#and since i was originally going to watch this yesterday i searched it up and it was ON there!!! so easy! so nice!

[archiveikemen]

"Mobius Chord" Main Story Prologue: Chapter 1

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Koto Suzuno: Alright, I’ll hit send and… there! 

Koto: YES—! I’m done with my manuscript! 

I nearly shot both arms up to celebrate the accomplishment, but decided to lower them and pretend I was stretching.

(I forgot I’m here at Keido to focus…) 

“Keido” was a quiet café hidden in a peaceful alleyway, away from the bustling streets. 

With the warm sunlight shining through the windows, this has been my favourite place since my college days.

The small flower vase on the table sparkled like a gemstone, alleviating the tiredness in my eyes after staring at my laptop’s screen for as long as I could remember. 

Café Owner: Well done, Koto-chan. Here’s a treat for you. 

Koto: Eh? Wow, thank you so much! 

I received a slice of cake from the café owner whom I was on friendly terms with as a reward and enjoyed its wonderful taste while flipping through a magazine. 

— “Fortessimo”. A magazine that focused on the music industry. 

It’s publisher was the company I had just submitted my manuscript to, and my very first article was planned to be featured in it. 

Koto: In a month’s time, an article I wrote will be here… I’m so happy.

Kamiya Takara: Yo, Koto! How’s work? 

Koto: Oh… Kamiya-san! 

Kamiya: You’re here again.

Koto: Indeed. I find myself very productive whenever I'm at Keido. What about you, Kamiya-san? 

Takara: Just taking a quick break. I’ve been staying up all night since yesterday to keep watch… 

Koto: Since yesterday!? You must be so tired…! 

Kamiya-san ordered an espresso from the café owner and rubbed his eyes to relieve the fatigue.

Kamiya: Actually, I was thinking it’s about time I contacted you. 

Koto: Oh… is it regarding my older brother? 

Kamiya: Yeah. Fortunately or unfortunately, there were “no leads” this time as well. 

Riku Suzuno – my older brother. 

Around the time I entered college, he vanished without a trace as though he had been spirited away. 

We have no clue if he was taken away by someone or left on his own accord. 

Kamiya: Naturally, he hasn't contacted you either, huh?

Koto: … Yeah.

Kamiya-san was my brother’s best friend since their schooling days and also a former bandmate of his. He now worked as a detective.

Despite the fact that my brother’s missing person case has long expired, he continued helping search for any leads. 

Whenever information on an unidentified young man surfaced, he would discreetly look into it on my behalf. 

Kamiya: Damn it, what exactly is that guy up to… making his sister worry this much about him. 

Kamiya: In the blink of an eye, you graduated college, got a job at an advertising firm… and now you’re standing on your own as a writer. 

Kamiya: Honestly, even if he does come back, I don't think I’m going to let him act like some great older brother. You’ve really worked hard to get to where you are, Koto. 

Koto: It’s not like that. I’m still only just starting out as a writer. But… thank you. 

Kamiya: Nah, don’t say that. The advertising firm gives you additional responsibilities at work, right? That’s because you're capable enough for that. 

Koto: I think it’s purely due to the company being short staffed, and this time it just so happens that a senior colleague attended the same college I graduated from. 

Koto: By the way, Kamiya-san, will you be attending the “Autumn Gathering”?

It referred to the party happening next week celebrating the college’s 111th anniversary. 

It was mainly organised by alumni, and since my former workplace was involved, I was given a minor supporting role. 

Kamiya: I’ll show my face there if I don't have any cases to work on that day. It’s been a long time, I’d like to meet Go again.

Kamiya: But still, Go’s more suited to be a producer than being in a band himself. 

Go— Miyamoto Go-san was the CEO of the major music company GAIA, he was also a close friend of my brother and Kamiya-san. 

The trio used to be in a band called “ZEZZ”, which was what sparked my interest in music. 

Kamiya: The opening act at the party is said to be “next-generation superstars”— probably one of Go’s artistes. Could it be Lit? 

Kamiya-san scrolled through his phone, checking the event lineup.

(Is Lit going to make an appearance as guest performers…?)

My mind drifted back to my college days, a wave of nostalgia washing over me. 

[mildmayfoxe]

also i meant to mention i just watched that movie on HOOPLA through my LIBRARY and you can download the HOOPLA APP onto your STREAMING DEVICES

[barzfrommarz]

pspspsps c!wilbur fans

So there used to be this game/visual novel about c!wilburs limbo created sometime in 2022 that used to be on itch.io until I think sometime in 2023 it was taken down and is no longer available to download

BUT FEAR NOT. I have had the files for the game on my computer ever since 2022 and ive uploaded them to a google drive for anyone to download and play

Its a shame that a good piece of fanart is gone off of the internet but im glad ive been able to preserve it for you all. I didn't even know the game was deleted until yesterday when I saw a reblog from @anon-h3art

(disclaimer: if the original creator of Limbo wants me to take down the files I gladly will)

I hope you can also experience this amazing piece of fanwork for yourself since I always find myself going back and playing it every few months to see all of the endings it has

If not there are a few youtube videos on it just search up "Limbo dsmp game/visual novel" that you can watch to see it for yourself

Also just a message to anyone who has ever made a piece of fanwork for anything and has uploaded it, PLEASEEE don't delete it. Please preserve it on behalf of all the fans who will stick around even when the fandom dies. Archive it if you dont want your name attached to it anymore just please please please don't delete it bc someone out there is going to be looking for it one day (Obviously /nf but I think its a good message since the only reason lost media exists is bc of ppl not preserving things properly/deleting them and this very well could've been a form of lost media one day)

[whatsnewalycat]

No Strings Attached

Dieter Bravo x OFC Louella - Psychomanteum AU

[ psychomanteum masterlist ][ ao3 ]

WC: 2.7k+

Tags/Warnings: lua 2nd person pov, ghosts, psychomanteum au where they were together in spring, set after chapter 2, bickering, alcohol, drugs, addiction, ethan, anonymous sex mention, a boat load of sweeet sweet yearning folks

Notes: This is a doc I just found in my Psychomanteum folder. I think this is what I was originally writing for Chapter 3, but changed direction. Some of these conversations and prose proooobably got recycled into different chapters, but I can't remember. ANYWAY it's cute so I'm posting it as a Psychomanteum AU Snackie Poo (i'msosorryforsayingthatohmygod)

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Since Katie’s party, the two of you have hung out a handful of times, mostly with Parker, going out to a bar and having a few drinks. Between whatever actor things actors do while they’re in the city, he’ll sometimes text you to see what you’re doing, and what you’re usually doing is baking. 

It surprises you a little every time he comes over. Why would an exciting guy like this want to hang out in your apartment while you work? Not that you mind. The company is nice. Most of the time he’ll chat with you while he sketches and happily disposes of any defective product. Sometimes it goes quiet while the two of you concentrate on your respective tasks, but it doesn’t feel awkward. 

This is the modus operandi when Dieter slides his pencil it into the spine of his sketchbook and studies you, “Do you believe in ghosts?”

Out of breath from rolling out puff pastry dough, you look at him and pant, “What?”

“Ghosts,” he leans against the counter, pressing his thumbnails to his lips as he waits for your answer. 

You huff, setting your rolling pin down, and remember the picture frame on the spare bedroom floor. The face you imagined you saw in the mirror. Sometimes you hear noises in that room, but can’t bring yourself to investigate. The only time you enter the room is to get supplies, and even then, you speed run and don’t dare look up at the mirrors. 

“No,” you avert your gaze from his and turn around to wash your hands in the sink. 

“Wow, you’re a terrible liar.” 

You turn around and gape at him as you dry your hands, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“So you do believe in ghosts, got it,” he gives you a cheeky grin. You roll your eyes but don’t deny it. He leans forward onto his elbows again, “If I tell you something, will you think I’m crazy?”

“Dee, I texted you yesterday and asked if you think that Avril Lavigne is really herself or a body double. I don’t think I’m qualified to make any judgments on the sanity of other humans,” you toss the kitchen towel over your shoulder, then start folding the dough into layers. 

He tilts his head and frowns, then points at you, “I think you might be onto something there,” then shakes his head, “Ok, well…” 

His Adam’s apple bobs and his eyes flick to the spare bedroom door. You stop folding the pastry dough and stand up straight. A shiver runs down your spine. He gnashes his jaw back and forth, then takes a deep breath, “I see him sometimes.” 

You shake your head and search his eyes. Not out of confusion. You just don’t want him to say it. 

He slides his sketchbook across the counter, flipping it around so you can see what he drew. There, sketched in graphite on the creamy paper, is your husband. He’s standing in the open doorway of the spare room. The illustration is unruly, yet intricate. Your mouth falls open as you press your fingertips to his face, and you feel his sorrow. So much so, you flinch back and shake your head again, “Sorry, um, I–”

Dieter watches your eyes start to well with tears and his shoulders slump, “Fuck, no, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” 

“Is he still there now?” you whisper, meeting his big, sad, brown eyes. 

They flick to the door and back to you, and he gives you a nod. Your stomach drops to the floor and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. 

“I need to leave,” you announce, throwing the kitchen towel off your shoulder onto the counter, then take off your apron and drop it on the towel, “Right now. I have to leave.” 

He stands up off the stool, pushing it out behind him, pointing to the puff pastry, “Should–I, uh, should I wrap that up?” 

“Um, y-yeah, put it in the fridge, thanks,” you walk around the counter and past him to grab your purse, shove your feet into your boots, then walk out the door and wait for him in the hall. 

He emerges while putting on his jacket, then you lock the door and start toward the elevator. The hall is silent except for the rustling of their clothes and footfalls. You slap the down button on the elevator and cross your arms. 

“He was trying to talk to you,” Dieter explains. 

You shake your head, “I don’t care.” 

“You don’t care?” he challenges. 

“Mhmm,” you nod, hitting the button again, harder this time. 

“Terrible liar,” he mutters to himself, then stares forward at the elevator doors. And he probably thinks he’s being funny. But it’s not funny. You don’t react. 

Once the elevator dings, you’re inside, pressing the doors closed button before they even open all the way. He steps onboard. They accordion shut. 

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he tells you earnestly. In the foggy reflection of the stainless steel doors, you can tell that he’s looking at you. 

“Well, you fucking did,” you snap, and wish you could take the words and shove them back into your mouth. He faces forward and his gaze drops to his feet. 

The doors open and Dieter pushes out in front of you, storming out of the building. By the time you make it outside, he’s gone. A pang of guilt stabs through your chest. The cool, dewy air sticks to your skin and makes you shiver. You regret not grabbing a jacket, but start off towards your favorite hole-in-the-wall bar anyway. 

O’Malley’s is a dingy dugout bar about a block away from your apartment. It’s so dimly lit in contrast to the bright afternoon sun, you have to squint and go off of muscle memory when you walk in the door. On a Tuesday, during daylight hours, when the temperature outside is finally warm enough to melt the gritty snowpiles that have been accumulating for months, the establishment is essentially empty. One sad sap sits at the bar, jacket hanging off the back of his stool, staring down at the lowball glass clutched in his fist. He’s leaning onto the bar with a ringed hand propping his head up. 

You approach and pull out the barstool next to him, droning, “Hey there.” 

Dieter casts a glance to you with a raised brow, then scoffs when he recognizes you. He lifts the glass to his lips and empties it into his mouth, then pushes his sweater sleeves up to his elbows.

Nick, the portly bartender you see here frequently during the week, approaches, “The usual?”

“Yeah,” you nod towards Dieter, “I’ll get his, too.” 

“You don’t have to do that,” he sits back and pulls a wallet from his pocket, then throws some bills on the bar top, “I was just leaving.” 

Fucking hell. 

“Dee–” you reach out and touch his arm, and he turns towards you and stares expectantly. You chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze to the floor before sighing, “Please stay. I’m-“  

Nick returns with a whiskey neat and vodka cranberry, sliding them in front of you and Dieter before asking you, “Tab?” 

“Yes please,” you answer with a polite smile, then turn back to Dieter, whose scowl has softened, “C’mon.” 

He sighs and his shoulders release, then he relaxes back into the barstool. Neither of you say anything as you take a sip of the drink, then you turn to him, “I know. Like, um. I know that he’s there sometimes. But I don’t—“ you shake your head, “I don’t want to know.”

He sits up and leans his elbows against the bar, turning to watch you. You chew on your bottom lip and watch the ice cubes clink together as you stir your drink. 

“What was he trying to tell me?” you ask finally. 

“I don’t know,” Dieter frowns, “I couldn’t tell.” 

You saw Ethan cross into the threshold. Through some kind of an otherworldly osmosis, he was absorbed by the membrane that met the two of you at the end of the silent, iridescent wormhole. 

“Why would he come back?” you whisper, mostly to yourself. 

“Why do any spirits come back?” Dieter shrugs and takes a big sip of whiskey, “Unfinished business.” 

All you can think is that it better be a fucking apology. He owes you that much. Ethan was so fucked up that night. Did he even know what he was doing? Or had he been planning it? 

The man that woke you up in the middle of the night on Christmas and made you get into his car with the intention of totaling it… that wasn’t the man you married. You wonder how much coke he had really been doing in the weeks, maybe even months, leading up to the accident. Towards the end, it became commonplace for him to be out all night without explanation. 

He would stumble in at 7am, talking a million miles a minute, a sharp sniff interrupting his monologue every 10 seconds, hands trembling like your grandma’s when she started showing symptoms of Parkinson’s disease. When he finally crashed, he’d go to bed and sleep until the sun went down, where he would isolate himself for a day or two. Then he would go out to run orders to your clients and not come back until 7am. Rinse, wash, repeat. 

One night, when big, fat snowflakes were fluttering to the ground outside in big, he was standing in front of all the order boxes ready to go, making sure he had everything. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around to his chest, laying your cheek against the back of his winter coat, “Can you come home tonight? I miss you.” 

“Baby, I’m with you all the time,” he chuckled, placing a hand over yours, rubbing his thumb against you affectionately. 

“That’s not what I mean,” you told him quietly. His thumb stopped undulating and his body tensed. Your heart was pounding in your chest when you finally admitted out loud, “I’m worried about you, Ethan. I think it’s becoming a problem again.” 

You let go as he stirred beneath your embrace, turning around to face you. His body only became more rigid, shoulders tensed up to his ears, jaw gnashing, as he assured you, “It’s not a problem. I promise. I’ll come home after dropping these off, ok?” 

He pressed his lips your forehead, sealing his promise with a kiss, and you mumbled, “Ok.” 

He didn’t come home until the next morning. You weren’t surprised. 

“You ok?” Dieter nudges you. 

A lie waits, ready to roll off the tip of your tongue. Instead, what comes out is the truth. 

“No. I don’t think so,” you take a sip and look down at your drink, “But, what can ya do?” 

“Mmm, I think I have something that could help,” Dieter mutters in a suggestive tone. Your heart skips, then you look at him and realize he’s pressing a joint up between his lips, “Wanna go for a walk?” 

This brings a smile to your face, but you protest, “I didn’t bring a coat, it’s still chilly outside.” 

The joint bobs as he frowns and grabs his jacket, “Use mine. I’m fucking sweating, anyway.” 

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The passersby barely pay the two of you any attention as you stroll at a leisurely pace through the park, passing the joint back and forth. His sepia fleece jacket hangs down to your knees and keeps you almost too insulated. 

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, tasting the vapors of melting snow clinging close to the earth. The sunshine seems to melt away the foul mood you were in earlier. In your euphoria, you trip on a crack in the pavement, stumbling a bit. You steady yourself and giggle in embarrassment. 

“So glad you don’t have anyone following you with a camera right now,” you comment. 

Dieter plucks the roach from his lips, holds the intoxicating smoke captive in his lungs, and offers it up to you, “How do you know we don’t?” 

You scrunch your face up and make a full 360, scanning for any potential paparazzi, and shoo the roach away. He exhales and shrugs, then tosses it into a disintegrating snow pile, “I’m just kidding, I think I’m off their radar for the time being.”

“Yeah? Have you been a good boy, Dee?” you giggle. The way his whole body seems to perk up at the question is not lost on you. 

“Not so much that as I’m not the biggest shitheel in the media at the moment,” he smirks, looking you up and down through his sunglasses. 

You hum and nod, although you have no idea what he’s referring to, “Ah, yes. That one guy did that one thing.” 

He laughs, “There’s always another guy doing another thing. It never fails.” 

“Ol’ reliable,” you respond, then tilt your head in curiosity, “How is your divorce going, then?” 

“Boring, next,” he groans. 

“No no no, sir, you told me my dead husband is haunting my home today. Even the scales.” 

“Are you sure you’re not the press?” he raises an eyebrow at you. 

And, of course, it’s a joke. But that side glance gnaws at your gut the same way that Ethan’s narrowed eyes did. Looking at you like you’re an informant. 

‘I didn’t tell anyone about the ink, Lou.’

“What?” your shoulders slump. You come to a standstill, and stammer, “I wouldn’t–no, what?” 

He stops, too, and turns to you, “I’m just kidding, Lua.” 

“Oh,” you breathe a sigh of relief, “Ok. I’m not, um, trying to be snoopy.”

“You are way prettier than a cartoon beagle,” he smiles, then starts walking again. You catch up to him and try not to let the way your stomach flutters show on your face. It does. He smiles wider, then it fades to a frown as he shrugs and scratches his neck, “The divorce is going. Annie is staying at the house until it’s finalized, so I’ve been living out of hotels, which gets old,” a sly smile creeps across his face, “It is a little easier on the dating front, though. Living in hotels, that is.”

“Why’s that?” 

“Sex is just better in a bed. A little more room to work with than the bathroom of a club or the backseat of a car, you know? Plus, then they don’t feel like they have to leave right away.” 

“That’s probably why I prefer those places. Don’t have to stick around afterwards.” 

He grins at you, “Is that right?”

Something sparks at the middle of you when you look over at him and shrug, then he licks his lips and nods, looking ahead. 

“So you’re dating people?”

“I don’t think dating is the right term,” you frown, “More just, um… casual sex, I guess.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Since when?” 

“Does it matter?” you tuck your hair behind your ear and look down. 

“No, not at all,” he nudges you, so you look at him and see the good will on his face. “I just… Well, I’ll really kick myself if I could have been begging you to sleep with me this whole time.”

Your mouth is all of a sudden very dry. You blush and chuckle, then shake your head, “I’m looking for no-strings-attached situations.” 

“I am all about no-strings-attached,” he touches his fingertips to his chest and grins, peaking his bloodshot eyes over the rim of his sunglasses. 

“Mmm, no, see, we have strings,” you sigh, then count each of the following points on your hands, “I don’t fuck clients. Or friends. Or celebrities going through very public divorces.” 

Or people I have a big, giant, throbbing crush on.

“My heart,” he clutches the front of his shirt theatrically. 

You giggle at his reaction. The conversation dies momentarily, and the sounds of the city fill the cool air between you. You feel compelled to elaborate, “I’m not ready. With the dead husband and all that. I don’t want a pity fuck, or a goddamn significant other. I just want to get off, then I want it to be over. No strings.” 

He nods, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants, “No judgment here, m’dear.”

[buckysgrace]

9. Owner of A Lonely Heart

Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC/Tommy Hagan x Fem!OC

Now That We Don't Talk

CW: Stepcest, cheating

Billy

Tommy’s negative attitude carried over into the next day when he returned, continuing to ignore everyone. He seemed intent on making everyone miserable, but Billy wasn’t going to let that bother him. Not when he felt like he was getting somewhere with Nora. His daughter.

It felt odd to think that, so strange that he hadn’t even spoken it outloud. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to and he definitely didn’t want to confuse her. But he liked listening to her, sitting by her when she doodled and playing with her. He couldn’t believe that he had helped create something so soft and kind. Like she had taken the best parts from him.

He had offered to take up story time that night, even though he was sure he was pressing his boundaries. But Tommy hadn’t been there and Kim was more than happy to pass him the book she’d been reading to Nora. She had suggested taking time to take a nice bath, but the look she gave him told him that she had plans for later. 

And Nora had let him know when he was reading it wrong. She did her best to explain how each character spoke, when they were being silly or just talking in a normal tone. He was surprised she had fallen asleep at all, considering the questions that followed after each time too. 

He messed with his lighter in the kitchen, his leg bouncing on the stool as he imagined how nice a cigarette would be right now. It’d been some time since he’d had one, but the cravings never truly left. Tomorrow. His goal was to get a new pack tomorrow. 

“When are you leaving?” Tommy’s voice made him jump, his fingers nearly hitting the open flame before he dropped it on the floor. He shook his head, bewildered by his interruption as he bent down to scoop the lighter up. 

“Uh,” Billy paused for a moment, “I’m not sure. I got that interview, so-, I guess once I get enough for an apartment.” He said seriously, thinking about the auto shop he’d finally gotten through to. He hoped it would work out. 

“I can cover your first few months if you need it.” Tommy suggested, his eyebrows furrowed together as angry lines filled his expression. Billy nodded slowly, flicking his tongue across his bottom lip. 

“Is something wrong?” He asked tiredly, feeling like there was no point in dragging this out. He wasn’t one for the dramatics. If something was wrong, he preferred for him to just spit it out. It was that easy. 

“Do you feel something for Kim?” Tommy turned towards him quickly, his dark eyebrows furrowed together as his brown eyes filled with anger. Billy blinked slowly, thinking about what Kim had said yesterday. He didn’t think that Tommy really knew about them, but now he wasn’t too sure. 

“What?” He asked, losing his composure for a second as he tried to read his friend's expression. All he was met with was bitter fury. There was no denying that. 

“Are you attracted to Kim?” Tommy asked slowly, “Your sister.” He crossed his arms, holding his chin up high before he swallowed harshly. Billy rolled his tongue across his teeth, trying to bite back his own complicated feelings. He reminded himself that it would all be worth it, even if they hurt Tommy. He didn’t want to, but he wanted to be with Kim. And there was only one way to do that. 

“She’s not my sister,” He replied at first, watching as Tommy scoffed and dropped his hands, “Why would you ask me that?” He questioned him slowly, watching as he dropped his head and shook it. 

“I think I saw something the other night?” He mumbled, questioning himself as he pushed his hands through his dark hari. Billy stared at him, even though he was sure he already knew what he was talking about. There was a reason he had rushed out so suddenly. Apparently he hadn’t drunk as much as Billy had originally thought. 

“What are you talking about?” Billy tilted his head, searching for more answers. His pulse had quickened, his nerves growing as he waited for the truth to come out. It just needed to come out. It would be easier that way. 

“Don’t bullshit me,” He said as he pointed a finger at him angrily, “You and Kim. You’re fucking. How sick are you?” He spit out all at once, his voice growing louder and angrier as the look in his eye grew more intense. He breathed in deeply, unsure of where to start. 

“Tommy-,”

“I invited you into my fucking house, let you live here for free,” He rambled off in fury, “And you screw my wife.” He held his hands up in dismay, laughing like it was funny. Billy began to bounce his leg, feeling a little jittery. 

“I can explain.” He told him as he rubbed his fingers across his chin, having a feeling that he wouldn’t be interested in anything he had to say. He had no apologies either, he was just going to come clean. Even if it was blunt and hurtful. It was the truth. 

“What? That it was an accident? That you didn’t mean for it to happen?” Tommy asked him with wide eyes, looking surprised as he gestured back towards him. 

“No,” Billy said at last, “None of that. It wasn’t an accident.” He stood to meet Tommy, unsure of what he could really say or do to make it better. He had done a terrible thing, something awful. But he wasn’t going to pretend like he wouldn’t do it again. It wasn’t a mistake. He wanted to be with Kim despite all things. 

The feeling of Tommy’s fist colliding with his cheek echoed across his face, taking him by surprise as the pain jolted down his body. He kept his chin pointed down towards the floor for three seconds, reminding himself that Tommy had a right to be angry before he acted too out of control. 

He rubbed at his face, knowing that he deserved it. He really did. He met Tommy’s angry gaze, his heart pounding roughly inside of his chest as he took another deep inhale. 

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” He said at last as the room grew chilly. It was the truth. Tommy meant a lot to him. He had been selfish before, but when he was young he never thought things would get this deep. He knew Kim didn’t either. But they had to deal with it now. 

Tommy continued to stare at him, his features hardening as he pressed his lips tightly together. He rubbed his fingers over his knuckles thoughtfully, leaving Billy in worry. Things were going to get bad. 

“I want you out.” He said softly, fury radiating off of him as he pushed at Billy’s shoulder again. Billy took a step back, trying to keep a safe distance between the two of them. He wasn’t going to like what he had to say next. 

“I’m not leaving without my family.” He told him seriously, watching as Tommy just seemed to seethe even worse. 

“Then you and Kim can leave.” He gestured angrily towards him, challenging him. Billy knew he was waiting for what was to come. 

“Nora too.” He told him gently, trying to remain calm as Tommy’s life fell apart in front of him. He may not have been happy with how it was going, but he was certainly going to mourn it. It was quiet for a heartbeat, for a second too long. 

“She’s not yours.” Tommy’s voice shook as he spoke, his anger falling away into grief. Billy felt awful, terrible. But at least he knew. At least Tommy could pick up the pieces and go on with his life now. That had to amount to something. 

“What’s going on?” Kim asked horrified as she walked down the stairs, her eyes wide as her gaze landed on Billy, “What happened to your face?” She asked seriously, making him frown as he brought his hand back up to his face. 

“I want you out,” Tommy huffed angrily, “I want a divorce.” He pointed angrily at her this time, making her eyes widen as it all came towards her in a rushed heat. He sighed deeply, wishing she didn’t have to face him. 

“What are you talking about?” She gulped harshly, pressing her fingers into fists as she balanced her weight from foot to foot. Tommy laughed, shaking his head as he turned away from her. 

“He knows,” Billy mumbled, wincing as he pressed down on his sore skin again, “He knows everything.” He told her truthfully, watching as the emotions rushed across her features. She was quiet for a moment, likely trying to find the right thing to say too. 

“Tommy, I-,” She breathed in deeply, “I’m so sorry. I know this is hard to-,”

“Get out.” He said simply, resting against the counter as he glared at her. She nodded her head, looking like she knew there was no fight left. At least they both understood that. They waited for a moment until Tommy turned and left, disappearing down the hallway. 

“What are you bringing?” Billy questioned her softly, following her in the opposite direction as she headed to her room. She furrowed her eyebrows together, shaking her head for a moment. 

“As much as I can,” She spoke, looking like she was in a haze, “I don’t know how long we’ll be gone.” She moved her hand to his chin, examining the aching side of his face before he pulled away. They could deal with that later. 

“I don’t think he’ll want us back.” He reminded her, watching the realization set in her eyes. He wondered if he had fucked up, if she had really wanted to be with him. 

“Nora is sleeping,” She gulped harshly, “But she’s going to want her toys. Some blankets for sure. All of her clothes.” She listed things off of the top of her head, sighing softly as she dropped her forehead against his. He held onto her, rocking her back and forth. 

“Do you need help?” He asked her softly as he tried to ignore the guilt that was sitting inside of him. He hoped that Tommy would understand one day. 

“I just need my clothes,” She breathed deeply before she raised her eyes towards his, “What happened?” She tilted her head as she pulled away, pulling bags free from the closet. 

“He confronted me,” He said slowly, “And I told him the truth.” He watched as she rubbed at her eyes, looking exhausted. 

“Billy.” 

“He already knew,” He defended himself, “I didn’t do it just so you’d end up homeless.” He said a little harsher than he meant to, but he didn’t want it to seem like he had done it on purpose. 

“I didn’t say that,” She inhaled deeply, “I’m just trying to not panic.” She rubbed her hands together, looking nervous as she glanced around the room again. He could see the gears behind her eyes twisting and turning, forming the next plan. 

“Don’t panic,” He told her seriously, “I’ll work on Nora’s stuff. Quietly.” He promised, not wanting to wake the sleeping toddler either. He didn’t want her to be worried either. It would make things harder. He was slightly anxious, wondering if she’d ever accept him as her father. 

“Okay.” Kim nodded her head, furrowing her eyebrows as she flicked her tongue across her bottom lip. She began to pull clothes out, shaking her head like she was trying to remove her negative thoughts. 

“Don’t panic,” He told her softly, cupping her face as he brushed his fingers across her cheek, “I’m really sorry about this.” He promised her, hoping that she wouldn’t hate him for what happened. 

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine,” She clarified, even though he disagreed, “I’m just scared about how Nora will react.” She promised as she pressed a gentle kiss against his thumb, making him feel a little better. 

“I know,” He kissed her softly, unable to help himself, “I’ll get her things.” He told her gently, watching the quick way she began to gather her things up. She didn’t seem too keen about sticking around either. 

He gathered up Nora’s things into the reusable bags he’d found. He was glad that her clothes were so tiny, since it seemed much easier to toss all of her things together. He worked on her toys next, carefully removing her dolls from her bed to put them away.

She slept on her back, her hands raised towards her head as her pink curls were sprawled out underneath her. Her little lips were parted, expression relaxed as she slumbered on. He felt bad, extremely guilty for how her life would be changed overnight.

He took her bags out, then grabbed his things and carried them down into the trunk. He really had been smart to just live out of his suitcase. It made everything easier.

He gathered up the things Kim clearly valued next. The blankets she had clearly created, her books that were loved on and some of the drawings that Nora had created. Then he gathered up some food, deciding that it was only safe.

“I think I got everything,” Kim whispered as she carried her things down, “I’ll grab Nora in a minute.” She listed off the top of her head, eyes moving as she tried to recall if she was forgetting anything. 

“I can get her,” He offered, chewing on his bottom lip, “Go get your things put away.” He told her seriously, ensuring that she could carry it out before he turned on his heel. 

He walked back up the stairs, then gently opened her room as he glanced up at the little stars on her ceiling. He’d get her some more when they had a place of their own. When everything was in place and not a mess. He’d make it up to her. 

“Hi,” He told her gently, feeling bad as he lifted her up into his arms. She was warm and soft, though her features wrinkled up into confusion, “Hey, you can keep sleeping. We’re just going to go on a little trip.”

“Whewe?” She asked tiredly, rubbing her eyes before she dropped her head onto his shoulder roughly. 

“Maybe to see dolphins,” He promised as he gently carried her down the stairs, glad that Tommy wasn’t there to see them. He’d probably end up with another bruise if so, “Your mommy is outside.” He told her as he gently carried her out

“Not my toes.” She whispered, furrowing her eyebrows together tightly before she was out again. He smiled gently, pausing before he allowed himself to kiss the top of her head. He thought he should be allowed to do so now.

“I can take her,” Kim met him at the car, still looking distressed as he gently passed Nora to her, “Is there anything else you need?” She asked softly, still looking a little hazy at the moment. Like she hadn’t processed what had just happened. 

“I didn’t come with much.” He told her gently, reaching out to squeeze at her elbow gently. She furrowed her eyebrows together, appearing to be going through her mental checklist. 

“Her bunny,” She said quickly as she met his eyes, “She loves it. I need to get it really quickly.” She began to walk around him before he grabbed her softly, making her stop. 

“I can.” He reassured her, wanting her to take a second to sit down and relax. She watched him for a second, eyes drifting back towards the mark that was forming on his face. “Are you sure?” She asked him as she breathed in deeply, her worries and nerves painted across her features. He felt bad for her, wishing that he would’ve been here to fix things a long time ago. 

“I’m not scared,” He chuckled as he touched her chin softly, “Trust me. It’ll be fine. Go ahead and get in the car.” He held the door open for her, making a point to watch her crawl inside and sit there before he shut it. 

He raced back inside, taking two steps at a time until he walked into Nora’s little room again. He hoped this new beginning would be good. That it wasn’t selfish. 

He gripped the bunny, taking in how worn and torn it was from being loved on. He looked around the room for a moment, wondering if he had ruined his daughter’s life before it had even started. He hoped not.

He made his way down the stairs, wondering what Tommy would do with the house. Pictures still remained on the walls, but he had seen Kim take all the photo albums. He pondered on if Tommy would toss them or keep them. He figured he wouldn’t ever find out. 

“Here,” Tommy grumbled, but his eyes told a different story as he thrust the money into Billy’s hand, “That’s for a hotel. Just for tonight.” He said roughly, looking like he didn’t trust him with the money. 

“I owe you.” He said honestly, not expecting him to be so kind. He didn’t owe them anything. 

“It’s not for you,” He hissed, looking angry all over again, “It’s for that poor little girl up there. You’ve ruined her life, you know that right?” He questioned him, hammering that fear deep inside of Billy. 

“She’ll understand one day.” He mumbled, hoping that was the truth. He wasn’t sure how things would work out, but he would be with Kim. That's what mattered. 

“Just fuck off.” Tommy shook his head, looking defeated this time as he walked away. He watched for just a moment, wondering how he would make up for a betrayal like this. He didn’t think he ever could. He just hoped that Tommy was able to be even happier than they were. He deserved it. 

Tags: @cassandracorvo @mrprettywhenhecries @eyehartart @losingmygrasponreality

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I would love a BCC smut headcannon fic! I’ll leave it up to you! Not many people write about all of them. Thank you! 😊

Fine Print

An: This started out as some form of head cannons and turned out to whatever this is. I honestly don't know what this is.

Blackpool Combat club X Fem reader

Main Masterlist

Word count: 835

Summary: When Regal betrayed the BCC they were in search of a new leader and somehow you fit the part. You should have read the fine print

When Regal turned on the BBC months ago I didn’t know what to expect. Sure we all knew it would happen at some point but did that point need to be right now? I had the pleasure of being ringside for the match against Mox and MJF, I saw firsthand the look of betrayal on Jon’s face once he realized what had happened. 

The next few weeks were a bit of a daze, originally I was just being used as a distraction, as bait for this feud with Max. I honestly didn’t mind it, I still hated him for what happened during our days in the pinnacle so when Regal came to me with the idea I had to accept. Now that he’s gone the BCC needed a leader. I would assume the torch would be passed to Mox or Danielson but me? What did they see in me? Why did they want me to take over their sacred club?

Those next weeks as the new leader of the BCC went well, almost too well. We would travel and room together since that’s what factions do but I always felt like there was something else. The way the boys would exchange looks between the other hoping I didn’t realize but I always did. The way they would get jealous when other male talent approached me backstage. I almost felt like I was pray and they were predators waiting to find the right moment to attack. 

Tonight I had a match on Dynamite against Hikaru Shida, of course the boys needed to be ringside for my match. When I arrived at the arena I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, almost like I did something wrong. Just then Shida came up to me. 

“Hey Y/n!” Shida said, approaching me with a big smile 

“Hi Shida, you ready for tonight?” I asked 

“I’m ready to kick your ass” She said laughing “But I came to give you a bit of a heads up” 

Heads up? Why would I need a heads up?

“I think your little club is mad at you?” Shida said to me before a “Good luck”, with that she left

I stood in the middle of the entrance frozen in fear. What did I do? Everyone knows not to piss off the blackpool combat club. Trying to prepare myself for the absolute worst I walked down a few halls until I made it to our private locker room. I knocked on the door, no response, so I knocked again, still nothing. I slowly opened the door and realized it was pitch black in the room, just then I felt someone grab my arm and pull me inside. 

I tried to move, make a sound, but I couldn't. Whoever grabbed me had a tight grab on my wrists from behind with one hand, the other covering my mouth. Still I tried to escape but then I felt it and I realized exactly what was going on. I could feel the hard erection pressed against my ass. My body now was able to relax, just for a moment. Then that’s when I realized that it was Mox who held me, at least I thought it was, I was still in the dark. 

Just then the mystery man let go of me and the bright lights turned on, revealing the entire blackpool combat club. 

“Where were you yesterday?” Mox asked as he slowly approached me, now face to face 

I didn’t know how to respond 

“I’m asking you a question: doll face, where were you?” Mox asked again, voice louder this time 

“Home?” was all I could manage to stay

“That’s just not good enough, you see we don’t appreciate you not joining us yesterday” Danielson said “The BCC we eat, we sleep, we train together. You know this. So why weren't you here yesterday?”

I didn’t know what to say, truthfully I wanted to travel to the show alone today. I was starting to grow a bit uncomfortable at times, I swear Yuta was watching me in the shower the other day. 

“What’s the matter? Cat got ya tongue?” Mox said as he grabbed me once again, pressing my ass against the bulge in his jeans. “You feel that Y/n? This is what you do to me, I’m pretty sure you do this to all of us. I’m going to say this once baby so you better listen. You may be the leader of this club but I will tell you what to do. Part of your job Y/n, will be to help me out with this little problem I have here alright?” 

Just then, Mox gave the others a nod to which Yuta, Claudio and Bryan left the room leaving me and Mox alone. 

What have I gotten myself into?

[keep-the-wolves-close]

The Hound’s Pursuit

Chapter 1: Crossroads of Chaos

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the movie Triple Frontier and I don’t claim to have created its original characters. The only characters that belong to me are Juniper and JD. This is posted for pure entertainment, and I do not make profit off of this.

Warnings: mentions of violence, language, PTSD (I think), tension between old friends, mentions of dead bodies, anxiety, dread, loss.

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x Juniper “Hound” Winters

Word Count: 2,629ish

Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy! I’d love to hear your thoughts on it! A little nervous about this one.

“No,” Juniper’s face sharpened intensely at her older brother’s buddy Santiago from special ops, who breezed in through the door to the bar. “Absolutely not.” She frowned as she observed Santiago searching for the room, and when he spotted the siblings he strutted the rest of the way over to them.

Pope called out to grab her brother’s attention. “Deadeye!”

Juni felt her shoulders tense. Every time this man showed up, some hare-brained scheme was attached and it left her waiting in the wings worried sick about whether or not her brother, friends, and herself would come back in one piece.

JD screwed his face up at her reaction to their friend. He understood her trepidation when it came to Pope showing up out of the blue, but he’d welcome any of his friends with open arms any time. Pope had an over the shoulder laptop bag that he swiftly set down next to a chair on JD's side of the table. Pope set a black plastic clipboard, the kind that had storage once you opened it, down on the table.

Juni eyed it suspiciously, remembering the day he’d come to her and JD to ask for help with the last mission in Brazil taking down the well known criminal powerhouse that was Lorea. They were rich for a few short days. Until they weren’t. The thought of how Redfly’s family was making out crossed her mind.

To Juni, the bar suddenly felt like the locker room at the gym before Benny’s fight, the night Pope gathered them all to sell his scheme. The whole group gathered together, debating whether to trust Pope’s latest get rich scheme or not. Whether they could even achieve it. Juni laid her reservations of the cons outweighing the pros out on the floor before Benny bit at them to focus because he was going into his fight.

She remembered the look Will gave her like it was yesterday. The silent agreement with her solid points. Juni looked back to the clipboard. Unless they were files from the job he’d just come off of, Juniper just knew that meant he was here on business. She’d only ever seen that portable clipboard when he was working.

The last time he’d shown up brought chaotic planning and action. They went from being together, watching Benny fight, to being in Brazil seeing the arsenal Pope had acquired over the years, within 24 hours. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this time was no different. She could smell chaos brewing from that clipboard. The feeling of the heavy weight of her holding Redfly’s body wrapped up made her shudder. The memory of carrying her fallen friend made nausea creep up her throat.

Her mind worked quickly to figure out what Pope could be up to. Could it be Lorea’s son? A family member? Someone Lorea worked closely with wanting revenge? No, the family hadn’t gotten a good enough look at them on the way out. Could it be another big guy Pope had been gunning for since becoming a full time hired gun advisor? She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Her breathing sped up as all of the endless possibilities sped through her mind. The mumbles of conversation swirled around her and the clinking of the glasses were an ample reminder of the war going on in her mind. The dim lights, almost deafeningly bright.

JD rose from his chair and clapped hands with the subject of Juniper’s ire. The intrusive noise added to her annoyance. “Hey man, good to see ya! Didn’t know you were back in town,” he chuckled, cutting through the tension between his sister and Pope. The men slapped each other on the back and released each other. JD welcomed Pope with an easy grin, oblivious to his sister’s internal battle. All Juniper could feel was dread pooling in her stomach. The last few times he had shown up brought nothing but chaos and extra therapy sessions.

Juni glanced between the clipboard and her brother. Her heart thudded in her chest as she wondered if JD had already been roped into whatever Pope had come here to discuss. Part of her wanted to shield JD from anymore trauma, but she knew he would make his own decision regardless of her fears. During the mission in Brazil, they’d come close to losing everything. She couldn’t let that happen again.

It was like her brother could feel her rising anxiety. JD knew Pope probably had some idea in his head, and considering how the last one ended, it was a shot in the dark on whether he would accept it or not. Despite the warmth of the bar reddening his cheeks, he felt the bite of the cold air of the upper Andes snap at his face and a shot rang out in his head. A flash of Redfly falling forward, and their special ops brother’s blood splattering across his face crossed his mind.

He shook his head and pulled himself out of the memory feeling his breathing begin to slow down and even out from the almost hollow breaths the memory had caused him to take. He rubbed his fingers against his palms trying to get rid of the sweat that had started to push through his pores. A wave of survivor’s guilt hit him. He didn’t blame Pope. It could have happened to any of them. It was just bad luck. He still trusted Pope, but after Redfly, it was a shaky foundation that his blind acceptance stood on. He glanced down before meeting Juni’s gaze.

He looked her over, catching her straight back and the fidgeting of her trigger finger and silently shook his head. Juni felt her chest release ever so slightly when she spotted the slight hesitation in her brother’s eyes. At least she wasn’t about to be barraged with the news that her brother would be heading off on some idiotic mission.

“Yeah it was a last minute thing. I didn’t even know until this morning.” Pope paused to glance in Juniper’s direction. Her face remained unchanged from the foul, unamused look. A slow smirk spread across Pope’s lips. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the ankle biter! How you been, Juni?”

A voice boomed out from by the entryway, “Pope, JD!”

Juniper blanched when she realized who the voice belonged to. Something was off. Benny and Frankie showing up and at the same time as her and her brother, definitely smelled like Pope was up to something. She loved Benny and Frankie like brothers, but they never showed up at the same time unless it was planned. She glared over at JD while he was occupied with the commotion of his brethren showing up.

“Benny boy!” Pope spun around with his arms outstretched, his antagonization of Juniper forgotten. Following behind Benny, the other heathen of the group, Frankie stepped into the bar. Benny’s brother, Will, strode through the door last.

She leaned against the back of her chair and propped her elbow along the top of her seat, observing four out of the five men act like children. Seeing all of them so carefree and happy, even for a few minutes, made a soft grin sprout on her face. As much as Pope’s presence had her on edge, she didn’t really hate him. She just wished he wouldn’t bring trouble around as much. Nothing could ever be a simple visit for Pope.

Catching Will’s eyes glimmering at her between the guys, Juniper’s smile widened at the quietest Miller. She and Will were the most moderately tempered of the group. The ones who had the most control of their tempers, anyhow. Choosing their words carefully, the logistical, analytical thinkers. The observers.

When the group was together, they often sat quietly with each other, keeping a watchful eye on the rest of the troublemaking group. They talked, but more often than not the conversations were non-verbal. Slight nods here, gentle touches there. If there was one thing William Miller was good at doing, it was speaking with his eyes. Will parted his way through the group and opened his arms to her.

Juni stood slowly and moved towards Will. She felt the eyes of her brother and the rest of the gang lock onto her as she returned Will’s open arms. His warm voice caressed her ear as he leaned into the hug, “Junebug.” Goosebumps blossomed down her neck from the sound of the nickname he had given her years ago. Her heart fluttered at the affection.

She was tempted to tell herself that it was a particular mission, or an exact moment that she’d gained a soft spot for Will. But she knew the truth. The second those stony blue eyes batted their lashes at her, she’d been a goner.

With her face tucked into his shoulder, she murmured, “Hey, Will.” His warmth felt like a safety net from Pope’s chaotic presence and the storm that always trailed behind him. The goosebumps continued to sprout along her spine when he splayed his hands on her back, anchoring her.

“So, you less mad that I’m here now?” Pope’s voice cut through the moment, ripping her out of the cocoon of enchantment Will always seemed to wrap her in.

Juniper hesitantly pulled away from Will, the loss of his warmth snapping her back to reality when Pope’s words settled in. “No, actually. I’m not.”

Pope sputtered at her admission.

“Because when you show your face, you’ve got some wild get rich quick scheme that’s dangerous and life threatening.” Everyone’s face darkened when they thought of Brazil.

Pope reached down next to the table and picked up a laptop bag. He laid it on the table, keeping his eyes on his hands, and pushed it toward Juni. Looking up at her through his thick lashes, “but with you there JR,” he turned on the charm but Juni’s face remained sharp, “we’ll have the best Hound on the scent.”

Juni’s heart dropped at his use of her special ops nicknames sending unwanted thoughts and flashes screaming in her mind. Redfly taking too long because he got greedy, messing up the timing of the plan. The Lorea family almost catching them. Crashing in the mountains. She steeled her face and squared her shoulders. Memories of crash landing at the top of the Andes, and the kid from the village attacking them took over her mind. The group almost lost everything the last time. She couldn’t sit and watch it happen again. “Absolutely not.”

Pope’s face became crestfallen at her quick dismissal. Juni’s eyes fell to the floor. She knew Pope was just trying to give them opportunities to make the rest of their lives easy, but the repercussions that inevitably followed weren’t always worth the weight of the risk.

Pope scoffed at her refusal. “C’mon Juni, you're the key to making this work.”

“Me being there the last time didn’t stop anything! What would it stop this time?!”

“That’s exactly why we need you, Juni. To make sure it doesn’t happen again. We both know you’re the best chance we have. Me and the guys are lost without you.”

“Do you honestly think —,” her words began to tumble out in panic. Will placed a hand on her lower back to offer comfort. Benny and Frankie shot each other concerned glances at Juni raising her voice. She was like Will and didn’t do it often. “Getting caught with my pants around my ankles in the fuckin’ jungle isn’t exactly something I wanna do again. I almost didn’t get us out of the tight spot we were in then.”

“You and Benny got outta there just fine! You’re a deadly combo!” Pope continued to lay on the convincing. “You and Will are a fatal pair. If you two knock your heads together on this one, we’ll be set!”

“Pope, what the fuck?” JD yelled when he noticed the military posture pulled out of his sister. A sense of guilt hit him, realizing just how much Pope affected her with his words, and how often he’d let it happen. A sense of protectiveness washed over him toward his sister and he glared at Pope. The bullet scar she carried reminded him of the stakes at hand.

“There’s a reason we called her the Hound, JD.” Pope tried to smooth his proposition to Juni over. “For this one we’d need a little more recon than the last one. She’s the best person for it.”

Juni glanced at Will, his fingers gently rubbing her lower back. There was trepidation in his eyes. He wanted to trust that Pope knew what he was doing, but after Brazil, he wasn’t so sure how far he would jump for Pope anymore. Juni could see that Will was hesitant. She knew exactly what she had to do because no one else would.

“Santiago Garcia, I said no,” her voice was harsh and raw. She grabbed her jacket and purse. Thinking about all the ways whatever Pope’s idea was could go wrong. She gave a sharp look at her brother. “Joseph Winters,” he winced at her tone, “if I even hear the slightest hint that you’re going to go along with whatever his idiotic plan is? So help me god.”

She gave an irritated look to the rest of the group. They should know better after the last time. “We’re not the fucking Avengers.” She paused, hoping the statement would bring everybody back down off the ledge. “We can’t save everyone. Hell, we barely made it out of —,” her voice caught and her hands balled into fists shaking with rage, fingernails digging into her palms — “Brazil alive.”

“Look Juni,” Pope tried to calm her, holding his hands out in surrender. “I get it. But this time is different. I can’t do this without you.” She looked like she was ready to throw a punch, and Benny sidled up next to her and his brother, ready to jump in and stop the fury that was Juniper Winters.

Pope took a step back, seeing the turbulent violence behind her eyes. The air around the group shifted. It popped and crackled with Juni’s anger. Seeing Benny come between them, brought an understanding to the situation he hadn’t had before. He pointed to the laptop, “with that information and any other details you find, you’ll be the most knowledgeable person in the group. You’ll know the terrain, how many people, you’ll have maps and rap sheets, blueprints. Security details. You’ll be the best equipped person to keep us alive.”

Juni stood between Benny and Will, chewing on her lip as she stared at the ground. Pope’s voice softened, making her look up at him. “Meet up with us tomorrow and at least hear me out first.”

Will gave Juni’s waist a soft pinch. She moved her gaze over to him. The look Will was giving her told her he understood her reservations. He squeezed her side, letting Juni know that if she decided to be there, he’d have her back the entire time.

Juni huffed at Pope while holding eye contact with Will. The healed bullet wound gave a phantom throb as she weighed everything. If she went and didn’t like what she heard, she could leave. It would be as simple as that. On the other hand, she wouldn’t be able to watch over her brother if she didn’t go. Or the guys. “Okay, fine.”

Pope prematurely celebrated. “Yes!”

Juni held out a finger to Pope, effectively shutting him up. “But I reserve the right at any time to tell you all you’re a bunch of fuckin’ dumbasses and leave.” She looked through the group, letting her point sink in. Frigid fear of uncertainty freezing her.

[retrobr]

Lazytown Shenanigans Pt. 6

Yesterday I completely forgot to write a new post and only remembered to do it now... But we're back, dear people, and this time I'll ramble about only one episode: "The Last SportsCandy."

This time I took a couple of screenshots because one person asked me to do it, so that you understand what I'm talking about in some parts of this post 🙏

Well, let's begin!

"The Last SportsCandy."

The episode started with Robbie searching for Sportacus and wanting to feed him a sugar apple once again. Well, what can I say, the simp is simping as always, good for him /hj

But these dorks weren't the most important part of the episode, since, oh my god, there was something more interesting than that (I'm surprising myself a little by saying that to be honest), because the episode in general really was interesting to watch for me.

Before I get to the most exciting part of the episode, I want to point out that the scene in which Meanswell threw a sack at Stingy and made him shut up brought me a different kind of joy. 😈

Ok well, let's talk about the key part of the episode, finally. I should declare that Robbie is a fucking genius for making a time travel machine. I can't even imagine how he knew the mechanics of time travel and was able to make this idea a reality. And all that time travel concept is SO FREAKING AMAZING in my opinion, because we got to see some more different locations and even new characters once again!!

First of all, I will touch on the topic of the 1950s location. GUYS. THE WAY I GASPED WHEN I SAW THIS.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THOSE VIBES OF THE 50-80S' AND THIS SCENE MADE ME SO GIDDY AND HAPPY AND-

AND WAIT WAIT OMG IS THAT A REAL JOHNNY B??? I MEAN THIS GUY'S OUTFIT LOOKS IDENTICAL TO JOHNNY'S AND WELL. I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN (if that's really him I'm going to cry out of joy, one of my favorite characters got some more screentime 😭)

And I am genuinely interested to know who these guys are. I sat for a long time, racking my head, trying to figure out who these guys were, but I had no idea. Maybe that's some of Lazytown's citizens who used to live there?..

(if they are not some canonical characters, I should make that blonde girl one of my original characters-)

Let's move on to the time when Johnny SportsCandyseed used to live (unfortunately I didn't remember the exact year, my apologies). OH MY GOD I REALLY LOVED THAT ONE AS WELL. I loved the monochromatic image of this time very much

AND GOOD LORD. ROBBIE'S — or, to be more precise, that Robbie version's — OUTFIT. JUST TAKE A LOOK (I also attached a clearer version; it's saved on my phone for some reason, and I don't remember where I found it)

It gives me the Wild West vibes, like really bad. If you guys follow me because of my NatM stuff, you know for sure how much I'm fond of those cowboy and Wild West themes, and Robbie's outfit kinda looks like it.

Also I'm really interested in knowing who this guy on the left is (maybe I'm just stupid and they said who he is in the episode, but I have no idea tbh)

At first I thought they were both some kind of odd version of Robbie and Sportacus (because the guy on the left looks somewhat like Robbie and Johnny's voice sounds very similar to Sportacus' to my hearing), although that's not true lol. I'm just silly

But I should say that Johnny is probably my new favorite Lazytown character. He is such a silly and goofy man, I'm not sure why but I really like him 🥺💜

I think that's all I wanted to say about the time-traveling part. Also I may be mistaken, but Robbie's "Oops, I did it again" line from the song was a reference to Britney Spears' song. You can hit me baby one more time on my head if I'm wrong guys, I don't mind /j

In the final part of this rambling I would like to say that I was so fucking amused at the rescue scene; the way Sportacus dropped Robbie like a sack of potatoes (while he was in a literal sack) CRACKED ME UP, WHAT WAS THAT 😭😭

In general, I quite liked that episode, mostly because of the aforementioned new characters and locations. It was very well done and shown, and because of that I can say that this episode borders on being my favorite 🤓👍

Thank you guys for your attention, as always. Have a good day 💜

[bonbonchocolates]

Tinder

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: When your best friend creates an account on Tinder account for you....

Warnings: yandere Taehyung, stalking, obsessive behaviour, horror themes, major character death, minor character death, tae is kinda creepy here

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

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You saw that man coming closer to you. You were terrified and started to move backwards. Now in the light of your apartment his face was clearly visible and it was Taehyung.

"T..tae-hyung"

You shuttered in fear. You have no idea what he is going to do to you. He kept coming closer and closer. You kept moving backwards but to your bad luck the back of your knee hit with the couch.

"Yes babe"

Now he was really close to you and you were trapped between the couch and him. You tried to run away but he was quick to grab hold of you. He pulled you closer and his breath hit your face.

"I love you so much babe"

"Tae-"

Suddenly you started to feel dizzy and then you lost your consciousness. Last thing you saw was Taehyung holding you and had a creepy smile on his face.

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You woke up at the sound of the alarm clock. You observed your surroundings and found that you were in your bedroom. You checked yourself and you were wearing your night dress.

Was it all a dream?

You got up from the bed and picked up the baseball bat kept in the corner of your bedroom. You slowly opened the door and went into your living room.

You carefully searched everywhere and you couldn't find anyone. You saw your balcony door was locked from inside and even your main door was locked from inside. Nothing was out of the place.

Then you remembered something and quickly started to search for your phone. It was the only option to confirm if all that happened yesterday was a dream or not. You couldn't find your phone anywhere in the living room so you went back to your bedroom and found it in the bedside table.

You opened it and saw the notification. You received a message from Taehyung. You quickly opened it.

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VANTAE: Good Morning.

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You checked the previous messages. The last message was when you said him about the outing with your friend and there was no conversation between you both after that. The next message he sent was the 'good morning' message today.

That means it was all a dream.

You were so happy to know that. You sighed in relief. You thanked God that was a dream but it felt so real. Just then your date with Namjoon came to your mind. You found you received a message from Namjoon during midnight, probably when you were sleeping.

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NAMJOON: Sorry bae, I could not pick you up for the date that I promised. Actually the boss held me late. Hope you don't mind.

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You didn't reply him and thought of talking to him in person at your office. You realised that you were getting late for your work.

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Time Skip:

Office hours were boring for you today as Namjoon was not there. You received a lot of messages from Taehyung but you ignored him. After that dream you don't feel comfortable with him.

Later that evening you invited Rose to watch Netflix with you. You told her everything even about the dream. She scolded you for ignoring Taehyung. You realised that it was just a dream and not his fault. She told you you couldn't lose a potential friend just because of a bad dream.

About Namjoon not coming to work today she suggested that maybe he was tired as he had to work late night yesterday. You hoped it was true. Truth to be said she is an amazing friend. She always with you since childhood. You are happy to have her.

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A few months pass and no clue of Namjoon. He didn't come to work for almost a week and then you come to know from your boss that he resigned. His sudden resignation seemed suspicious to you so you text him but he didn't reply. You tried calling him but it was of no use.

You even visited his apartment where he used to live. There you got to know that he emptied his apartment a week ago. You asked his neighbour and a good friend of his that he once introduced to you, where he could go? His friend was clueless and told that Namjoon left without saying anything. You were now worried about him.

Today you decided to visit his brother, Seokjin's restaurant. You are sure that he may know where is Namjoon as he is his brother. You saw the signboard reading 'Eatjin' you entered and asked the counter lady about Seokjin. Just then you heard the beaming voice of a man.

"You are Y/N right?"

He seemed a few years older than you. You don't know how he knows you and were about to question him.

"I'm Seokjin, Namjoon's brother."

He introduced and let his hand for a handshake. You gladly accepted it.

"So how's Namjoon?"

Why is he asking to you? How are you supposed to know about him?

"What do you mean?"

"Stop joking Y/N. A few months ago I got a text from Namjoon in that he told me that he is moving out with you as you are pregnant and asked me not to search for him. I was angry at him first but then I understood him, he did it for the best. So how's my little nephew or niece?"

"What are you talking about? I don't know where Namjoon is? That is the reason why I came here to ask you."

"If you don't know where he is and I don't know where he is, where is Namjoon? Come let's sit and talk."

He took you to a corner table and asked you about everything and you explained it to him. He suggested that you should report it to the police. The police assured you that they will start searching for him and let you know if they find any clue about him. Seokjin told you to inform him if Namjoon contacts you.

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A week pass with no sign of Namjoon. The police were still not able to find him. You were so worried for him but Rose helped you calm down saying everything will be alright.

You even told everything to Taehyung, he assured you that you will soon find your friend. That was indeed true the police finally found him. The police discovered his death body from the warehouse in the middle of the jungle.

You were broken after hearing the news. Rose tried her best to calm you down. Namjoon's funeral was delayed as his body was sent to posterm.

Almost after a week you attended his funeral with Rose. You couldn't help but cry. After the funeral Seokjin took you to his house. He tried to comfort you.

"Y/Naah don't cry, everything will be fine. Think about me I lost two of my brothers. I hope whoever killed Namjoon gets caught soon."

You quickly wiped your tears and checked your watch and you realised were getting late for work. You needed to go to your work or your boss might fire you. You didn't went work for almost two weeks. You took leave from Seokjin and he told you to take care of yourself and promised to remain in contact.

You were about to leave when a picture of someone unexpected caught your eyes. It was Taehyung's picture but what is it doing in Seokjin's house?

"Oppa who is this?"

His gaze followed to where you pointed.

"This is Taehyung my youngest brother. He passed away from a road accident almost three years ago."

You were shocked after getting the information. You hurriedly left from there.

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It was already evening time and now you are at the terrace of your office building. You could see the whole city from there. You could not even focus on your work today and got scolding from your boss. You didn't mind it as you were already not okay.

You were so confused and couldn't figure two things out. Firstly, what happened to Namjoon? Who killed him and why? Secondly, who is Taehyung? If he is dead who is the one texting you? These questions were eating your head and you had no answer to it.

You were so busy in your thoughts that you didn't notice that you are at the edge of the terrace currently. Just then you heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind you. Before you could turn back and take a look at the person, someone pushed you. You slipped from the terrace and fell. Last thing you saw was people surrounding you before you closed your eyes forever.

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Unknown POV:

I sneakily came from behind and pushed Y/N from the edge of the terrace. I watched her falling down slowly. I felt a pang in my heart. I didn't wanted to do this but I had to. I can't let anyone else have my love.

If I do let her live, I would have to kill another brother of mine and I didn't want to risk it.

"Now you are mine forever babe."

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[shanksbaby]

So, my idea is hc for Shunsui waking up before his lover the morning after they slept together for the first time. I've been trying to find one like this but nada😂😭

ok! i hope you like it <3

warning : nsfw, afab!reader

Shunsui Kyōraku

you and shunsui made love for the first time since you met: you had always liked him, however you were reluctant to confess your feelings for him but yesterday passion took possession of you and you let yourself go in a sex night.

you can still feel his hands flowing through all your body curves, covering your breasts, his trail of kisses, his breath on your neck, but above all the warmth of his body: you felt as if you and he were one one person, one body and two minds.

it was not rough, but gentle. His thrusts were so strong but they were also delicate at the same time, probably he had refrained from going further because he wanted your first time to be beautiful. Also, he held you close to him when you felt weak after so many thrusts.

the next day, strangely the captain woke up before you, as soon as he opened his eyes he saw your pretty face, half of which was on the pillow. He watched you for five minutes, thinking back to the previous night and thinking about how much he's wanted to do this ever since he'd seen you,

then he had the brilliant idea of waking you up, in a rather original way.

with a grin he lowered himself under the covers reaching the height of your intimacy, he lifted your shirt a little and slowly lowered your underwear. His hands settled on your hips, and he started kissing your vagina.

your reaction was that of a half moan, at this point Shunsui started to slowly lick the walls of your intimacy, keeping your legs still. Seeing that you were starting to moan in your sleep he decided to continue.

his licks got faster and they also alternated with sucking. Meanwhile you moved in your sleep, feeling an immense pleasure in the vagina, only after a while did you wake up in the throes of excitement.

" S-Shunsui....Ah- "

you pants while your hands search and find Shunsui's hair, in fact you squeeze them while you arch your back with pleasure. The captain is clearly happy with your reaction because in addition to licking he also starts inserting his fingers.

anyway you end up making a mess, with your cum on the bed (even if Shunsui swallowed it a bit).

after waking you up in this way, however, Shunsui prepares you a nice breakfast, or at least tries because it burns the toast and also the bacon and eggs, the only thing that saves is the coffee.

[realultimatepower]

my friend @marchperi tagged me in one of those "what's your last X" posts, which is the first time anyone has ever tagged me across two accounts on here, so here we go.

Lockscreen

The Vault-Tec-esque style has always been dependable for me. Shit, I gotta plug this thing in.

Last Song Listened To

I was originally gonna say that I couldn't remember and that it was just some song off Yacht Rock Radio on SiriusXM (don't judge me, I'm white, you may as well ask me to stop breathing before I stop listening to Steely Dan) BUT I actually just finished watching the latest episode of The Penguin, and they played a song by SWANS over the end credits, so I'll put that here.

Last Photo I Took

This picture has a story attached to it that I don't feel comfortable sharing because it ended an argument that I still have some lingering frustrations over. Whatever.

Last Movie I Watched

Rewatched this for family movie night yesterday. First time I've seen it again since I was a kid. I liked it a normal amount back then, and I like it the same amount now even if some of my thoughts about it have changed as a result of being slightly more analytical about the movies I watch. I think my only gripe with it is how the romance between Kim & Edward is a little bit too easy. It's not rushed, it just seems to fall in place just because rather than any actual connection between the two. Maybe there's some commentary about how Edward represents a world unlike either of the ones Kim currently inhabits (the 90s rebellion of her generation against the 50s sensibilities of her neighborhood) and that's tempting to her, but idk. I usually write up these letterboxd reviews for the stuff I watch (no, I won't share my account on here) but since I got up for a few minutes to cook my dinner, I didn't wanna write up my thoughts based on a partial rewatch. I'll probably refer back to this post later, though.

Closest Thing to My Left

The remote to my ceiling fan. Lame, but that's the closest thing to me. I'm being fully honest with this.

Last Meme I Saved/Screenshot

This shitty little squirreljak, because the topic of that republican who adopted a wild squirrel came up in the politics channel of this server I'm in, and there's this other guy in the server who posts this pic so often that it's become an inside joke. My opinion on "Peanut"? I think this is a stupid thing for people to rally around, but that's the point. The right is always playing these dudebro games about not taking anything seriously so when anyone calls them out on it the Leftists trying to treat it that way end up looking even sillier. That said, I saw that tweet from some pundit about Trump "winning 48 states if he [puts on a squirrel suit]" and thought it was some gaga about securing the furry vote because I hadn't heard about the Peanut debacle prior to seeing it, and since I doubt that's what the guy intended when he made the post it makes it so I'm laughing at him instead of him laughing at me. All-in-all, I really hope the next time I hear about Trump after he loses in 2 days is about him dying, and then I'll never hear about him again.

Most Embarrassing Song You Have Saved

I don't have a Spotify because I can listen to music on youtube for free with Ublock (or on SiriusXM through my parents' account), but I do keep a playlist on youtube so I pulled the song for this prompt from on there. It took some searching, because i've got over 800 songs spread out over 3 separate playlists that while others may find me to be embarrassing to have in there, I feel no shame over because that's simply the person I was at the time and most of it is still objectively enjoyable (things like a PSG AMV set to the song Danger Days or a Mother Mother song I liked long before they became hip to dunk on). But, I eventually found a song that I thought was funny at the time, but now I think if people knew I ever liked it they'd think I was an actual fan of his.

Most Problematic Movie You Still Watch for Nostalgia

Originally I was gonna edit this to be the most problematic film I feel nostalgic for, because I don't actually rewatch movies that often when there's so many that I haven't seen yet and time is a precious commodity, BUT there actually is a somewhat problematic feature that I do rewatch at least once a year.

Well, "problematic" in the sense that soooo many fans of the original absolutely despise this remake and Matthew Broderick for "butchering" the role of Harold Hill. I still haven't seen the original to compare it against yet, but I have a feeling I'm still gonna prefer this one simply because I love the hokey mid-2000s acting in it as much as I do the musical performances. If you think this is a copout, just ask any theater major you still have contact with their opinions.

I don't know if there's usually a limit to how many people you can tag for this, so I'll pick 5: @visonoda @emosighcrylaugh @st4rm41d @theinsanewombat @thepleasuregoblin

[norbezjones]

Whumptober Day 3: Set Up For Failure (Romance The Backrooms)

Look, in case you couldn’t figure it out from June Of Doom & Whumptember, I like whump.  So I’ll be participating in @whumptober when I have the time/energy to.  I may use all of the day’s prompts, or I may use some of them.  We’ll see what happens.

Like usual, I will be doing these for the characters of my story Romance The Backrooms, a liminal space otome with 5 main love interests.  This is an original work, not fanfiction.

Enjoy!

(I also included the @fictober-event prompt today!)

Today’s Prompts: Set Up For Failure, “I warned you”, “I know you better”

Characters: Glarence & Adiel

Other Info: This is picking up right from where yesterday’s post left off.  Here’s a link to it if you missed it: Tumblr link, Pillowfort link.

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“Glarence, hold on!” Adiel exclaimed as they approached the exit of the amusement park.  “What if there’s another exit to the frontrooms here?  We can’t leave yet!”

“The only exit was the one attached to the weight game—and you blew it,” Glarence growled, turning to face Adiel with a glare.  “Come on, let’s get out of here and try to find a way to another level.”

“At least tell me who that entity was, who was at the game,” Adiel insisted.  “Clearly, they were someone important to you.”

“That’s none of your business,” Glarence snapped.

“Oh, you should tell him, Glarence,” a voice interrupted from behind them.  “Go on.  Why don’t you tell your story?”

Glarence & Adiel turned around to see that the creature was behind them.  Its screen was shattered, bit it was still alive.

“I warned you, Glarence,” the creature said, the moon on its cracked screen moving and revealing its sun.  “You can’t kill a memory.  In your mind, I will never die.”

“Shut up,” Glarence growled, clenching his fists.

“I know you better than you know yourself,” the creature continued with a victorious laugh.  “I always have, and I always will.  You’re stubborn, and you’ll try to forget me.  But no matter what you do, I’ll always be there.”

“I said SHUT UP, Deimos!” Glarence shouted.

Adiel could see Glarence shaking a little.  He remembered Glarence’s fearful look earlier, and realized he’d never seen the other entity so scared before.  He took a deep breath, and went next to Glarence.  “If you want to hurt him, you’ll have to face both of us!” he exclaimed.

“Adiel, what the hell are you doing?” Glarence hissed.

“Standing with you,” Adiel replied.  He gave the other entity a reassuring smile and took his hand.  Then, he turned back to Deimos.  “Bring it on!” he exclaimed.

Deimos laughed.  “If you insist.”

It charged at the two, claws out.  Glarence jumped back, and Adiel stepped to the side, causing it to miss both of them.  Deimos stumbled, and Adiel used that opportunity to push him.  That caused Deimos to fall to the ground, where Glarence put one foot on his head.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now,” Glarence growled.

“You can’t kill me, remember?” Deimos replied with a laugh.  “That’s a losing game.  You’re set up to fail, Glarence.  You can’t forget me even though you want to, yet you can’t live without me.  Isn’t that pathetic?”

Glarence gritted his teeth, his face filling with anger.  Then, with a loud cry, he stomped on Deimos’s head, shattering the screen to pieces.  He then kicked it repeatedly, until the light was completely gone.

Glarence took a few deep breaths, watching to see if the creature would try to stand up again.  But it was still.

Glarence let out a sigh of relief.  Then, he turned to Adiel.  “Thanks,” he muttered.  “You didn’t have to help me like that. . .”

“Hey, as long as we’re travelling together, I’m here for you, ok?” Adiel said, giving him a smile.  “No matter what.”

For the first time since he’d met him, Glarence smiled.  “Thank you,” he said.  “Now, come on.  Let’s find a way to another level.”

And so, the two walked together, in search of an exit.

[raksh-writes]

✨ people I wanna know better! ✨

Tagged by the lovely @roxannes-love-letters thank you, hun!! 💗🥰

Last Song? I got into Sabaton recently (like, two days ago 😂) and went for a greatest hits playlist on spotify yesterday to check more of their music, so the last song there was "In the Name of God". A really good listen, y'all definitely give it a go if you like heavier sound! I sure missed it.

Favourite colour? Violet! Or, I guess most people say purple, but for me it's the more blue-ish shade I associate with violet, and that's the one ^^

Currently watching? Nothing much, I'm not exactly a tv shows person, and if I end up watching one, I usually binge it (which hasn't happened since Kinnporsche: the series tbh), so for now it's mostly gameplays and let's plays on yt or streams of games Im interested in ^^

Last movie? Oh, I can finally answer this! 😂 I actually caught up on three movies I wanted to watch for quite some time last week. The last-last was Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, which hasn't sucked me in quite as much as I was expecting until the back half of the movie (tbf I usually watch animations with polish dub and this I watched in original, so maybe that had smth to do with it too?), but overall a very lovely movie and the ending was *chef's kiss* and two days earlier I caught up on John Wick Chapter 4 (Hiroyuki Sanada's parts were Amazing and absolutely my fave in the whole movie 💗💗 yes, Im biased, sorry not sorry xD) and I Finally watched Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among thieves too and y'all... Y'ALL, it was so good 😩👌 I LOVE IT! You can feel so much heart went into it, the humor was super fun, the characters Lovely, it Really felt like a DnD session in play and Holga my absolute beloved 💗 It actually managed to jerk a few tears out of me too 😂 Overall such a lovely movie, absolutely give it a watch if any of y'all hadn't already, it's definitely worth its time 💗 (Also, I'm surprisingly in the mood to catch up on some more movies, any recs anyone? ^^)

Sweet/spicy/savoury? Hm, out of these options, probably savoury. I've been trying to accustom myself to more spicy dishes too and it's slow going, but so far I'm liking that more and more too ^^

Relationship status? Single. Have been for years, unfortunately 😔 I miss having that sort of connection with someone terribly, but so far, no luck.

Current obsessions? Sad to report Im lacking a proper brain rot rn 😔 It was Astarion from BG3 for a while, but I kinda fell off the game after making a 100h in a couple weeks and now Im searching for a proper obsession again. There IS this new survival-building LotR-themed game but I Really don't need another one I'll play for a week or two and abandon forever, not to mention I shouldn't chip away at my savings any more than I absolutely have to now that I'm not working. So... We'll see if I'll cave in or not 😂 (for now I got Shadow of Mordor on sale so I might finally check it out tonight, who knows!)

Last thing you googled? Sabaton - 40:1 'cause I wanted to check the lyrics (and it's currently among my faves from Sabaton and no, not only because it's about polish history! it's just that good ^^)

Selfie? I'll do you one even better! Look at our lovely pupper:

It's an older photo, but shhhh, no one has to know! And she's still looking good ^^ (better even, without the eye buggers!)

Friends I wanna get to know better: @dual-desires @fleet-off @asexualannoyance @the-cookie-of-doom @theflowergirl @livingbythewords @oenothera5 (This is no pressure tagging as always!)

[museaway]

Trick or treat! 🎃

hello friend & ty for stopping by! you receive this unpublished fic called distant shores that I wrote a few years ago and never had the heart to share.

for ask box trick-or-treat

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distant shores

kawoshin (EVA), 1.4k, set after the final film but it's vague enough that I suppose it could be read as original reincarnation fiction

You see him for the first time across the train tracks, drawn in by a laugh you could swear you’ve heard before. His face is new. Young, about the same age as yours. You wait for him to laugh again in order to see if you were wrong, if the laugh actually belongs to someone else, but the train rolls between you. Through the windows, he’s smiling at a woman in the crowd. 

Carry the voice with you to work. Replay it like fragments of a song on endless loop. No other face comes to mind, no time. But it has to be from long ago. Who, though? You never knew the laughter of a parent. Mark it down to faulty memory and focus on the towering documents on the desk.

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He’s at the station again the next morning. This time when you look at him through the window, he’s looking back.

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It becomes habit, this looking. Without thinking, you take the same position each morning. He never seems surprised when he lifts his head to find you watching. The look on his face is relieved, as though he’s been waiting for you as well.

--

The morning he isn’t there, devastation sinks in your chest, anchoring your feet to the concrete. All day it haunts you. All day you wonder where he was, if he isn’t from here and has returned to another place, if yesterday’s looking was the last. He hasn’t laughed again since that first day, but you still can’t forget the sound. 

After work, celebrate the end of the week with colleagues at the cheap bar near the office. Even the ruckus can’t drown the memory of his laughter. You search every face for him although it’s naive to think that in a city this size, you’d both be here. Coworkers split a taxi home. You take the train, but the platform is empty.

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Come Monday, you’re afraid to look and turn a to-go coffee in your hands. You bought it as a distraction and haven’t taken a sip. The cup is hot-to-burning even with the paper sleeve around the center. 

Pretend to lift it to your lips. Lift your head. He’s across from you, already looking. Everything around you goes hazy—the station announcements, the other passengers waiting to board. When the train rolls between you, don’t blink. Don’t board. People shove past on both sides but you don’t cross the line. The train departs. You’ve never skipped work before, but he’s smiling and nods toward the exit.

On the sidewalk outside, you touch him for the first time. A handshake. Firm. He holds it longer than most people would, but it’s not strange. His hands are larger, fingers long and evenly thick, with well-trimmed nails. He’s dressed for work—a white buttoned shirt, dark pants—but not as formal as you. Up close, his eyes are gray.

“You missed the train,” he says in a voice you’ve dreamed. 

Tongue tied, you nod.

“I’d ask you to get coffee, but…” He motions to the cup in your hand.

“I don’t really drink coffee,” you say. His smile says he knew you would.

“What do you drink?”

“Juice. Usually.”

The hand on yours lifts away and with it, he points down the street. “There’s a cafe two blocks up.”

“Don’t you have work?”

“I can take the morning. You?”

Call in sick. He watches while you do. The sun on his cheeks makes his skin seem to glow.

“I’ve never done this before,” you confess when you hang up with HR. 

“Lied to your employer?”

It’s embarrassing. Standing beside him, you feel ten years younger and just as awkward. But he offers an arm, and despite not knowing anything about him, not even a name, you take it.

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The cafe is small, just three booths and a handful of tables tucked into a space no wider than a school bus. The seats are held together with strips of silver tape. Sit carefully so it won’t stick to your suit pants and shake open a menu. It has more choices than you would have thought for the size of the place. He orders pancakes. You ask for eggs over easy with toast and a large orange juice. Why are you here with him? Why can’t you get a stranger out of your head? Why is he watching you like it isn’t the first time, but the first time in so long it casts grief across his eyes?

Say, “Do I know you?”

His smile is warm and sad at once. “Why do you ask?”

“You seem familiar.”

He rests his face against a hand. “Is that why you watch me across the tracks?”

Flush but don’t deny it. 

Feel relief when the food comes out and provides a reason not to speak for a few minutes. Or so you’d hoped.

“What do you do?” he says as he floods his plate with syrup.

“I work in advertising. And you?”

“I’m a music teacher at an elementary school. How’s your juice?”

“Really good.”

“I thought you might like it here. Why did you buy coffee if you don’t drink it?”

“Isn’t that what people do?”

“People who like coffee.”

Bite into the toast to give yourself time to think. It’s strange he seems so at ease, but like when he offered his arm, you lack the instinct to run from him. 

“I thought you wouldn’t be there,” you say.

He settles back in the seat, floating an arm to rest along the top of the booth. “I have Fridays off. If you give me your number, I can let you know next time.”

Blink rapidly as your face floods with heat. “Why?”

He smiles, eyes closing and opening slowly, as though in slow motion. “So you won’t worry.” His eyelashes are colorless like his hair, almost white in the streaks of sunlight through the window that tinge his eyes momentarily red. Yours, for no reason, grow wet. Take out your phone and extend it over your plates. He does the same, and when his name appears on the screen, it’s the name you would have guessed. He holds out a napkin and dries your eyes as though he’s not a stranger.

“Spend the day with me,” he says. 

Take the napkin from him. Fold it beside your plate. “Can I finish breakfast first?”

His laughter, jubilant, achingly familiar, fills the diner like music.

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He’s content to walk quietly, hands in his pockets instead of free at his sides like yours. You keep your arms straight to prevent your suit jacket from creasing. You ought to take it off, but it’s everything you can do not to look up at him every few steps, to wonder if those eyes could have met your long ago, if you could have forgotten him. He wears a silver chain around his neck. It lays flat against his skin, obscured by his collar, but when he moves its flashes catch you, turn your stomach. Fight down the irrational desire to rip it off of him, smash it under your heel. It’s just a necklace but you taste dread.

He takes you to a park like the one where you take lunch. A mother pushes a toddler on a swing that creaks with each pass. You find a bench and sit together, close enough that your fingers would brush if you flexed your hands. He rounds out his back and sighs, a smile in it. The swing creaks, creaks. Sunlight flints off of his necklace. Quickly, as the dizziness rises, you cover your mouth.

Without a word, he puts a hand on your back, firm against your spine. A breeze scatters dried leaves caught around the bench’s legs. 

“Are you alright?” he says.

Nod. Say, “Yes. I must’ve eaten too much.”

He moves his hand in a slow circle the way you imagine a parent might. “Should I take you home?” he asks. You shake your head, drawing both hands down from your face. The breeze on your lips chases some of the nausea, enough to look at him from your peripheral vision. You could swear that you’ve sat together like this before, but the memory—if it is a memory—lacks place and time. An ache throbs deep in your chest where you didn’t know it was possible to hurt.

When you’re able to walk, he takes you to a nearby shopping district. You end up in a music store. “I like to own the albums,” he says before you ask. “It takes up a lot of space I don’t have, but it isn’t the same if you can’t touch them. Do you like music?”

“I love it.”

“Show me your favorite.”

You do.

“I have these,” he says. Somehow you knew that like you knew his voice, the pain in his eyes, the warmth of his hand. “Maybe we can listen to them sometime.”

[ranty-ramblestein]

Pokemon Obscure V1.4 by Acegikmo Enterprises [C].gbc

That is the name of the Pokemon ROM hack I randomly started researching yesterday.  I remembered seeing a video of it as a kid and finding it funny before promptly going back to watching “vocaloid music”.

It took me a while to find the hack, and even longer once I found the actual name, since it was such an algorithm-unfriendly thing to search. “Obscure facts about [subject]” is a popular type of videos these days, after all.  Once I found the exact file name I found that it was repeated in a ton of ROM lists.

It’s a ROM hack of Pokemon Gold where you play as someone that was turned into a giant nose (with feet coming out of the nostrils), trying to become human again.  Or at least that’s the story according to a review on vizzed.com.

There’s a ton of wacky sprite and text edits.  It kind of reminds me of Pokemon Quartz, honestly.  Seeing the way that reviewer reacted to this hack having “custom Pokemon” (not fakemon) made me realize just how old this hack must be.

Sadly Nintendo already got to vizzed to have it taken down and I could only a download for the game by going to a different “shady” online emulation site.  Well, I did find two gameboy compilation downloads, but I wasn’t sure if my computer could handle downloading a ton of gameboy ROMs just so I could sift for one specific ROM, so I just downloaded from the first site.

I tried looking up this ‘acegikmo enterprises’ before I transferred the game to my computer that had an emulator, and only came up with a youtuber that did some weird math things that are WAY over my head. She pointed me to @acegiak​, who apparently also used to go by acegikmo, but while she did make an original gameboy game, I dont think she made a Pokemon ROM hack.

Later, when I finally managed to open the ROM hack on VBA I was met with a surprise...

Who’s this HFD?  And what’s Meowth hacks?

That's especially weird because this French playthrough by MeetTheReaperXV, shows that the title screen didn’t originally show that:

I tried looking up Meowth Hacks in the early 2010-2012 range, but haven’t come up with anything.  Was it a rom-hacking forum? Or a rom-hacking group?  No clue.  My search for context stops here, I suppose.

So, if you have any context for who Acegikmo Enterprises, HFD, or Meowth Hacks is: Please contact me!  I want to know if this nose-man and his pig-rival was some weird in-joke or something!

I’ll link the only other youtube playthroughs of the hack I managed to find below the cut, though.

mrfoxesisawesomes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uSCdCB5vnD4&pp=ygUPcG9rZW1vbiBvYnNjdXJl

Landas Hughes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8iWumY6qW0&pp=ygUPcG9rZW1vbiBvYnNjdXJl

GreenGamerCo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LXOsbWdeS0&pp=ygUPcG9rZW1vbiBvYnNjdXJl

and a 2-part play through by InternetUpToDate:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcz4IbmZfQM&pp=ygUPcG9rZW1vbiBvYnNjdXJl

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XsKfwu0TrI&pp=ygUPcG9rZW1vbiBvYnNjdXJl

And a Bonus:

An original-style Let’s Play from TV Tropes by Umbee: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/lb_i.php?lb_id=14016613360B03067500

[wordsaladsenpai]

Trees recommendations

Hello, long time no post. I want to start something here on my blog about any media recommendations. Whether it be games, books, movies, web novels, shows, etc etc.

I’ll start off with my first recommendation:

Title: Eternal Yesterday

Genre: Japanese BL

Category: Show

Episodes: 8

My thoughts: I usually don’t watch anything BL related because I don’t want to get caught up in the drama and negative connotation (which is honestly quite a fair assertion since many women (I am a woman) have exhibited tendencies towards fetishizing gay men when it comes to consumption of media regarding bl and mlm relationships). I do not actively engage or support the narrative of fetishizing gay men or mlm relationships. This is just a disclaimer. I myself am biromantic and when I usually search for shows or media to consume I try to actively avoid anything overly explicit since I am not trying to consume the media for the purpose or sake of finding my own fantasies or daydream pleasure about any acts of intimacy that might occur in said piece of media. Though I am biromantic myself I do get curious about some of the explicit intimate aspects or details that may occur in the media itself. Though I have to say I do find it quite distasteful if the only plot point is the explicit intimate actions of fan service that maybe liberally splattered throughout a series or work of media. For this main reason I don’t watch many American Tv shows despite being an American myself. I have gained a taste for some shows and media originating in China, Korea, and Japan, as well as Taiwan, and a bit of Thailand. I like how most of the shows I’ve seen from these areas contribute multiple story plot points while still being able to show the progression of the main love interests relationship through the entire show. While each countries media definitely has different styles of storytelling the Japanese BL eternal yesterday really caught my eye.

I don’t watch many Japanese shows or even Japanese BL for that matter so this was my first one ever to watch and honestly I was very surprised and impressed with it. What stuck out to me was the premise of the show, which showed a budding gay romance between two highschoolers. As someone who is interested in the concept of grief and death and emotional connections to others and those we love I thought it was beautiful at harnessing and processing those emotions and bringing it forth visually through the writing and acting and directing. It was perfect. Though I thought an 8 episode drama with a little over 20 minutes per episode would not be enough to really give the story it’s all. I was pleasantly surprised how it worked perfectly. It was a show that made me cry and make me think of my own relationship with my own bf. While it may have been a BL it harnessed different relationship dynamics that I thought was a lovely thing to do since it is about love in all its forms. I could go on forever about this show and honestly it will stick with me as a forever favorite.

Pls check it out.

I watched it on Viki. (I think you can also watch it on Netflix but pls double check the avaliable platforms of where this show might be to watch)

Rating - 10/10

P.S - the pacing can be kinda slow but I loved the awkward pauses and camera panning because it in my opinion realistically showed the progression of a relationship between two people where one doesn’t want to intrude on the other and the other person is very reserved and quiet who also takes a bit more time to open up.

Thank you for reading this long long review. I hope yall learned a new show to maybe watch and enjoy or learn a little bit about me through my thoughts and opinions on this piece of media.