his studio, where he still has an old television with a VHS player that he really hopes is still working.

The first VHS is just a mix of blurred images of Robin, while Steve’s voice, out of the screen, asks, “Do you think this thing is recording?”

“The light is red so I think so.”

“You sure? I can’t fuck up! Eddie will be mad if I did.”

“You won’t, dingus, come on, let me see what we recorded.”

“How?”

“Oh my god! Steve! Turn off the camera and let’s see what is recorded.” Robin says, stepping closer while the camera is pointed to the red moquette.

“Dingus! You’re still recording! If Eddie doesn’t have a feet fetish I don’t think he’ll appreciate footage of your feet and the ground. Turn the camera off!”

“I did!”

“You did not! You have to push here-”

The images stop abruptly leaving space for a series of grays and whites.

Eddie smiles, years have passed but Steve’s relationship with technology is still very complicated. He accidentally sent a lovely meme to the family’s group chat instead of sending it to Eddie, causing a series of fake gagging from the girls and a lot of mockery for a couple of months.

After the interruption the video starts again, this time the camera must have been positioned somewhere to film Steve and Robin. Their heads are abruptly cut out from the shot but they are both wearing the ‘Corroded Coffin Biggest Fan’ t-shirt and they are talking about how excited they are for the first official Corroded Coffin’s concert.

Another interruption and then a very clumsy and shaky shot of Eddie, playing The boy with the nailed bat in his heart begins. 

Eddie can barely hear his own voice over Gareth’s drum. The acustic in that forum was horrible, but it was their first officially paid gig.

He can’t hear himself sing, but he can hear Steve’s voice singing as loud as he can. He’s definitely out of tune, but Eddie smiles fondly at the footage. He sounds so happy.

Eddie grabs the VHS cardboard boxes that he found, and he discovers a treasure of memories he forgot. Silly little moments that got lost in all the time they spent together. Robin’s graduation. Dustin’s wedding. Their first family holiday with the twins and many other little precious memories. But Steve is not on the tapes. Not even one. He’s always the voice behind the camera, asking to look at him, or describing what’s going on.

When the last tape ends Eddie’s eyes are full of tears, and he promises himself that he’ll make sure not to miss any moment lived with Steve. 

[stressed-and-fluff-obsessed]

Hello are you still doing requests? If so can you make a lee!vox and ler!velvette fic?

I most certainly can!

Grumpy Gus

(Bro’s a lil mad ☝️)

Summary: Vox is in a particularly bad mood one morning and Velvette notices, she’s not having it.

T.W: Swearing‼️‼️

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Vox had it all planned out. A foolproof plan that was destined to work, to finally take down the feared Radio Demon.

He would wait till everyone in that silly little hotel had gone to sleep and use that opportunity to sneak up on Alastor and finally take him down but things didn’t exactly go as planned…

Vox was watching footage on the Hazbin Hotel one afternoon, waiting patiently for anything interesting to happen before he watched as a large beam blasted into the side of the hotel leaving a gaping hole in the wall.

Vox’s eyes widened and he sat at the edge of his seat, awaiting to see who the culprit was. When the footage landed on Pentious his hopes died. This guy? Really?

He watched as Sir Pentious and Alastor went back and forth through a verbal battle before large black tendrils snaked out of the ground, completely destroying Pentious’ ship in a matter of minutes.

As the tendrils continued wreaking havoc on the ship Vox watched from his monitors, jaw slack and anger slowly building up inside him. How dare this guy attack Alastor and ruin his chances at a perfect attack!

Vox’s screen glitched a little as his anger subsided a little into more of an annoyance flare as he slammed his fist on the desk, making the footage of the hotel cut out leaving only a blank monitor as he stormed out of his observation room, not bothering to close the door behind him.

“S-Sir??” Vox’s assistant trailed behind him nervously clutching his clipboard as Vox stormed towards the elevator, “S-Sir what’s the matter?” The assistant asked, stopping just short of the elevator where Vox stepped in and pressed a button to go up.

“I don’t want to talk about it Papermint. (I think that’s his name)” Vox sighed just as the elevator doors closed and ascended leaving a very nervous and confused assistant behind.

Vox’s first destination of choice seemed to be the adult film department where once he arrived on the floor he wandered around a bit, averting his eyes from actors getting ready for a new movie and bartenders carrying unusual drinks on trays.

Eventually he nearly wandered around the whole department and was ready to give up before he spotted a flash of red, white and black from his peripheral vision.

Vox followed the swish of fabric to a director’s set with a backdrop in front of it and spotted his fellow V Valentino lounging in the director’s chair when he got there.

“Val.” Vox spoke making the moth demon turn around and smile, “Vox! So good to see you my friend~” Valentino crooned, “Here to see the show?” He finished, gesturing to his actors and chuckling at Vox’s disgusted face.

“Quite frankly no.” Vox snapped earning a raised brow from Valentino. “Oh? And what’s got you in such a bad mood?” The moth questioned, taking a drag from his cigar.

“Meet me in the meeting room in thirty minutes, I have to talk to you and Vel.” Vox replied, leaving the room before Valentino could ask what was happening.

~~~

The next department he went to was the fashion department, taking the elevator up and re-entering a room full of models and racks of clothes.

Since Vox normally just teleported to Velvette and he was walking today it took him a little while to find her but after a bit of walking, looking at the new clothes lines and such he spotted her, yelling at an employee something about the 1750’s and wrist ruffles?

“Velvette!” Vox walked up behind her, as she shooed away her models and turned to face the other overlord. “What Vox can’t you see I’m busy?” She snarked at him, gesturing around to all the models.

“Yes my dear I can see that but I need to see you and Valentino in the meeting room in thirty minutes, this isn’t up for discussion.” Vox told her and she went to her phone, typing in a few things before she smiled at the screen.

“You got lucky Vox looks like I’m free then, see you then!” Velvette spoke, half saying bye and half shooing him away which Vox didn’t have a problem with at all, he went back down the elevator to go prepare for their meeting.

Thirty minutes later all three Vees were sat at the large circular table as Valentino’s assistant Kitty brought them drinks. “So why did you call us here?” Valentino spoke first, asking the question he’d been sharing with Velvette.

“I brought you here because we need to devise a new plan to take down Alastor once and for all, if he keeps helping Princess Morningstar with that little hotel of hers than that won’t be good.” Vox explained with a not-usually present scowl.

“Well how exactly are we supposed to stop him, he’s an overlord Vox.” Velvette piped up, scrolling on her phone the whole time. “That’s our problem we don’t have a plan yet.” Vox snapped, looking between the two of them who only looked away.

“Any ideas?” He asked them in which they both shook their heads making the TV overlord grumble in annoyance. “Fine then looks like I’ll have to come up with something myself.” Vox told them, standing up and turning away.

“Vox.” One of them grabbed his arm preventing him from leaving and he thought it was Valentino so he turned around getting ready to yell at the moth for slowing him down when he realized it was actually Velvette.

“Let me go Vel.” Vox told her, tugging on his arm but her grip held strong. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong.” She demanded, still not letting him go.

“Nothing’s wrong Vel now let me go.” He snapped at her but she only raised a brow and spun him around, wrapping her arms around him in a backwards hug so his back was to her chest and she backed up to the wall.

“Vel what the hell are you doing…” Vox trailed off as he felt her long nails rest on his ribs over his suit. “C-Come on Vel let’s be reasonable…Valentino’s still here.” Vox began, hating how his voice faltered.

“Oh don’t mind me I’ve noticed you’ve been extra grumpy lately, I don’t mind watching~” Valentino taunted, waving his cigar in Vox’s direction making the TV overlord scowl at him.

“Vahal help!” Vox pleaded, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as Velvette tightened her grip on the other overlord. Vox reached an arms out in desperation but Velvette scratched at the small space under Vox’s arm and he yanked it back down and turned to look at her.

“V-Vehel?” Vox stammered, biting down a yelp of laughter as Velvette’s fingers, still resting on his ribs started moving, scribbling over the surface of his ribs as Vox doubled over in her hold.

“Tell me what’s wrong Vox~” Velvette spoke in a sing-song voice, switching to clawing over his stomach making the TV demon’s shoulders shake with suppressed laughter.

“Come on Voxy you know how persistent Vel can be she’s only going to make it worse if you hold out~” Valentino teased which made Vox shake his head stubbornly, screen glowing a blue color as he still fought the wave of laughter that threatened to slip out of him.

“He’s right Vox~” Velvette taunted, moving again to claw at Vox’s underarms and finally he broke. “Ohoho shihihihit!” Vox swore as giggles poured out of him as Velvette continued her tickly onslaught.

“There it is!” Both Velvette and Valentino exclaimed simultaneously making Vox laugh harder, “Shuhuhut uhuhup bohohohoth of yohohou!!” Vox snapped through his persistent laughter, “Not till you tell us what’s wrong~” Valentino crooned, swirling his drink before taking a sip as he watched Velvette wreak havoc on their friend.

“Nohohohothing ihis wrohohong lehehet me gohohoho!” Vox practically whined as Velvette who only laughed and tightened her grip again, moving down to knead at the older demon’s outer thighs making him throw his head back onto Velvette’s shoulder and laugh heartily.

“VEHeheheheheHEL!!” Vox thrashed in her hold, gripping her wrists with his claws but surprisingly making no move to push her away. She made a curious noise at the back of her throat, shifting again to scribble over his sides.

“You’re not pushing me away Vox, are you enjoying this?” Velvette grinned and Vox felt his face heat up at Valentino’s interested hum and he cracked one eye open to find the moth smirking at him making his screen glitch in embarrassment.

“Fuhuhuhuck ohohoff!” Vox snapped at them but heard Velvette’s mock-disappointed hum from behind him, “You know Vox that wasn’t very nice, maybe you should punish him for that Vel.” Valentino told the designer which made Vox’s eyes shoot open and he glanced back at Velvette who smirked at him.

“You know you’re right Val, I’m giving you one more chance Vox, tell us what’s wrong and apologize for insulting us before I make you.” Velvette spoke in a low teasing voice, slowing her fingers to a stop temporarily to allow him to answer.

Vox caught his breath for a moment, a slow lazy smirk making its way onto his face and when he caught his breath he opened his eyes and did something that was the nail in his coffin. He raised both of his arms and flipped both of them off and was immediately greeted by the sight and sound of Valentino’s eyes widening with a grin and Velvette’s hearty laugh at the gesture.

“Oh you just dug your own grave you know that?” Valentino told him making Vox raise a brow until he stilled as he felt Velvette’s chin rest on his shoulder and one of her hands come to rest on his hat, “You’re going to regret that.” Velvette’s voice came from behind him and he immediately started throwing out protests.

“Waitwaitwait Vehel I’m sorry I’m sohoHOHORRY!!” Vox jerked hard with a loud yelp as Velvette buried her face in the crook of Vox’s neck and blew a large raspberry there while using the hand that was previously on his hat to start playing with and tweaking his antenna.

Vox’s face glowed a bright blue color and instantly a large grin that nearly split his face grew on his features and small blue pixels grew in the corners of his eyes as Vox threw his head back and cackled hysterically

Valentino fell out of his chair laughing nearly as hard as Vox was currently at the other overlord’s situation, “Yohohohou shohohould see yohohour fahahahace Vox!” Valentino cackled, “S-SHUHUHUHUT THE HEHEHELL UP YOU PRIHIHIHICK!!” Vox screeched as Velvette amplified the pressure making the TV overlord duck his head and thrash in the younger demon’s hold.

“Give it up Vox! Apologize!” Velvette declared with a laugh, Vox thought about it for a moment, he was having fun and it’s not like he hated this (Though he would deny it till the seven rings collapsed) so really he didn’t want this to stop, this was a wholesome moment but he was getting hot and the fans in Vox’s cooling system kicked on right then so he knew he had to give up from the tickly torment and give in to their demands.

“FIHIHINE FIHIHIHINE VEHEHEHEL HOHOHOLY SHIHIHIT YOU WIHIHIN YOU WIHIHIN!!” Vox cackled and finally it stopped and Velvette carried him over to a chair which he relaxed in while he caught his breath.

“Had fun?” Valentino, now back in his chair teased earning a middle finger from a still recovering Vox. “Hohoholy shihihit Vehel you dohohon’t hold bahahack.” Vox breathed out, a proud grin resting on his face as he watched as Velvette only grinned.

“Now what’s wrong? You were acting like a total grump all day.” Velvette asked him, “Alastohor.” Vox grumbled, looking around in confusion as a groan came from Val and Vel.

“What?” Vox snapped, confused more than anything, “Of course it’s the Radio Demon.” Velvette spoke up, “If you continue being grumpy about another pathetic defeat by his hand I’ll see to it that you’ll never be grumpy again by my hand.” Velvette told him, wiggling her fingers at him and laughing as he scrambled away from her.

“Don’t even think about it.” Vox told her but she only shrugged with a laugh, looking at Valentino who laughed as well.

Maybe he should stop being so grumpy about that stuck-up stag. Velvette would see to it that he would if he didn’t himself…

(So sorry this took so long I didn’t mean for it to but I hope you enjoyed 😭🙏)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

heya!!!

can i request kylo ren x fem presenting reader (doesnt have to be afab)

i have this idea where theyre like storming the resistance because they finally found them (lol) and kylo and his S/O show up with their sabers (and theyre like obviously together), and like everyone on the resistance base is like no fucking way 😀

idk i thought it would be funny for like leia to realize "oh shit i have a daughter in law" or sum o-o

IF THAT MAKES SENSE THEN UH THATS IT (its not imaginative ik im SORRRYYYY 😭😭😭)

A/n- heyyy, OMG I LOVE THIS ANON. Also sorry if I haven’t posted): been super busy but I’m trying to get through requests. I didn’t know how to end this off

Small talk

Fem!reader

“You found it, sir?” You asked him, your husband nodded and you smirked ever so slightly.

Everyone looked at him in shock, waiting for orders.

“Me and general L/N will go out to the base. Along with your squad for backup, just in case. He looked at one of the squad leaders, they all nodded.

“I am expecting general leia organa to be there as well, so be aware. Me and L/N will be going in by ourselves, and you stay outside, unless I say otherwise. Got it?”

The squad going with nodded along, following orders and beginning to prepare to leave.

You followed Ben to his personal ship, and he led the squad to the base.

“Kylo. Since your moms gonna-“

“I told you, I don’t want to talk about it. We are going to go in there, storm the base, and kill everyone in it.”

You sighed, a small sliver of you wished that you could meet his mom.

You grew up in the dark side, practicing and training since birth practically. Ben was 23 when you met him, when he became Kylo Ren.

Quickly, you both became friends. He took a liking to you for months, not saying anything until you said something first.

And now, you were about 3 years married, 3 years you both had dated.

You stood up when you had landed, he stared down at the helmet in his lap, thumb moving up and down on it as it stared back in his eyes.

You looked at him, putting a hand on his shoulder and a soft smile, giving him a quick kiss.

He stood up, putting on his mask and you both walked out.

He pulled out his saber, ignoring the many alarms. You pulled out your own. Men came rushing towards you both with guns and such, trying to shoot you both.

You blocked them with the sabers, stabbing whoever dared to do such things with it smoothly and quickly.

Kylo knew you could defend yourself, but he felt rage at whoever tried to do that. Shoot for him, not her! Idiots. He thought, as he sliced through the resistance members.

The doors started to close, you both glanced at each other and knew what to do.

———-

“How’d they find us?” Her voice was anxious, as she walked through the base.

“We don’t know. We think that someone is spying for them.”

“And it’s Ben and who?”

“The girl is known as Y/n Ren. They’re married. Apparently she’s some powerful general, no one talks about her because they’re scared. Of her and K- Ben.”

Her eyes widened at that. “Married? I have daughter in law? Guess I was never invited.” She mumbled, looking at the camera footage of you and Kylo slicing through the doors.

“Get everyone off of here. Now.”

The boy nodded, taking off and going to get everyone off.

She stayed, standing and waiting. Once everyone was off, she put up all the doors around the base.

“Ben.” She said, standing in front of him now.

You followed behind him, you threw your lightsaber up and down, and twirled it around. He gave you a glare, and looked back at the woman in front of him.

You stared at her now, and she looked back at you.

“Guessing you’re Y/n.”

“Don’t talk to her.” He said, voice threatening and modulated.

“Sure am. Guessing you’re-“

“That’s enough.” He said sternly, he didn’t want the small talk.

“What do you want, Ben?”

“It’s Kylo.”

“Take off your mask, Ben.”

He sighed, and did so.

“You were always busy. At meetings or stupid things. I hated it. God, I hated it. I was lonely, and it wasn’t until I found the dark side, until I found her that I wasn’t lonely.” He circled around her like prey, and she followed him around. His guard was up as always.

You watched the whole thing, in awe of him.

“You left me alone, it’s your fault. Everything is your fault.” He pointed the red lightsaber at her, tears welled in her eyes as she looked at his son.

“It was you.” He pointed it at her again, stopping his tracks. He stood in front of her, and stepped over to her.

[holylulusworld]

Nrfth (11) – New beginnings or past mistakes - FIN

Summary: Betrayal cuts deep. If your heart and trust get damaged. Can you find a way back?

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of past heartbreak/shitty behavior/break-ups, groveling, angry reader, arguments, adorable Lilly Anne, plot twist

No rest for the heartbroken masterlist

<< Part 10

“He’s here,” Tracey wrinkles her nose when she sees Chris walk toward the gate. “There is still time, babe. Let me give him a new face.”

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you nervously wring your hands. Lilly Anne is busy talking to her friends. She hasn’t seen Chris and his dog yet. You can just tell her Chris didn’t make it to her birthday party. “Can you distract Lilly Anne? I need to talk to Chris first…”

You walk toward the gate, swallowing thickly as prepare yourself for another confrontation with Chris. “Y/N, hey. Uh-I got presents in the back of my car. I wanted to bring Dodger here first.”

Chris awkwardly glances at you. He holds a Captain America balloon, in his hand, and a large unicorn stuffy tugged under his arm. “Thank you for having me.”

“Chirs, listen…maybe this was a bad idea. We haven’t seen each other for years and now you are here, at my daughter’s birthday party. I didn’t think this through.”

“Please don’t send me away. I don’t want her to believe that I didn’t show,” he sniffs. “I’ll do anything. If you can’t forgive me for the way I acted back then, I understand. I don’t expect you to even like me. But give me the chance to get to know my daughter.”

“Daughter?” Your daughter gasps. “OH MY GOD! Captain America is my daddy!” She jumps up and down, squealing. “I knew it, mommy.”

Lilly Anne looks up at Chris with glassy eyes. She smiles sweetly and softly says his name.

“Y/N,” Tracey stumbles toward you and Chris. “She tricked me. Lilly said she wants water, not juice.” Your friend guilty looks at you. “I’m sorry.”

“Auntie Trace! Captain America is my daddy!” Lilly Anne hugs you before running off to tell all of her friends Captain America is her father.

“Great.” You hide your face in your hands. “I knew this was a bad idea. How could you just drop you’re her father? She won’t stop talking about you now!”

“I’m sorry…I didn’t…” Chris stammers. He looks at his shoes, sighing. “I fucked up again.”

“Hey, stop cursing! We have kids here,” Tracey grunts. “And yes, you fucked up epically. Lilly won’t stop asking Y/N about you from now on.”

“What did you tell Lilly about her dad?” You square your jaw at his question. How dare he to even ask?

“What do you think I told him? You treated me like trash.” You snap at Chris. “I told her that her father is busy with work. That he would love to be with us, but can’t because he’s so busy.”

Chris drops his gaze. “I’m sorry…”

“You should be more than sorry,” Tracey grunts. “You left this wonderful woman, pregnant with your child. But this wasn’t enough. You had to ruin her career too. Now you blame that woman when it was your fault everything fell apart.”

“I could’ve done more,” he admits. “I was scared of my feelings. Falling for Y/N wasn’t in my plans, but I did. When she came, and showed me the pictures and footage I did what I had to do to…”

“Protect your sorry ass.” Your friend jabs her finger into Chris’s chest. “That’s what you did! Don’t you dare to pretend that you did this to protect my friend!”

“Tracey…” you whisper. “We shouldn’t discuss this now. I said my part.” You look at your daughter. She runs back toward you, Tracey and Chris to wrap her hand around his wrist.

“Mr. Chris…Capt—” Lilly Anne frowns as she looks up at Chris. For a moment they just look at each other. Your daughter puckers her lips. “Can I call you daddy, Mr. Chris?”

Your chest tightens at her innocent question. It feels like someone squeezes your heart and tries to rip it out. She sniffles as Chris needs too long to answer.

He looks at you, a silent question in his eyes as your own fill with tears. “Doll, how about we celebrate your birthday first? You don’t want to miss having fun with your friends, right?” Chris clears his throat when you shoot him an angry look. “Or…uh…”

“A word,” you crouch down to press a soft kiss on your daughter’s cheek. “How about you go and talk to your friends? We will talk later. Okay. I need to talk to Mr. Chris first.”

“Okay,” your daughter sighs deeply. “I can show them the doggo.” She grins and turns her attention toward Dodger. “Come, doggo. I’ll show you my birthday presents.”

Tracey follows Lilly Anne to make sure she won’t hear what you are going to tell your ex. “You-“ you point a finger at Chris, “follow me inside.”

You are fuming as Chris stands in your living room. He clutches the unicorn to his chest as you look like you are about to rip him a new one.

“If my daughter asks you if she’s allowed to call you daddy,” you snarl, “you say yes, of course, baby girl. You don’t let her wait and feel like her father doesn’t love her.”

“I panicked.”

“You panic a lot,” you scoff. “Not days ago, you begged me to let you be a part of her life. If this is how things will go with you around, I’ll never let you get close to my daughter again.”

“Our daughter,” he holds the unicorn a little tighter. “I didn’t want to overstep when Lilly Anne asked me if she can call me daddy.”

“Bullshit.” You just love to talk back. “You chickened out. If you admit that you are her father, people will find out. And it scares you to hell and back.”

“I-“ he sighs and shakes his head. “You truly believe I’m the worst.”

“Because you are the worst,” you grit your teeth. “This is so…” you groan and kick an imaginary stone. “Frustrating. I hate you. My daughter adores you. What am I supposed to do?”

You choke out a sob when Chris drops the unicorn to the ground to wrap his arms around you. He whispers your name, but you ignore his words. Burying your face in his chest you pretend things between you didn’t end the way they did.

The tears finally fall, as you allow yourself to bask in his warmth and the smell of his cologne. He sighs as you rub your face on his chest. “Doll, I love you so much…so much…”

Chris closes his eyes; he nuzzles his nose in your hair. He feels lightheaded, ready to fall asleep as he enjoys having you back in his arms.

He drifts into darkness as you slip out of his grasp.

“Y/N!” He jolts up on the bed, panting heavily. “No…I…” Chris looks around the bedroom. His heart still races when he dips his head to look at you.

“What’s wrong?” you blink your eyes open. “Chris? Baby?”

“I-I had a nightmare,” he chokes out. “I fucked up, and we broke up.”

You worriedly look at Chris as he starts to rock back and forth. “She extorted me, and I fucked up… you’ll never let me see my daughter.”

“Chris?” Now you are really worried. “She went to jail, remember? You came to me and told me about the pictures.” You sit up to run your hand over his back to calm Chris. “We worked this out, baby.”

“It felt so real.” He sniffs. “I lost you. I lost Lilly Anne.”

“DADDY! MOMMY!” your daughter storms into the bedroom before you can talk to Chris. He seems to be shaken but plays it cool when your daughter jumps onto the bed, followed by Dodger.

She squeals and crawls toward her father. “DADDY it’s my birthday.”

“Of course, it is, little Cap,” Chris chuckles when your daughter peppers his face with kisses. “So, what do you want to do today?”

“I wanna eat ice cream…”

“You’ll get ice cream,” your husband wraps his arms around your daughter, holding her tight while you run your hand over his back. “Right, mommy?”

“Daddy will buy you your favorite ice cream, and later we will celebrate your birthday with Auntie Tracey and all of your friends.”

Chris nods and tries not to choke on tears. The dream felt so real, and he wonders what would’ve happened if he hadn’t told you the truth years ago…

THE END...

Bazinga! ... I tricked you...😁

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[myobsessionsspace]

The Individuals

Another Chapter 2 post…

Straddling between seeing them as The Main & Lead Singers/Dancers of BTS, ‘Jikook’ or Jimin and Jung Kook

BTS have always been such a different experience for me in terms of being a fan. Not only do we have magazine interviews and music show interviews plus their music to give us an insight into them, we also have an array of other media. They didn’t win the ‘Top Social Artist Award’ for no reason, their twitter presence, their weverse presence, their V Lives showed us much about them to endear them to us. Shows such as Rookie King, Gayo, Run BTS, Bon Voyage, In The Soop etc I couldn’t help but watch them all.

Religiously watching any V lives I could catch, going back and watching archived ones, their Bangtan Bombs and episodes etc. has allowed me and millions of others to feel like we know the group and members we support.

Over the years through watching the BTS original content, I have come to recognise and appreciate that these two MEN (queerphobs exit left) have unique bond.

They have special bonds with each of their members, never sparing any from words of affection, hugs and caring looks, playful moments etc. it the ‘magic’ of BTS.

The closeness I personally see between Jimin and Jungkook over the years is a bond I find to be exclusive to them. A bond that encompasses that shared between the other members or confident, bestie, ‘soulmate’, mentor, playmate, work partner, Hyung/Dongsaeng etc. I see theirs to be all of the above and more exclusive to the two of them. Where variations of duos can claim one or more of the above Jikook in my eyes claim them all for the two of them.

If nothing else from all that I have seen, it’s undeniable that they are the closest duo of the group.

It’s very enjoyable as a third party seeing the sparkle in each others eyes when looking at each other, the small and big smiles reserved for the two, the innocent and not so innocent moments that won’t be found between any other combination with the same level of meaning, intensity and dare I say, love, behind it.

I enjoy them, I enjoy them enjoying each other and I see across many platforms others who also enjoy them too.

Saying that I also enjoy them as INDIVIDUALS.

I enjoy Jimin’s heart and mind, how he sees challenges, how he sees experiences, how he appreciates and embraces emotions and is articulate and delicate with his spoken and written word. I enjoy his strength of character but isn’t hardened by life, how he can be the funniest person in the room and can make others laugh in a second and laugh with and even at himself. How he can be smart and serious but also light, fun and goofy. His talent, how he can be book smart, word smart but also creative, use his body as art but is also artistically talented with a pencil and paper.

I enjoy Jungkook’s goofball humour, his playfulness with his Hyungs, his admiration of them, his self assuredness and stubbornness that his Hyungs have moaned about since day 1 but still serves him in the right circumstances. I enjoy his creative talents, drawing, filming, photography, his ear for music of all genres, his innocence, how he talks to insects, fish before he slices it up for lunch. I enjoy his no nonsense approach to his work, hearing anecdotes from the members about how he doesn’t fear scolding Hyungs who don’t take practice seriously. I enjoy his loyalty, his level of honesty. I could go on because each day they show us more and more to learn and love about them.

The above has given us an insight as to who these boys to men are. Their likes, their dislikes, their music tastes, their fashion tastes of that time. For as much footage we have of the members, what they said yesterday could be different tomorrow, they are individuals, capable or change, capable of learning, growing, of influencing and being influenced.

Since even before chapter 2 the members have always spoken of how different they were as individuals. They have always shared their amazement that 7 different men could create such a phenomenon together and STAY together throughout their ups and downs for years upon years.

They’ve never claimed to be the same, never claimed to always want the same things. The prevailing statement I’ve heard from them has been they sacrificed for the sake of the group.

Chapter 2 has been about no longer having to have that weight, in my opinion, about getting out everything they felt they weren’t able to say yes OR no to when 6 other members had to be considered.

The members are very aware that their solo work still represents, not just themselves, like one would ideally like, but still represents the group, that they made their name from. No matter how different their work is from the group they will always be ‘of BTS.’

Though it may be very late in the game, it occurred to me that I’m doing each member a disservice, in always looking past the individual and seeking to find the other members in their solo endeavours, especially Jimin and Jungkook because of my enjoyment of their duo. I gave some reasons earlier as to why I like them individually and why their duo draws my attention. I don’t need their coupling to like them individually because the lists for each still remain with or without their couple.

They’ve all worked, learned, practiced and grown alongside each other but their shared experiences over the past 10+ years, their undeniable bond and closeness doesn’t mean they don’t have individuality that shouldn’t be acknowledged and appreciated as such. They’ve all had hurts, struggles, highs and lows, some connected to each other and some separate of each other.

Though it’s my belief nothing between them has changed…

Enjoying them as they’ve intended for chapter 2 means to me, allowing them what they haven’t been given before, a chance to be them, on their terms, taking what they give us.

💜

[cloudbattrolls]

Assimilation

Etuuya Vannyn | Present Night | Kaningård Cavern

This drabble is preceded by Aftermath.

Tuuya stared down the false Ardoat, who sat across them in their office with her hands folded politely as if for all the world this was an ordinary meeting.

Only their coordinators knew the truth. They didn’t dare tell the rest of the cavern; all they’d said was that their new matron was not reporting to the empire after all, that everyone was safe to return.

They had felt the eyes on them, the curiosity and suspicion. They didn’t blame people for wondering.

But they barely knew more themself.

Time to fix that. 

“I can’t think you’re just going to tell me who you are or why you’re here, because I wouldn’t if it were me.” They said dryly. “I imagine you know who and what I really am.”

“Yes.” She said calmly. “Correct on both accounts.”

“I know better than to torture you. But if we’re going to cooperate, I do need a little information.”

She nodded.

“I’ll answer what I can.”

Tuuya squinted.

“Why so cooperative now? Why didn’t you tell me when I first met you in her room?”

“I hadn’t been able to check all her possessions for hidden imperial surveillance yet.” The impostor said evenly. “I had to keep up the ruse. If the empire realizes I replaced her, or that I’m lying to them, everything I’ve done is pointless.”

“So you did sabotage her spies.” The worm swarm murmured.

‘Ardie’ nodded.

“Why? Why are you helping us?” Tuuya said bluntly. “That’s what’s bothering me the most, honestly. What do you want in return for this? It can’t have been easy.”

“It wasn’t too hard.” The fake said calmly. “You may not believe it, but I don’t want anything. Foiling the empire is enough.”

They snorted softly. “I suppose I can relate to that. Still. You can’t think I’m going to just trust your word. Show me what you’ve sent to the empire; I need to know anyway if we’re to collaborate on this ruse.”

The jade nodded and took out her phone and tablet, presenting both to the matron superior.

Tuuya scanned the neatly written reports, mentioning she hadn’t had a chance to place the spybots yet but would soon, that she suspected possible illegal activity but had no proof yet.

They nodded in approval.

“Of course you don’t want to pretend you think everything’s fine. They’d be suspicious.”

The false Ardie smiled a bit eerily.

“Exactly.”

“I assume these spybots will be fake, or else relaying altered information?”

“Correct.”

“I would also like copies of that footage.”

She nodded.

“I will provide you with them.”

Tuuya didn’t speak for nearly half a minute, and their fellow seemed content to stay silent as well.

“The beetles. Are they yours? Or are you them?”

‘Ardie’ only smiled. 

“I haven’t seen them since.” Tuuya murmured.

“Or maybe -"

They looked Ardie directly in those eyes that were just slightly too bright green now, unlike when she had first arrived at Kaningård.

“- I have.”

“Curiosity killed the cat, Tuuya.” Said the impostor fondly. “And satisfaction alone might not bring you back this time. I protect you from the empire. You don’t poke and pry at me - at least, don’t be sloppy about it or I’ll rap your knuckles. That’s the deal.”

Tuuya smiled dryly.

“If I opened you up…what might I find?”

“Look in a mirror.” The false Ardoat said. The tone was blunt, but not flippant.

They raised their eyebrows.

“Isn’t that something. What should I call you, anyway?”

“Ardie or Ardoat is fine.” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

“Really. You take on her identity so thoroughly?”

“Of course.” She said calmly.

As if it was natural. As if she - or they - had done this before…

Look in a mirror, she’d said.

Not worms, of course. But beetles? Was there some other sort of strange swarm?

Yet she was still troll, Tuuya could smell it. Ardie herself was gone, but her body was the same, at least outwardly. If she’d been undead or a swarm, she wouldn’t be so appetizingly alive.

But they knew blood had been shed that day. Something had happened in that room to kill the matron they’d once known.

“You aren’t her.” Tuuya said softly but very firmly, gripping their desk under their hands. 

“I’m grateful for what you did. But you’re not her. I want to call you something else, when it’s just the two of us.”

Decades together, before Rivali had snatched them and dragged them back to Hanhai.

No, they had never been close, that was impossible. But Tuuya had still spent sweeps upon sweeps with Ardoat. Brought her ginger cookies from outside. Knew she liked newspaper crosswords but not word scrambles. Had saved her from a rockfall once.

The fake’s expression was unreadable.

“Call me Iaktta.”

“Iakttagare?” Tuuya asked with an amused expression, recognizing their native language from the pronunciation. “Is that a title, or a description?”

“Yes.” Said Iaktta, who rose to leave.

Tuuya contemplated trying to make her stay, but said nothing as the jadeblood walked away.

Watcher, was it?

The Svenskan word could also mean observer or beholder. 

What an interesting thing to call herself. 

“I won’t be sloppy, Iaktta.” They murmured, worms coiled in determination.

“Count on it.”

THE END OF

PAY HORROR UNTO HORROR

[mable-stitchpunk]

Going Home in a Box: Chapter 56 - Teaser

Fritz all but dragged himself into the main security office with Ennard in tow. Scott, who was still seated at the computer, and Natalie, who was standing behind him, both turned back to acknowledge their arrival.

“Hey!” Natalie greeted. “We’ve got her.”

Regardless of how he felt, Fritz couldn’t help but snap to attention at this. He hurried over to them.

“Let me see,” he said.

Scott clicked into the files he saved and started to fast-forward to the appropriate part while Natalie and Fritz watched. Surprisingly, Ennard decided to stay back instead of crowding to get a look for himself.

It wasn’t long before Fritz was seeing the same small, white blur that was Vanny in the back of the tunnel on the footage. He was nearly stunned.

“And there she is! I can’t believe you got her on tape,” he said.

“I can’t either. Now, it’s not a great view but it’s just clear enough that we can probably use it… But expect Fazbear Entertainment to downplay it. Discredit it, whatever they can do,” Scott remarked.

“That’s not a woman dressed like a rabbit, it’s an albino chupacabra. Very common in this part of the country,” Fritz suggested.

“No, no. See, it’s just the way the light’s hitting the camera makes it seem like there’s a person walking there, but it’s really just a trick of the light giving the illusion of a person,” Scott played along. Making a camera square with his fingers to line up the shot. Ennard snickered behind them.

Yet as they were joking around, Natalie noticed that glassiness in Fritz’s eyes and the darkness already starting to settle underneath them. She waited until they stopped their back and forth before she dared to interrupt it.

“You look exhausted,” she then said.

Fritz looked at her, somewhat surprised at being called out, and smiled.

“It’s nothing. Just a little sleep deprivation is all,” he joked.

She pursed her lips thoughtfully for a second before looking between Scott and Ennard. “Can you guys handle yourselves for a little while?”

“Uh, sure! We’ll be fine,” Scott said.

“I’ll handle him real good, Officer Lady,” Ennard said. Scott chuckled at that and the clown giggled, almost more at his response than the joke itself.

Natalie playfully rolled her eyes, waved Fritz to come along, and started heading back towards the door.

“We’re heading to the break room. Radio me if you need anything,” she said as they started out. Then calling over to the Staff Bot patrolling the other section of the room. “Come on, Smitty. Let’s go.”

Smitty wheeled around and rolled up to them, and Fritz was surprised by the scribbles all over his once clean face.

“What happened to him?” he asked.

“Vanny.”

“Oh no, Buddy,” Fritz sympathized.

Smitty didn’t seem bothered, instead loyally following them out of the room and down the stairs outside.

This left Scott and Ennard alone in the office. The hum of all the surveillance equipment being the only thing breaking the silence.

Admittedly, Scott had been a little distracted when Natalie made the suggestion that they were leaving. He was trying to get back to where he was after deviating briefly to show off the footage and squinting at numbers so small that it was hard to make them out even with his glasses on. So, it was that silence that made him take notice. Ennard was rarely completely silent. Which was what reminded him that this was their first time alone since that little incident earlier, where Ennard found his little secret.

The tension in the room increased dramatically once Scott realized it was there. Now he was seriously regretting not telling Ennard beforehand. He had intended to, really. He had planned out different ways of bringing it up, but he had always put it off.

How was he even supposed to broach the topic? “Hey! So, I was thinking that even though Will’s dead, he might possess someone and break in some night. Or just grab me on the street, whenever. So, I thought I’d get a gun, since I saw it used so effectively on you, and maybe I’ll sleep a little more soundly.” It sounded so much worse in the cynical playback of his thoughts.

Then the silence was interrupted by Ennard walking over and leaning on the back on his chair. Well, sort of. He rested his folded arms on it, but he didn’t actually put his weight on it. Likely being able to see how flimsy this office chair was from a mile away. He didn’t say anything though, just resting one hand on Scott’s shoulder, tapping on it playfully, and looking overtop his head at the screen.

He had to do something. Ennard was practically on top of him; eventually he was going to realize that his clicking around was just pretending to be busy instead of really doing anything.

“…So, how’d it go with Chica?” Scott finally asked. It came out as remarkably casual sounding.

“Good! She’s… Well, not good as new, but we got most of it done! Everything except the face, which is of course the one thing we should’ve done, ha ha! But no, they had some kind of protocol thing, red taped us before we could get anywhere near her head. Managed to de-wonkify her eyes a little, so not a huge loss. We’ll let the ‘professionals’ handle the whole missing beak thing,” Ennard explained. Other than the part where he said ‘professionals’ in a rather condescending manner, the rest of his explanation was a little tense.

The fact that this thing was hanging over them so obviously that even Ennard couldn’t act like it wasn’t said something. Scott took a deep breath and the plunge.

“Should we talk?... About, you know, it?” he dared to ask.

“Oh, we’re definitely talking about that!” Ennard said with a genuine snicker. “But- But let’s wait until we get home. Not here with all these prying eyes and listening ears.”

That eased the tension immediately. Scott let out a breath he was holding and clicked on a video file, then began to fast forward through some security footage. Ennard tapped thoughtfully on his shoulder, still thinking, and then decided to change his mind unexpectedly.

“…Okay, but what made you get it? It wasn’t Clay. I know that much,” Ennard said matter-of-factly. He had to know. He couldn’t stand hanging in the suspense of not knowing when he wanted to understand.

“It wasn’t. It was, uh… Don’t tell anyone,” Scott requested. He looked back and Ennard gave a ‘zipped lip’ motion. “Alright, well… I had a nightmare that Jeremy broke in and tried to kill me.”

“Oh…” Ennard was out of responses on that one. Usually quick to the draw with one, that answer itself pretty much sapped all the life out of any response.

“Not that I think Jeremy would ever do that! It’s not that I don’t trust Jeremy. I do! I know what happened was just… It could’ve happened to anyone. It happened to me. He’s just, y’know, the one I thought of. I could’ve easily thought of Clay or just- you know…” Scott rushed out. He rubbed at his arm, pushing down his wrinkled sleeve. “Michael was there too. I think he was visiting when Jeremy showed up… and he was human. I mean, I didn’t look like him, but I recognized it was him.”

“What was he doing?” Ennard asked curiously.

“Really just standing there.”

“Sounds like him.”

Scott chuckled a little and Ennard rested his chin, or the chin of his mask, on the top of his head. Lightly pressing into his hair as he pulled back one of his arms to instead hook it around his front. Just high enough that he could still easily work on the computer.

Though for the moment that was the last thing on Scott’s mind, him instead sitting there listening to the hum. Both from the machinery around him and the machinery directly above and behind him. He reached up to pat Ennard’s arm, then felt over it.

“…You didn’t lose your suit, right?”

“Nope! It’s stashed in the kitchen. I’ll grab it on the way out,” Ennard chirped. He squeezed him briefly before turning up his head to look at the screen. “Now lemme see this rabbit lady. Fritz was hogging the whole screen.”

Scott quickly wrote down the time he has fast-forwarded to and the number of the video before backing out and heading to that one clip of the woman in question. He had been going through every camera he could since, even figuring out the number patterns that dictated the cameras in the basement but wasn’t finding so much as another shred of her. He did however notice at least one staticky camera that he was sure had been Marionette and caught a glimpse of Freddy walking around- specifically after the earlier incident.

It didn’t take him long to get on the white speck that was in fact the deranged woman in a rabbit suit. He pointed it out.

“There she is.”

“Oooh, she’s tiny! Heh, I could snap her in half!” Ennard remarked.

A comment that might’ve made Scott’s stomach tighten if he cared for Vanny’s wellbeing, or rabbit people in general.

“I think she might look a little bigger in person,” he pointed out.

“Not by much,~” Ennard said in a singsong voice. Though his eyes then latched to something on the screen and he straightened. “…What was that?”

The shift in Ennard’s tone alerted Scott. “What?”

“That.”

Ennard pointed out something against the side wall, far away from where Vanny was running off to. It looked like some loose wires to Scott.

Then he rewound and saw exactly what had gotten Ennard so alert.

It was a bundle of wires. Except it was scooting into either a hole or a vent into the wall. It was hard to see from this angle, but the tangle of wires couldn’t be missed. Or cables, as they were more black cased cables that the wires he was used to- that being Ennard’s.

“What…?” Scott asked incredulously, squinting at the sight as he rewound again. “What on earth?”

“I don’t like that,” Ennard said. His voice dropping out of its typical seconds-from-laughter pitch. Instead taking its less common but equally familiar ‘uncomfortably fixated’ tone.

“Me neither… I don’t suppose you’ve got something to tell me,” Scott joked.

“Who, me? I’m squeaky clean! No unaccounted-for children or anything!” Ennard replied with exaggerated defensiveness. At the very least pulling him out of the previous mindset. He rested his head on Scott’s when he sat back in his seat again. “So, what do we do, Boss?”

“What can we do? Tell the others, I guess, but we’re sort of limited on options.”

“Think it was looking to snare a rabbit?” Ennard asked cheekily. Though Scott wondered if he was onto something. It did seem to start to disappear as quickly as she did.

“I have no idea.”

[tmnt-tychou]

When Leo Met Mona Update

When Leo Met Mona

Chapter 11: Here Be Monsters

It had been six days since Mona Lisa's disappearance. Six days without any sign, any clues. The Dumpster Killer had been their only lead and with him now in custody, there was no other avenue to search. The longer she went missing, the less likely it was that she would be found alive. They all knew this as fact, but no one dared speak it out loud. Especially in front of Leonardo.

He was already unraveling fast enough. During the day, he continued to comb camera footage until Splinter told him to get rest, in which he holed up in his room and obsessively listened to the sixteen voice messages left on his phone. Which, of course, riled him up even more until the sun went down. Then he would go out hunting, even though there was no trail to follow.

He would prowl around the city, a new part every night. He would skulk through the shadows at ground level and then climb the buildings. He stalked the rooftops like a tiger in a cage, pacing up and down as he eyed New York. There, in the open air of the city, he was truly caged. He was strong, fast, deadly, but impotent in his anger. There was no one to turn his rage upon. There was only the pacing, the hunting, and the frustration.

His brothers always went with him. They followed, kept an eye on him, stayed close. They eyed each other as he paced, wondering if this was the night Leonardo would finally crack. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep. He had to have a breaking point. He was the only one who hadn't mourned her; hadn't accepted that she probably wasn't coming back home. It was time to make him talk about facing his loss.

With a heavy sigh, Raphael knew it had to be him. He pushed off from where he leaned against a water tower and started what felt like a very long walk toward his brother. Leonardo didn't notice his approach. He continued to stare at the city, twitching, daring it to make a move.

“Come on, baby,” he muttered. “I just need one little sign. All you have to do is show me where you are and I'll be there. I'll come get you.”

“Leo,” Raphael said softly. “Come on, you gotta call it.”

His brother didn't answer as he shook his foot in agitation.

“Leo.” He spoke more sternly as Raphael slapped a hand on his shoulder.

Leonardo jumped at the contact. “What?” he demanded.

“You can't keep doing this to yourself. You gotta sleep, you gotta eat; you know, take care of yourself. You gotta accept that there's nothing else we can do. Maybe she's gone.”

He expected Leonardo to get mad, but instead, he only snorted. “You don't know her like I do. If you think whoever has her beat her, you're an idiot. She's out there, waiting for her chance and she expects me to meet her half way. I'm not going to let her down.”

Raphael stared at him, mouth open and expression both angry and baffled. What was he supposed to say to that response?

Before he could figure it out, Leonardo's phone rang. Both turtles stared at the device as the other two brothers came forward to hear what the phone call was about.

Leonardo looked at the phone's caller ID before putting it to his ear. “April?”

“Leo!” April's voice was excited, urgent. “Listen, I watched the footage again, the video of Mona Lisa leaving her job. Something about that place just didn't sit right with me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. So I watched the video again. And right at the end, right before it cuts off, you can see her pulling out her phone. But we all know that she didn't call or text any one of us at 5:07 that day.”

“You're saying she called someone else?” Leonardo asked.

April huffed in frustration. “No. I know for a fact the only other person on her phone besides all of us is her boss and there's no reason to contact him when you're just leaving work. So I checked my phone log again. Mona texted me at 5:08 the day before she went missing.”

It was too much information. Leonardo was struggling to follow. “Meaning...?”

“They lied to me. When I went to her work, they showed me footage from the wrong day, but they doctored it to look like it came from the day she disappeared. Not only that, but I didn't have to wait long to see that footage. Meaning it had already been doctored before I got there. They were expecting to be asked about her and already had it ready.”

That was all Leonardo needed to know. He still had enough discipline to say “Thanks, April” before hanging up on her and taking off across the rooftops. Mona's workplace was several blocks away, but not too far that they couldn't run there.

As fast as he had left his brothers behind, they caught up to him, flanking him on either side as they ran in formation.

“Leo, that building has a security system,” Donatello called to him. “No crashing in shell-first this time. We're already on Chief Vincent's shit list. If SWAT gets called, they may open fire this time.”

Leonardo didn't say anything, but he gave a slight nod in his brother's direction. He had been fraying at the ends for days. But all it took was a clear path and his brothers at his side and he was back together. They had no idea what was waiting for them in that building. He would rather his team at his side, keeping him together, than descending into chaos on his own.

The turtles reached an industrial section of the city where the buildings were separated by large parking lots. Far too spread out to jump between buildings. They were forced to street level, to risk running out into the open parking lots. Leonardo didn't care. He made a half-hearted attempt to avoid street lights, but otherwise made a straight bee-line for the building. His brothers remained hot on his heels as they ran.

“Uh, bros?” Michelangelo's breathy voice called at his right. “What's that?”

Leonardo didn't know what he was talking about and he didn't slow down.

“Bros, there's something on the building. THERE'S SOMETHING ON THE BUILDING!”

Because the whole building had been dark, Leonardo hadn't noticed it at first. But now that his attention was drawn to it, he saw the broken window three stories up and the dark, massive...thing squirming out of it.

“What the fuck is that?” Raphael demanded, his voice an octave higher than his usual.

From atop the building, something else just as big screamed at the sky. It was a primordial, unnatural scream that sent the pack of giant turtles skidding to a stop. The sound of shattering glass at street level caught their attention just in time to see...something running at them. Something much bigger than themselves, tearing up the space between them as it raced on all fours.

Full chapter found here on my AO3.

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[hathousehappenings]

9. That’s All, Jokes!

This is honestly one of my favorite episodes. Easily top 15 for me. The songs are fun and the dancing is great (“Play Nice” is one of my favorite dance numbers in the whole series). I also love how the characters all interact with one another. They’re all so playful! The tone of this episode is one that I really appreciate. It’s pinnacle Wonderland for me.

Now, about the Tweedle costumes! I’ve never colored this version and boy-howdy did I struggle at the beginning. I decided to bring up the saturation with it because they were far too muddy in my opinion. I grew to appreciate them once they were finished but LORD THEY GAWDY!

The rainbow suits were only shown in this episode, but I think they might have been the original designs for their outfits. You can see they’re shown a couple times in this promo (at 20 secs and 1:47) in footage that isn’t from Jokes and I would even dare to say that they’re wearing them in this promotional image that was used in the TV Guide to promote the show before it aired. The fabric looks shinier then their regular costumes and their buttons are reflecting white, you just can’t tell the color of the fabric.

But as for why I think they were used in this episode, it’s because of the pie scene. If you look at that scene Hatter is also missing his vest, you just can’t tell because it’s mostly covered by his jacket. But I think that they didn’t want to use their “good” outfits because they would have been really difficult to clean. They used their purple outfits in the other episode from the week! Which means there was a legitimate reason the rainbow ones were used. And I think it’s because they were practically disposable. Maybe they were dry clean only, idk.

In the end, the rainbow outfits are a muddy mess. Maybe in person they were bright and colorful, but I really don’t think they photographed well. (And they looked even worse when watching them on the vhs recording from the Disney channel.) I’m glad they ditched them and also that the MC a hammer look only lasted for a little while. I really love their vests in their final design, they look so sharp and smart. But we’ve still got these for a while.

[issybettyx]

Tommy unreliable narrator au

Disclaimers:

1. Idk what unreliable narrator is, i’m not googling it simply to see how this turns out

2. This is being written out of boredom because i’m waiting for my computer to cool down before watching the final episode of limited life (i started watching it last night)

3. I hardly ever write angst anymore, but this is simply my origins, so enjoy the angst

4. I also never write in first person, so it might be shit and the tenses might be off, so don’t question it

5. I also hardly ever write bad parent phil, and i always make wilbur and techno good people. But hey, anomalies are good sometimes

6. I’m not listening to angsty music, i’m listening to one direction, trust me it’ll make this writing better

Tldr; tommy has never had anyone to trust, so he finds himself trusting people he shouldn’t

Trigger warnings: manipulation

———

All I ever wanted was a constant.

It’s all anyone wants in this world, really, and I’m not sure how others found theirs.

I used to have Tubbo, I met him when we were seven and he tried to tackle me in the playground to prove a point to his other friend at the time. Of course, I hated him for it, but he helped me up and dusted the dirt off my shirt, so I decided I liked him. Everything good comes to an end eventually though, and he betrayed me, just like everyone else in this fucking world.

I never really had parents either, which most people can rely on for many things. My childhood was a blur for the most part, jumping between foster homes, some admittedly worse than others, before finally escaping at sixteen.

That’s how I found myself in the Arctic, a chilly place with strange people.

Newspapers littered the floor no matter where I walked, and most weeks I’d find myself staring at screen-shotted camera footage of the local villains. After asking a civilian about it, they told me about the following;

Soot was a tall, masked man with a knack for fire and explosives. His features mostly went unknown, but brown hair was known to peak out from under his hood, and hazel brown eyes glared at anyone who dared approach him. The clothes he donned were simple, a yellow jumper matched with black cargo trousers, a long brown trench coat over his shoulders.

Blade was even taller, but people speculated that was only because of his boots, the heels higher than should be possible for him to fight as well as he does. Most well known for carrying a broadsword and easily defeating everyone he faced, bright red eyes hidden behind a pig mask. No one knew his hair colour, most likely because he was much more careful with hiding his identity than Soot. However, his clothes were much more regal than Soot’s casual outfit, with a poets shirt and a long red cloak, similar trousers to the other. A crown was placed on his head, gold with an emerald on the front.

And then, last but definitely not least, was Corvine. The only winged man on Earth, whose pitch black feathers could be found dotted around the country. Unlike his teammates, most of his features were on display; long, blonde hair fell onto his shoulders, shining blue eyes are shown through a black crow mask, the only thing covering his identity. A black turtle neck was his chosen shirt, with a dark green hooded cloak, the same black trousers as his teammates.

Together, they were the SBI.

SBI weren’t the only villains of the Arctic, however, as there was a greater organisation named the ‘Antarctic Empire’, which the civilian told me was to show how they believed in morals and duties that were opposite to what the Arctic taught their citizens.

Trust had been difficult since Tubbo decided to leave me, so obviously I didn’t believe everything this person told me. A villain, by dictionary definition, is the person responsible for specific problems or damage. Who was to say what they’d done was a problem for the greater public? After-all, it was government ran news stations who told the people about these villains.

So, I decided to find out for myself.

It was tricky to find them, understandably, but after three weeks of trying to bump into them, a pig mask stared back at me in the dead of night.

“You shouldn’t be out here kiddo.”

Kindness, protection, concern.

“Well I don’t exactly have a bed time.” I returned at the same pace the other had spoken, not being able to match Blade’s deep voice and monotonous tone. However, the man let out an amused huff.

Human. Human. Human.

“Go home, it’s dangerous out here, and trust me when I say you don’t want to see Corvine.”

“Well, that’s kind of what I’m here for.” I reply easily, and the shock on the other’s face is hardly noticeable, but I saw his lips part for a split second.

“You? Wanna become a part of the Empire?” He asked, clearly disbelieving even when I nodded incessantly. “Good luck with that one.”

“I’m stronger than I look.”

“You’d be good bait.”

Resourceful, cautious, facetious.

“You underestimate me, Blade.”

The sound of feet landing beside us filled our ears. Blade flinched, I simply looked.

There stood Corvine, his wings spread out behind him, an eyebrow raised just over his mask, a smile on his lips as he stared directly at me, blue eyes blinking with a hint of suspicion.

“Who’s the kid mate?” He asked, the question clearly not directed towards me but rather his teammate, who didn’t manage a reply in time.

“I’m Tommy, Tommy Innit, and I have a proposition for you.”

Corvine paused, clearly contemplating something as his wings slowly pulled behind him.

Curious.

Human. Human. Human.

“And what may that be?”

“You know I’m powerful, you can feel it.” Corvine paused again, and I grinned, hands behind my back as my feet rocked on the pavement. “I would like to join the Antarctic Empire.”

I expected several things.

Maybe to be shoved away, taken to a local orphanage, maybe even to be killed for talking to people with a bad reputation.

Instead, Corvine smiled, it was bright and happy and everything that made my chest uncomfortably warm, a skipping feeling in my heart that I couldn’t explain if I was given years to name it.

There was no malice in the dimples that had formed on his cheeks, no ill intentions in his blue eyes, but a strange form of pride that only powered my want to join them, to stand beside them, to make sure they didn’t regret taking me on.

Corvine smiled, and I knew I’d done something right.

—

“So, this isn’t the main base, we’ll take you there after a few weeks and we’re sure we can trust you, however some of the Empire are here currently that I’d like you to meet.” Corvine explained, footsteps silent as he made his way through the hall. Since we started the journey back to a safe location, Corvine’s wings had been pulled behind him, whether it was to seem less threatening or because he was simply relaxed, I don’t think I’ll ever be entirely sure.

“Soot!” Corvine called into the building, hands around his mouth to project his voice more. Blade continued on through the building, leaving his sword on it’s rack before falling onto a sofa, picking up a book and completely ignoring everything around him.

Trusting, bored, uninterested.

“What?! I’m busy!”

“I don’t care come downstairs!” Corvine yelled back, receiving a loud groan in return, and then a door slamming, and then much louder footsteps.

The civilian was right, he was tall.

And also completely maskless.

The man paused half way down the stairs, brown eyes wide as they stared directly at me.

And then, he groaned again, making his way down the rest of the steps before standing in front of Corvine, a frown adorning his face.

“You could’ve told me we had a visitor.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest before staring at me, a hint of curiosity in his eyes that I couldn’t find a way to explain.

“This is Tommy, he’s going to be your apprentice.”

“Sorry what?” We both asked, and I couldn’t help but pause, glaring at the other who clearly returned the sentiment.

“I don’t need training-“

“And I don’t need a child following me around all day! Techno’s bad as it is!”

Corvine sighed, pinching the nose of his mask as he muttered words to himself I couldn’t quite catch. “Well Tommy can’t just become a member of the organisation, Blade’s busy enough as it is, and I have to run the entire fucking thing! So you’re the next candidate.”

“Why not Nihachu? She’s way better than me!”

“What did we say about complimenting others to get yourself out of things you need to do?”

Manipulative, argumentative, adamant.

But smart, resilient and devoted.

“Not to do it.” He mumbled back, and Corvine simply sighed again, walking away from the two and walking through a doorway, the door slamming shut behind him. And then, Soot turned back to me, eyes squinted as he stared, so I simply copied, hands balled into fists at my side. “What’s your power anyway?”

“None of your business.” I spat back, hardening my glare.

“Well it kind of is, considering I have to train you and all.”

“I can go without training my powers, you’d be too shocked to do anything about it.”

When Soot groaned and finally broke the eye contact, I found myself looking at the sofa where Blade sat, book in hand and hood pulled down, revealing french plaited pink hair.

“Like the hair Blade, really brings out your eyes.” I comment, he doesn’t even register that he heard it.

Embarrassed, fond, stubborn.

“Alright child-“

“For the third time today I’m not a child.” I insist, but Soot goes undeterred, walking away and only leaving me to assume to follow.

“Your room is the one on the left at the end of the hall, come to training room C at 7am sharp and I’ll show you around the building.” Soot explained, stopping outside of the door he’d mentioned before turning back around, something dangerous flickering in his eyes that I almost laughed at. “But if you even try to escape and reveal our whereabouts, you will be killed on the spot, do I make myself clear?”

“Clear as day big man.” I reply easily, but the man’s glare only hardness, leaving me to push into the room and shut it behind me.

After a quick scan of the room - checking for cameras as always, can never be too careful - I fall onto the bed, eyes drooping shut the moment my head hits the pillow.

———

Shorter one today cus i hate writing in first person, probably won’t continue this because first person just reminds me of wattpad and third person is simply superior

A few things to take note of:

Sbi aren’t actually good people in this fic. Irl they’re the best, in this au however Phil is only looking to capitalise on the power and vulnerability Tommy possesses. Techno is genuinely indifferent iferent, he doesn’t care of Tommy’s existence, he doesn’t care if he moves in and becomes a part of the team, he simply doesn’t care. Wilbur genuinely hates him, it’s not a fond insulting or teasing arguments like Tommy believes, but simply his raw emotions and feelings.

There are a few main bits where the unreliable narrator gives off this idea that SBI are good people. For example when Phil smiles.

No one has ever really shown Tommy affection in his life, apart from Tubbo who ‘abandoned’ him (Tommy pushed him away). So when Phil smiles, despite Tommy’s trust issues, he takes it as a positive thing.

Phil: smiles

Tommy: oh my god affection thank you i need a family you are now my father im so glad i made you proud and i wont stop at anything to make you continue to be proud

Phil: woo a child who i can manipulate and send him on death riddled missions without having to sacrifice my children :D

However, when he meets Soot and finds that he’s ‘Manipulative, argumentative, adamant.’ he basically says ‘nah bro these people mean no harm, let’s look at the positive side’ and makes these negatives into positives.

Some part of him understands these people don’t truly love him for him, but rather are going to keep him around for what he’s capable of. But he doesn’t want that part of him to be known, he wants someone to trust, he wants protection, he wants a family he can love and so he pushes it aside. Tommy looks at Wilbur and aspires to be him, Wilbur looks at Tommy and wishes for his downfall.

If you want fluff out of this au, just know if I was to continue it the person who would genuinely become Tommy’s family would be Techno; his indifference is because of lack of knowledge, he sees a bright eyed kid with aspirations he assumes he’d never achieve and finds he doesn’t want to be a part of it. But then he sees Tommy’s true intentions, his underlying need to be understood and loved, the want and need so strong that he lies to himself to get what he wants, and he feels bad because he knows what that feels like.

Anyways, I’m off to go read, ily all and i hope you all enjoyed this lil thing :)

[nightcoremoon]

on a whim I randomly watched a video that combined news footage and audio of the howard stern show on the morning of september 11th and honestly it did nothing but further confirm my thoughts that osama bin laden had nothing to do with it, that it was 100% orchestrated by the United States government, and that the average American citizen held plenty of anti-islamic sentiment even before 9/11 and every single person in that room and several of the callers were calling for the United States to “bomb the shit out of Them, even the innocent civilians because they’re sitting there supporting the terrorists”. 9/11 was not al quaeda trying to destroy the united states because if it was, then that’s the shittiest attempt at a functional terror attack I’ve ever seen. that was poking the hornets nest and by god the United States rained extra hellfire upon the Middle East for two entire decades. if al quaeda truly wanted to disable the United States infrastructure, they would have hit the fucking pentagon and White House and the capitol building and the mint HQ and the stock market and the Statue of Liberty and countless other strategic targets WAY BEFORE THEY HIT THE WORLD TRADE CENTER. and instead what happened? the towers were hit first, the plane that was gonna hit the white house mysteriously went down in Pennsylvania and the plane that hit the pentagon fucking disappeared on impact leaving behind absolutely zero debris, gee isn’t it sure convenient that the only Americans who died in the collision were the citizens working the financial jobs and the fire and rescue workers who died trying to save what lives they could. gee isn’t it sure convenient that giuliani gained a lot of power and the states gained enough sympathy from the UN that the iraq invasion was totally accepted and allowed and the US had a Good Reason to engage the Middle East in a war and every red blooded American patriot was so fueled by anger and hate and the propaganda of constantly seeing the towers on every tv channel for weeks that there was a surge of people joining the military and an excuse to expand the military budget even more? isn’t it weird that there were a lot of cameras at the cinematographically perfect angles to catch the moments of impact and that they looked almost professionally done by people who knew their way around an american made airplane and were able to hijack it despite being only four people (allegedly) each? isn’t it weird that it makes more logical sense that a dozen “conspiracy theories” align in a perfect spiderweb pattern of painting out the CIA and the FBI and the cheney and rumsfeld to be the biggest pieces of shit profit-motivated warmongers in american history, than it is that “All Muslims Are Evil Actually”? rumsfeld wasn’t even secretary of defense for nine months before he got the blank check. bush didn’t do 9/11, bush was just a scapegoat mouthpiece of the right wing propaganda machine; he was reading a fucking book to kids when they told him about the planes, and he admitted to speaking to cheney and HW and all these other people before daring to make the most watered down weaksauce pathetic mockery of a presidential speech anyone’s heard in almost 25 years.

this goes beyond that jet fuel can’t melt steel beams. the motivation of the group we were told by news outlets who were told by the government are the ones who did it make no sense, especially given that THE CIA TRAINED OSAMA. you trust the government to have told you the truth about who attacked us? there was no “attack”. two planes hit the towers is the only factual statement we can glean from the footage. 9/11 was the perfect reason to start a war in the Middle East to take their oil and kill Muslims; the two things america loves most in the world are taking oil and killing muslims and they lapped it all up. it is the most well crafted fabrication of cause and effect of the 21st century, well, that is, until Israel officially launched their genocide of Palestine on a scale never seen prior and said “it was hamas”. there’s no way you can look me in the eye and genuinely say with every fiber of your being that every single thing that the US has said happened around 9/11 actually happened exactly the way they said it did.

if the two options are being a crazy conspiracy theorist and being a bootlicking shiteating “yes daddy” islamophobic authoritarian’s wet dream cog in the murder machine, then sure why not, I’m a crazy conspiracy theorist. I’m already that anyway for pointing out the the US has destabilized many other perfectly functional societies in the past, and committed mass genocide against the native populations of america, and performed experiments on humans so vile that even Mengele would be disturbed. the us military is the most powerful force on the planet, and anyone that they want to die is going to die no matter how much we try to fight it. you won’t stop it by voting third party. you won’t stop it by abstaining from voting. this is the real world. if the citizens of islamic countries don’t deserve to die by the hands of the US bombing the holy hell out of them because the citizens of a country shouldn’t be punished by the evil actions of their governments and splinter terror cells hiding among the population, then the citizens of THIS country who can and will suffer significantly more so under the hands of a right wing fascist regime may as well be saved. if you have the privilege to survive under trump and you don’t use it to help the ones who don’t, you’re just as much a piece of shit as every single piece of propaganda feeding into the machine that is gonna kill muslim civilians no matters what you ever do. it is more important to consider the options of Make Life Easier For >150,000,000 People or Don’t Do That than it is to contemplate this imaginary fairytale utopia of unicorns and pixie dust that right-of-center moderates and pastel commies have deluded themselves into thinking. you can’t claim that the Left isn’t far Left enough while also saying that in your eyes they’re exactly the same as the Right. you are either Hard Right or a Neoliberal. you don’t get to sit on the moral high ground and claim superiority when the battle is trench warfare. you don’t wanna vote, fine, but you better be giving every single fucking dollar and cent you have to your homeless neighbors, insulin gofundmes, palestinian refugees, lawyers for members of the queer community, islamic victims of reactionary abuse, and anyone else who will suffer due to your inaction. if you even buy so much as a fucking biggby coffee I’m kicking your ass