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rubykgrant · 5 months ago

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I had a dream that there was this sequel series to Kim Possible, her and Ron were grown up and married with kids, they had twins (since it runs in Kim's family) a boy and a girl (I don't remember what their first names were, but a running joke was one of them hyphened their last name as Stoppable-Possible, while the other did Possible-Stoppable. it was just kind of a funny bit they did, but it also helped them be put in different classes at school since S-P and P-S were sorted differently). For a while, Kim and Ron have both been staying home more to be with the kids, but they're 15 now, so the parents are stepping back into going on missions again. On one big mission, something very strange happens, and Kim goes missing...

At first, Ron is trying to run down a lot of leads with help from Wade and Monique, looking into old villains as possible culprits, but they're mostly retired now or don't fit the crime. The only people Ron can't locate are Drakken and Shego... but they were more or less reformed anyway. Ron finally realizes his kids need him to be there, so he agrees to let the GJ group keep looking for Kim. Meanwhile, the kids have been trying to look for clues on their own. They don't find their mother, but they meet another kid named Miki; a punk hacker who has been able to get into computer files even Wade doesn't know about. It points to something being shifty at GJ, so the kids don't want to tell the adults yet, in case it might hurt their mom.

Ron sort of double-downs on being an over-protective dad, he gets a job at their school as a teacher (he's certainly qualified for it, and with Mr. Barkin now as the principal, it makes for a lot of funny interactions). Miki doesn't go to their school, but meets with the twins a lot to try and figure out this weird mystery. They insist they can at least trust their dad, but Miki doesn't want to chance it... after all, they've been technically doing "illegal" stuff, and they don't want to get in trouble. Another villain, somebody new, targets Miki, trying to first bribe then threaten them into helping with some big crime event. Miki contacts the twins for help, and they have to choose between trying to rescue Miki on their own, or telling their dad what has been happening...

The twins go on a big rescue mission, and really show who's kids they are, but being inexperienced, they get caught. That's when it is revealed they DID tell their dad, they just came in first as the distraction, and now Ron saves the day! Once it all settles down, he assures Miki he won't get the kid in trouble for what has been going on. Miki admits, it isn't just the hacking they're worried about; they ran away from home, and don't want to get sent back. It wasn't a very safe situation. Ron asks where Miki has been staying, and finds out the kid has been homeless for 2 years. Ron promises to give the kid a safe place until they figure out what to do, and so- Miki moves in with Ron and the twins!

That was kinda just the two-parter opening for the series; Kim is missing, Ron is trying to find her AND take care of their twins. The twins are starting to follow in their parent's foot-steps a little, but need more practice. The character Miki is a little mysterious, but close friends with the twins, and helps them figure out some of the shady things going on regarding Kim's disappearance. A few of the classic villains are still causing trouble, but most of them are chill or even willing to help the kids. A lot of new villains show up. Besides Kim, Shego and Drakken are also missing, and it become clear that these events are probably related. So the drama, and what-not

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sashaisready · 1 year ago

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This Must Be The Place: Chapter 1 - Home is where I want to be

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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Warnings for: death of a loved one, grief, angst (it gonna be angsty!), Bucky not always being a good guy.

You sighed heavily as you pulled up to the house in your beaten-up Mustang. Hard to believe you were back, but life certainly has a sense of humour.

You parked up and leaned against the driver’s door, looking up at your new home.

Well, old home.

Granny’s place.

Once the centre of your world – a place of home baked cookies and tyre swings, of blanket forts and climbed trees. Of carefully tended to scraped knees and long hugs on the couch in front of Granny’s favourite shows. Sitcom reruns and Murder She Wrote, more lemonade than you could ever feasibly drink.

You came to visit every summer and they were the best summers of your life. But of course, you got older. As you grew, you wanted to spend your summers with friends, to kiss boys and go to the diner with Stacey and Monique. Granny’s place would always hold a large piece of your heart, but you grew up. You looked back now with a sense of sadness, wishing you’d gone for one more summer. Maybe two.

Granny understood. She was always telling you to spread your wings and live. ‘Don’t tread water, Cub’, she’d tell you. ‘Go out there and enjoy yourself’.

And you did. Maybe a little too hard.

You stayed close with Granny despite the physical distance between you as you moved across the state for school. Plenty of phone calls and letters were shared, and she’d send you novelty postcards she found at gas stations and thought you’d find funny. You still had a pile stored in a shoebox, now shoved into your car’s trunk with all your other worldly possessions.

You still visited occasionally, always telling yourself you needed to come more – she needed someone to clear out the attic, to sort out her paperwork, fix the old fence. You should sort that. The town was nice enough, but the biker gang that owned the local dive bar and auto shop gave you a bad feeling. You’d hear the roar of their motorcycles late at night, feeling grateful that was Granny was safe on the outskirts of town.

A few months ago, just as you were looking at your calendar to arrange your next visit, she suffered a sudden, huge heart attack. The hospital staff told you on the phone that it was quick, mercifully. She was in front of the TV, sipping a cup of tea. It would’ve been exactly how she wanted to go, quick and comfortable in her castle. No long, drawn-out illness. No forgetting her own name or wasting away in a bed. She often told you her worst nightmare was to become a burden and forget the life she’d lived.

But you couldn’t shed the guilt that she died alone. If you’d been there…

Your parents meant well but weren’t particularly distraught. You and Granny were closer than anyone else in the family. Still, ever the pragmatists, they arranged the funeral and filed the paperwork while you pulled yourself together. Granny was organised enough to have a will, and even had a document in her bureau with details of her finances and who to contact for every possible loose end that might need tying up in the event of her death.

Despite your closeness, it was still a huge shock when you found out she’d left the house solely to you, and nobody else in the family. Her few savings were divided between her children and other grandchildren. But you got the house.

‘Cub’, read the note in the will. ‘You loved this place, so it’s yours. I don’t care what you do with it. You can sell up and use the proceeds to take a vacation for all I care. Buy a fancy car or a designer bag or even invest in something dumb. You can stay here and lay down roots. Whatever you want. It’s all yours. Just fix that damn fence before you do anything’.

Nobody in the family quibbled it. The property wasn’t worth much, and nobody wanted to sort through Granny’s things, so here you were. Still mourning, but trying to move forward.

You didn’t really have a plan. You weren’t exactly set up in life, even flailing, some might say. Flitting between bullshit jobs and bullshittier boyfriends. No real roots or ambitions. You decided to move in for a while and sort the house out. Maybe get a temp part time job in town to keep you afloat. At least you didn’t have to pay rent. Then you’d sort Granny’s things, give the place a lick of paint, fix the aforementioned damn fence, then you’d decide. But you’d probably sell up. I mean, what would keep you here?

You spent a few hours getting your own stuff moved in and sizing up the task ahead. Granny’s place was clean, spotless in fact, but she was a bit of a hoarder. There were endless Rubbermaid tubs of clothes and blankets, spices in the pantry older than you were, and cardboard boxes of seemingly every birthday and Christmas card she’d ever received.

You also weren’t prepared for the emotional impact. Every corner held a childhood memory, you could practically hear the radio she used to play as she cooked, smell whatever mouthwatering dish she’d be whipping up that day.

You channelled your energy into the work and made some calls. There was a Goodwill store in town and a women’s refuge a few miles away, and they were very keen to take some of Granny’s things off your hands. You made plans to do some drop-offs over the coming weeks. You arranged to have wifi installed and took some time getting utility bills moved into your name.

You sat at the dining room table with a glass of water, exhausted, when your phone buzzed with a text notification.

“Hey! Are you here? How about we catch up with drinks tonight?”

Wanda. The one person you knew in this town apart from Granny. You’d played together as kids and hung out every summer. As you got older, you stayed in touch on social media and would go for coffee when you visited Granny. You liked her a lot. She had reached out to you when Granny died (as apparently everyone knows everyone here) and you’d thanked her. You kept her updated with your plans with the move. She’d always stayed here in this town, getting serious with her boyfriend Vis and settling down.

Part of you wanted to keep your head down, but you knew you’d benefit from some company, especially Wanda’s. You didn’t want to be the weird recluse living in her dead grandmother’s house who only ventured outside to buy groceries. Besides, it would be nice to reconnect with her.

“Hey!”, you replied. “Sure am. Just getting comfortable. Okay, sure. I could use a drink. Where we going?”

She responded seconds later. “The Snake Pit. Yeah, I know it sounds scary but it’s okay, really! The Howling Commandos own it, but they’re cool when you get to know them. Vis and I will pick you up at 8?”

You sighed. Great. Drinking in some biker gang’s sleazy dive bar. This was your life now. Well, you’d had worse Saturday nights.

“Alright. See you then” you fired back before you could talk yourself out of it.

Wanda was right. The Snake Pit was okay. A little dark and dingy inside, but a more varied clientele than you’d expected. There was everyone from excitable college girls to the old geezers nursing a single bottle of Bud for over an hour. You had worked in bars; you knew the types well. It wasn’t the rowdy biker gang hangout you expected, but you guessed options are limited for drinkers when there’s only one drinking hole in town.

The bartender was a little all over the place, messing up a few orders and rushing to get everything done. He seemed to be serving people haphazardly with little regard for who was there first. Fine. Whatever.

Splayed across barstools and were the Howling Commandos themselves. All clad in heavy leather and denim, they joked and drank beer with each other while keeping a close eye on the customers. You got the impression they weren’t necessarily looking for trouble but wouldn’t hesitate to deal with it should some occur. A broad blonde with a thick beard seemed to be in charge, you could see in the way the others hovered around him that he held some sort of authority. They were quite intimidating in their matching kuttes and big boots, but you supposed that was the point.

The blonde man locked eyes with you and watched you, a mix of curiosity and wariness on his face. His eyes were blue and strong, the intensity of his glare causing you to turn away as you went back to nodding at the story Wanda was telling. You had a strange feeling of dread in your stomach, but maybe that was just the anxiety of being somewhere new.

“You wanna play pool?” she asked, nodding towards the corner.

There were a couple of pool tables and the back of the room, with a dartboard nailed to the wall not far from them.

“Sure,” you smiled as you stood up and grabbed your drink, “I’m a little rusty…it’s been a while”.

“Modesty I’m sure,” Vis grinned as they followed you over. “I bet you’re secretly a dark horse”.

You winked jokingly as the three of you laughed and moved towards the table. It was nice to catch up with them, you settled in so comfortably together that it was as if you did this every week.

As you set up the balls and chalked your cue, you felt the presence of a group moving behind you. The Commandos group had moved from the bar and headed to the dart board, jeering and laughing as they lined up to take their turn. A striking redhead, the sole woman in the group, was busting their balls about their darts ability (or lack thereof).

“Hey” you heard Wanda say softly as you moved around the table, and a few of them murmured greetings back at her.

They were being loud and obnoxious as they ragged on each other for their poor aim, and you suppressed an eyeroll as you leaned over the table to take your shot.

The laughter got louder as you pulled your cue back and aimed, they were practically shouting, you pushed your cue forward through your fingers and moved to the ball and-

Pain.

PAIN.

You flinched and your legs buckled as the cue clipped the ball and sent it flying in the wrong direction. You felt a pressure and a sting as your brain tried to catch up with what had happened. You could hear Wanda gasping and Vis talking to you calmly as another voice interrupted.

“Ohmygod…Ohmygodsorry…I didn’t…oh my god, FUCK” they said, the panic evident.

You turned and looked, to your horror, to discover one of the darts embedded in one of your ass cheeks. This surely couldn’t be happening??

As you turned back towards the panicking voice in front of you, it became immediately evident who was the perpetrator.

He was young, chocolate brown hair slicked back to reveal a baby face. Wide, horrified chestnut eyes stared at you. Despite the kutte and motorcycle boots, he looked like a scared little boy. Behind him stood members of the gang, some smirking, some rolling their eyes and nudging each other. They didn’t intervene, just enjoyed the show. You felt your face flush with mortification.

“What…what the fuck is wrong with you?” you spat, furious as well as in pain. You noticed the entire bar had stopped to watch. You gripped the dart but couldn’t quite build up the courage to pull it out.

“Are you stupid...?” you continued as he just stared at you, his mouth flapping like a fish as he tried and failed to explain himself.

Wanda said your name in a wary tone and Vis told you it was okay. Even through your angry haze you could tell they were nervous about where this was going.

“Hey…come on now,” said someone else. “You all shut up”.

The group quickly parted and quietened as the blonde man from earlier appeared in front of you. “Parker…” he sighed under his breath.

“Look…it was an accident, okay?” he told you sternly. “I’m sorry…look, I’m Steve, I’m the co-owner and-”

“I don’t care!” you hissed. “What the fuck kinda place are you running here?”

You knew you sounded shrill, but you were upset and embarrassed. And it hurt! You were half aware of the group suddenly tensing up, the atmosphere in the air shifting to something a bit darker.

The man raised a brow in annoyance and went to speak again when you suddenly yelped, feeling a hard sting in your bottom half and then an immediate loss of pressure.

Someone had yanked the dart out.

You turned, aghast, to a man who had suddenly appeared behind you.

“What the fu-,” you exclaimed as you looked at him.

Your words died on your tongue as you were greeted by the face of the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Long, coffee-coloured waves of hair sat at his well-chiselled jawline. Big, broad shoulders stretched out a clinging white t-shirt beneath his kutte. He had a metal arm that moved robotically, but mostly you were caught in the depths of the cerulean pools of his eyes. The others all seemed to straighten up and go quiet in a way they hadn’t even done with Steve. This must be the other owner, then.

He smirked and waved the dart in front of you. “Fixed it”.

You furrowed your brows. “Ow…” you said monotonously.

“You want some ice for that or…?” he smiled a wide bright smile, and you did your best to ignore something igniting deep within you.

“It’s funny, is it?” you scowled. “I could sue for this…”

Could you? You didn’t know if you could. But you were too mad to stop.

The man sighed.

“Look…we’re sorry. Parker’s sorry. Steve’s sorry, and I, Bucky, am sorry,” he told you, his voice softening. “Parker can’t play darts for shit but he’s never been a safety hazard until now. It was bad luck. He sure as hell won’t be playing again. Now, how about we get you and your friends a round of drinks on the house to apologise? And if you still wanna stay after that, you can get as much beer and pool as you want – no charge.”

You looked at Parker who was still visibly panicking but not quite as much, then Steve who watched you curiously. Wanda and Vis were nodding effusively as if encouraging you to accept his offer. You were still angry but didn’t really want to piss off the local motorcycle gang on your first night here. You were grateful for this de-escalation, even if you were still mad. You could practically see the room start to relax again.

“Fine” you sighed with defeat, rubbing the sore spot on your backside. “But a warning you were about to do that would’ve been nice”.

He laughed, “Yeah…but I didn’t want you to freak out”.

Ugh. His laugh. His perfect laugh.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that he was right, you would’ve freaked out if you’d known. You felt yourself mellowing, then became irritated at yourself for folding so easily for a handsome man. Habit of a lifetime, huh?

“Maybe you should still ask before getting that close to someone” you muttered.

“Point taken”.

He smiled with amusement and gestured you towards the bar and you followed, nodding to Wanda and Vis that you’d be right back. The rest of the bar’s patrons went back to their drinks and conversations as if nothing had happened. The darts game continued, with Parker noticeably sitting down away from anything sharp and pointy.

“He means well…he’s new at all this,” Bucky explained as he watched your eyes follow Parker. “He gets ahead of himself when they rile him up”.

“Well, your friends thought it was hilarious”.

“Trust me, they were laughing at him. Not at you. But yeah, it was kinda funny”.

You huffed and leaned on the bar, giving him a side eye and only replying with your drink order. Bucky signalled to the bartender who nodded and looked flustered as tried to speed up serving his customer.

“Your bartender sucks” you muttered.

“I mean he’s a little slow but-,”

“No. He sucks. Why is he doing a Guinness now? You pour a Guinness first and let it settle, do the rest of the drinks, then come back and top it off,” you explained as you pointed to the sloppily poured lager he’d put on the bar. “And does your customer want any beer with that foam?”

Bucky laughed again. “Well, okay. Point taken, Sugar. Are you saying you could do better?”

“Sure. A monkey could do better…”

He laughed again, turning to look at you as he smiled and watched you with curious eyes. “What did you say your name was again…?”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #this must be the place fic #biker!bucky #motorcycle club au bucky

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moviesandmania · 2 years ago

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CREEPING DEATH (2023) Halloween horror

Creeping Death is a 2023 American horror film about a young man and his friends who inadvertently disturb otherworldly deities. Written, co-produced, directed, edited by and co-starring Matt Sampere based on his 2021 proof of concept short of the same name (watch below). Also produced by Brenda Block, Erika McGowan, Timothy Sampere, Paul Sinacore, Tyler Dane Sutton and Patrick Tuohey. The Samfear…

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#Creeping Death #Halloween #horror #Hunter Kohl #K Cody Hunt #Matt Sampere #Monique Parent #movie film #Scott Lea #trailer

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nctangelz · 2 months ago

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MONIQUE & HER LOVES.

tw: mentions of heartbreak, drug abuse

nam joohyuck [ 2016 - 2018 ]

relationship in a nutshell: wanted each other to be someone they weren't.

nam joohyuck was monique's first relationship - her first love. the pair originally met in 2014 through mutual friends, monique was hanging out with her close friends who had made it into the industry, and her friend invited her boyfriend and a few of her friends. joohyuck was one of them. after that, monique kept seeing him around. at events SM took her to, to get her name out there, on the streets, and even at coffee shops. joohyuck always caught her eye. they became close friends, monique had a blossoming crush on him for a whole year before she gained the courage to make moves.

when they finally got together - monique swore she found the person she was going to spend the rest of her life with. joohyuck and monique were the happiest couple around, all their peers agreed. constantly smiling and laughing. monique was very busy after debuting, but joohyuck understood all too well. he brought her flowers, coffee, and had snacks delivered when she was at the company late. he'd sneak out with her, take her on dates, and love her like she was the most perfect girl in the world. it was all monique could ever dream of.

she didn't imagine herself with anyone else, joohyuck agreed. but after a year and a half, the couple found it hard to keep saying that. they had a hard time seeing eye to eye. minuscule arguments turned into heated arguments. nights where they would stay up staring in each others eyes, turned into nights with slamming of car doors and tearful eyes. monique called it off, tired of the arguing. the breakup made her lose her soul, it took her a whole year to move on. she wishes joohyuck the best always, and for years she would find herself wondering how things would be if they were still together.

this relationship remained private, and the public never knew anything about it. there was a few speculations about it after monique released her solo album, but nothing huge ever resulted from it.

kim yugyeom [ 2019 — 2021 ]

relationship in a nutshell: one night stand turned into taking you to dinner with my parents

yugyeom and monique both knew of each other fairly well, due to a handful of interactions between got7 and nct 127. at the time, monique still couldn't imagine herself with anyone that wasn't joohyuck. but she hated to admit that she was starting to get lonely. as bad as it sounded at the time, she knew she needed to find someone who could cure her loneliness, just for a little bit. just for a night.

so, monique went out with a few of her friends, hoping to find someone that made her feeling something, made her feel anything. after a few shots, she accidently bumped into yugyeom. yugyeom was shocked to see her there - got7 had invited 127 for dinner a couple times, but monique never joined. the pair got along fairly well, and eventually, one thing led to another, and monique woke up to him the next morning.

monique wanted it to be a one night thing only, but the frequent texts from yugyeom and the aching in her heart didn't help to keep her strong - so she visted yugyeom, again. and again, and again, and eventually, she was spending the night at yugyeom's house every other night. he made her feel something, and helped her ignore the pit of loneliness in her gut too, but monique started to realize she was starting to enjoy yugyeom's company, instead of just the nights in bed. she found herself going over to the apartment just to talk to him, and she found comfort in simply sitting on his couch and watching a movie with him. she realized after a month of them hanging out together, that he brought her peace. he took her out to dinner, and then monique really had to stop lying to herself. she was falling in love, again.

monique was scared to fall in love again, and she was very hesistant to let down her walls again, to get attached too quickly. but it was hard to resist yugyeom, with his gentle smile and his gentle hands. even though she got constant teasing from 127 due to her being older than yugyeom, they couldn't deny that the man made her happy.

after a year of dating, monique and yugyeom moved in together. their apartment became the apartment, they had friends over almost every weekend, and they spent so much time decorating it. it was beautiful, and their relationship was almost perfect. but, monique wanted a family. yugyeom didn't, and he didn't want to hold monique back. so he left, he left her and the apartment, alone.

this relationship went public after the couple had dated for a year (2020), and when they spilt, the companies released information about it on the same day, describing the breakup as "mutual", and due to "personal reasons".

ahn bohyun [ 2021 — 2022 ]

relationship in a nutshell: lots of sexual tension turned into fake dating turned into lovers…scandalous due to age gap.

bohyun and monique met on the set of my name - and monique couldn't help but build a little crush with her costar during filming (can we blame her). bohyun had this charm, that seemed to almost instantly make monique's knees buckle. everyone could sense the tension between bohyun and monique during filiming, they would make small fliratous jokes or perhaps be a little bit too touchy, and it seemed as if they were playing a game with each other.

after filiming was wrapped up, the team had a celebratory dinner, and this was were monique and bohyun truly let themselves go. they had a couple drinks, and they sat next to each other the whole night. they couldn't stop whispering in each other's ears, and bohyun couldn't help himself from putting his hands on monique. there was no hiding their desire.

they had a fling, but they didn't really have any intentions of having anything serious. but, monique was facing a lot of hate, for two main reasons. one was for her last relationship, netizens were tearing her up over the fact that yugyeom left her. and another reason, netizen's also got ahold of the news from lyon, france, where they found out that monique's dad had gotten arrested for participating in various drug trades. the makers of my name were worried that the show wouldn't do good - and seeing how much chemistry there was between monique and bohyun, they proposed the pair to fake date to get interest in the show. and it worked, monique and bohyun had rules, where they only did couple things in public, and then went on their own ways after. but, sometimes, it was hard to distinguish between what was real and what was fake.

eventually, monique and bohyun realized that they had actually fallen for each other. they had a good relationship, but it didn't last long. the pressure was too much for the two of them, especially since the public thought they were in love for so long. the public was devastated, but for once, monique found herself to be okay.

this relationship was public, obviously, but the public doesn't know that it was a fake relationship for the first half of the relationship. when they split, the companies released a statement that the couples had conflicting schedules, as well as that they decided they'd be better off as friends. which, monique and bohyun still talk occansionly, purely platonic!

jeon wonwoo [ 2022 — present ]

relationship in a nutshell: you were all i ever needed, why didnt i see it sooner?

wonwoo and monique had been best friends for so long, they had been friends for seven years before they started dating. wonwoo was there for monique through all of the heart break, and never once left her side. he was someone she could always trust, someone that could always bring a smile to her face. same for him. they always had each other when they needed somebody.

when wonwoo realized he had feelings for his best friend, he hated himself for it. he didnt want to ruin the friendship, and he didn't want to put through monique through pain. so he held it down, he held down his feelings for three years, and then he realized that he could not longer bite his tongue. he confessed to her - and like he expected, monique was shocked. she didn't know what to say or how to react. so, wonwoo gave her space.

a few weeks later, she came around. and she realized, that she had some feelings too. she knew too well that she loved him stronger than a best friend, but she never thought that wonwoo would ever feel the same.

they took time getting into their relationship, and now, they are stronger than ever, and so in love. wonwoo was the man monique needed, and monique is the woman wonwoo needed. they are set to marry soon, and they are so filled with love and joy. it's the happy ending they both deserve!!

the couple went public in 2023, and announced their engagement in the spring of 2024!

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