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murder-senpai · 4 years

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F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie

stanley

ben

bill

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

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miyaniacs · 4 years

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Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

Chapter 7 - take you home

Chapter 6 - Unexpected Events ; Index ; masterlist

warnings: mentions of death and blood

Wednesday, 4 pm

Ushijima gets out of the car and you wait for him to open your door, when he does he stretches out his arm and you gladly place your hand in his, letting him help you getting out of his car. It’s just not the easiest and most elegant thing to get out of a low sports car, with high heels and a short slip dress on. He places his arm around your waist and gives the keys too the boy, who’s already waiting excitedly to drive this car to the parking lot. The doors open and you walk in the casino. Your golden dress perfectly illuminated by all the golden lights shining from the wall. You look up to Ushijima on your right. On his face all those lights dance, showing off his cheekbones, his strong jaw and the form of his lips. He turns his face to look at you, his eyes sparkling in the lights. “You’re good?” He smiles gently. You nod your head in response and his grip on your waist gets tighter. “Then let’s do this.”

Both of your heads are held up high as you walk through the halls, filled with poker tables, black jack tables, roulette tables etc. You feel some starring at you, but they are quick to move their eyes back to their cards as soon as either you or Ushijima shoot them a look. At the end of the hall you already see the elevator, which is guarded by two men, you are sure of caring more than one gun. As you come closer they already pressed a button and the door of the elevator opens. Stepping inside you take a deep breath. You shouldn’t be nervous. The boss loves you, he thinks of you as a daughter - so there is no need to be nervous. You haven't done anything wrong … it’s not that you caught feelings for one of their opponents. You lean your face against Ushijimas chest and sigh. His arms wraps around your body and he rests his head on yours. “What's up Y/n. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” He asks. The elevator starts moving. “I’m - I’m just confused.” You sigh again, yet before he could ask you anything more, the doors open and reveal a hallway. The floor is covered in a red carpet, the walls are dark oak wood, just like the doors. There’re two more guards at the door on the end of the hallway. “They’re waiting for you.” One of them says and opens the door.

“Ahhhh Ushijima, Y/N !” Suzaku greets you as you step inside the big room. He was sitting at the lounging are together with Kageyama. They both get up, hugging the two of you and you four sit down. You and Ushijima sink down at the black leather couch, Kageyama sits on a big black leather ear-chair while Suzaku sits down across form you at the second couch.

“I’m sorry it took so long, … I couldn’t decide what to wear.” You chuckle and fiddle with the hem of your dress. “You’re looking as beautiful as ever and the dress fits you perfectly.” He smiles gently. “About the Jackals. What should we do now.” Kageyama blunts out. Straight back to the important stuff, you think and smile to yourself.

“Now, now, now…. There’s no need to sound so harsh.” Sazuka smiles, “Y/N’s cover isn’t really blown up, it actually got better since we now don’t need to worry about them finding out her connection to us.” His smile turns more and more evil. His gaze now lays on you. Your body stiffens and you move closer to Ushijima, leaning your head against his shoulders. His arm instantly moves around your shoulder as he pulls you closer to him, giving you the comfort you need right now. “So what should I do now?” You ask and look directly in Sazukas eyes.

“Well… let's mess a bit more with this one guy shall we? Make him trust you, telling you all his secrets, taking you to their business dinners … - Make him fall in love with you.” You just smile at him, trying not to show any emotions. Kageyama laughs as he says “Well, that shouldn’t be so hard for her, he’s already head over heels.”

Hoshiumi steps forward form where he stood all the time. “Our only problem should be Ushijima here. You’re able to see her in another’s mans arms?” He smirks and looks at Ushijima, a playful smirk on his lips. “Why should I worry about that?” He shrugs, “She’s mine after all.” He leans down and gently kisses your forehead. “Right baby?” He looks down at you. “Yes.” You reply and smile. His words warm up your heart as your smile gets even bigger. Yes you are his. He just told everyone. You haven’t imagined him getting more soft around you, showing you glimpse of his true self. You are his.

Yet. Can you do this to him? To Bokuto? Who trusts you with every cell of his body? Who wouldn’t even thought of you betraying him? Can you just play with him? Play with him as if he’s just a toy, you throw away when you have enough of it?

Well… yes. You are supposed to do it. You simply have to keep up your walls again.

Even when he looks at you with those big, soft golden eyes.

Hoshiumi holds a glass, filled with whiskey and ice cubs, in front of your face. Thanking him, you take it and take it sip. That is exactly what you need right now. You sigh and lean your head back, as you feel the burning liquid running down your throat.

“Let’s stop with the business talk and let’s have some fun, shall we?” Hoshiumi suggests and looks over at Sazuka.

“Yes, you can go downstairs and have some fun, I have to take care of somethings.” He chuckles gently and waves his hand, excusing them.

Wednesday 9:15 pm

Your head spins as you walk back into the casino. Your heels clicker while you walk over the marble floor, back to your group of friends. “Hey, you’ll be my good luck charm now.” A random man says, grabbing your wrist and pulls you onto his lap. One of his arm creeps around your waist as he gives you a sloppy kiss on your shoulder. You shudder, disgusted by the feeling of his lips on your skin. His hand, which was grabbing your waist moves downwards, now resting on your thigh. “Now, when you’re doing your job and I’ll win, you can get your reward afterwards.” He presses you closer against himself, bucking his hips up so you’ll be able to feel his half erected dick underneath you. You shiver at the thought of what he’s probably thinking right now. Feeling your shiver, he quickly adds :” Don’t worry baby, I know how to treat my girl right.”

Before you could answer you hear he deep, raspy voice of the only man you want to be near right now.

“Well, too bad she is mine.” He growls.

The other guy practically jumps out of his seat, dropping you off of him. Before you can fall though, you’re already wrapped up in Ushijima’s arms, pressed against his chest. You sigh in relief and nuzzle your face on him, inhaling his wooden sentence.

He presses a kiss against your temple and leans down to whisper in your ear: “Are you okay my love?” You shake your head in response. “What did he do to you?” He gently asks, while his hands rubs your back. You couldn't really talk, yet for him your silence says more than words could ever say. His whole aura changes as he looks back at the other guy.

He nods to the two guys in the back and they immediately walk towards you all, standing right beside the man, grabbing his arms, walking him outside of the casino.

Ushijima wraps both of his arms around your body and pulls you closer. His chin rests on your head, while your hands grab his shirt. “I’m so sorry my love, I should have helped you sooner. Just the thought of this man touching you. Don’t worry, I make sure to make him pay for it.” He whispers the last words into your soft hair and pulls away. “Wait here love, I come back in a few.” He leans down and kisses you gently.

You sigh and make your way over to Kageyama and Hoshiumi. “Yoo where’s Ushijima?” Hoshiumi asks.

“Away, taking care of a problem…” you roll your eyes and plop down on the couch, taking Hoshiumis glass out of his hand, emptying it in one sip.

“Ah. A problem.” Kageyama states.

Ushijima walks out of the Casino towards the nearby storage house. He opens the door, guarded by the two man who dragged this guy out a few minutes ago and his eyes fall onto the guy.

He leans against a post his arms wrapped around it, fixed with some cable ties.

Ushijima narrows his eyes, closes the door and takes a few steps forward, towing over him.

“Heyyy… My mannnn, it’s not what it looked like. If I knew she was your’s I would NEVER done that-“ he tries to defend himself, but Ushijima cuts him off with a hit on his face. “Even if she hasn’t had anyone - you still have no right do disrespect neither her nor any woman.” He underlines his words with another hit, making the guy spit out some blood.

“Yet you touched her. You touched my girl, my love.” He swings his arm back and it crashes with the jaw of the man.

“And. I. Don’t. Like. Anyone. Else. Touch. Her.” With every word his fist collides with the mans face again and again. Every time it seems to be even harder and harder.

“I don’t want you, nor this fucking owl to touch her.” Ushijima cuts the cable ties open and the man falls onto his knees. Ushijima grabs his collar and drags him up, just to beat him over and over again, until he’s sitting onto of him, merciless destroying the mans face.

“Just the simple thought of him, laying in her bed, holding her, even kissing her.” His voice breaks and his vision gets blurry. The face of the men under Ushijima now mixed up with Bokutos. Ushijima grits his teeth and throws punch after punch. The jaw and cheekbone of the man long broken, yet he goes on and on and on.

Ushijima doesn't hear the door open again. He’s too caught up with letting out all of the anger he’s holding in for the past days. Seeing you with Bokuto, smiling, being all happy, even kissing him. His hits get even harder now since the image of you and Bokuto kissing is manifested in his mind.

“Toshi?” A soft voice calls out and he feels a hand on his shoulder. He snaps out of his trance and looks behind him. His eyes meet your ( eye-color ) ones and he he blinks a few times.

“Toshi, it’s enough, he’s dead.” Your voice is barley a whisper. Ushijima looks down at the men. You’re right. He’s dead. He killed him.

“Take off your shirt” You smile at him and walk over to the sink , grabbing a towel and wetting it.

Ushijima drops his shirt on the ground and looks down on him - his knuckles are cut open and bloody and his shirt has blood all over it.

“Here” you softly say, standing on your tip toes and begin to softly wipe away the blood on his face. After that you take his hands in your small ones and look up at him with glassy eyes. “Toshi, you know I hate it when you get hurt. Please think more of yourself. What am I supposed to do when you’re not here anymore.” You feel small hot tears run down your cheeks and you throw yourself in Ushijima’s arms, holing onto him as if your life depends on it. The alcohol in your blood and the dead men infront of you, forcing you to think of the day you see Ushijima’s lifeless body in front of you. “Don’t you ever leave me.” You snob.

“I won’t leave you Y/N.” He gently grabs your face and whips away the tears. “Never.” He kisses your lips passionately.

You stay like this for a while, until you begin to shiver. “Let’s get you home.” He smiles and stocks your hair. Ushijima grabs his Blazer and puts it on, while walking out of the house towards his car. Opening the door, he helps you get in and quick starts the car, driving off into the night.

You lean your head against the window, closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Two strong arms, pull you out of your dreams.’

You look up at Ushijimas soft expression. “I’m sorry love, I didn’t wanted to wake you up.” He whispers and closes the front door.

You look around yourself. This isn’t your apartment.

“Toshi.. where are we?” You mumble, thinking it’s one of the save houses again.

“We’re at my place, I thought it’s about time to finally take you home, where you belong.” He whispers and shyly looks down at you.

You smile brightly and cuddle closer to him, melting in his arms.

Yes. You’re home.

You’re home in his arms.

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wheelsup · 3 years

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CONGRATS RI!!! im so happy for you 🥺

could i get:

🕯(this concept is so cute i love it) — "but faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope"

🌓 favorite thing about yourself?

🎞 💛

hi kenna!! thank you so much you’re so sweet <3 also i just discovered you’re a marvel blog now? very cool and valid i understand djnckxnx @buckyspurpose

🕯 here you are <3

🌓 you gave me a tough one bestie but also that proves to me how sweet a person you are that your mind went there.... i’d say maybe that i can do a lot of creative things but that i’m also good at like math and science? idk ive always been a jack of all trades but i like that i have variety of interests and skills idk

🎞 a little vibecheck moodboard: so ofc i also used artists/ppl you and i both like but these specific pics of them because they have warm vibes.... like cozy, inviting, and also very golden vibes. and also ofc baby reid! and the notebooks bc i feel like you have cute writing and like to use planners or journals (i might be wrong lol but this is just my vibe of u)

#kenna 🍒#ri 1k

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raewrites98 · 5 years

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Runaway Train

For @foxeshaveclaws! You wanted long-distance relationships and surprises gone wrong- it's my first time writing for Andreil and this fandom, so I hope this still manages to live up to that, while staying withing the realm of their relationship :) Thank you for your wonderful prompt! Happy Valentine's Day <3 @aftgexchange *** “Come on, Josten,” Wymack yelled from where he stood behind the plexiglass, “Hurry up.”

Neil grit his teeth. He readjusted his grip on his racquet and swung, fast and hard. The ball sailed across the court, right into Robin’s waiting net as she caught it with practiced ease. He tore his helmet from his head and ran a hand through his sweaty, tangled hair. Fuck. That was the third shot he had missed. (Keep reading here or on AO3!)

“Nice shot, captain,” Jack taunted with a sneer, leaning against the wall. He shared a glance with Sheena, who scoffed in agreement.

It was late afternoon and the team had gathered to practice for their home game against the Breckenridge Jackals this Friday. They had been running drills for the last half hour or so and Neil was suffering. He couldn’t focus. The harsh fluorescent lights stung his eyes and his head pounded viciously. His thoughts kept drifting off into nothing, mind numb from exhaustion. At this rate, Coach was going to bench him.

Wymack blew his whistle, the sharp ring echoing across the court. “Go home,” he said, “You better not pull this shit tomorrow.” He spoke to the team, but Neil could feel the weight of his words as if they were directed at him specifically. He was captain, he should be better than this. He was better than this.

They dispersed slowly, the girls heading to one locker room and the guys the other. Before they parted, Robin brushed a hand against Neil’s shoulder. “Sweetie’s later?” She gave him a half smile. Her wild, curly hair stuck to her forehead, face red and sweaty.

Neil nodded. He went to his locker without a word, sat down and started peeling his shoes off one at a time. Bruises were starting to form where he had been body-checked into the wall several times during their scrimmage. It was a familiar feeling, one that usually offered comfort, but now only made him feel worse.

A shadow fell upon him. Neil glanced up to see Jack leaning against the lockers, arms crossed. He was still in his bright orange gear, golden hair slicked back. “You better not fuck up this weekend,” he said. “I don't want people thinking the whole team sucks as much as our captain.” A few snickers passed through the room.

Neil grit his teeth. He undid the Velcro strap of his gloves. Not for the first time, he found himself wondering how Dan had ever managed this- the disobedience and disrespect from players who thought themselves superior. Even as vice-captain, he at least had been able to rely on Kevin’s demanding personality and fame to keep them in check.

But neither of them was here now. Even the cousins were gone, leaving Neil to start the fall semester on his own. He thought after years of running, he was used to being alone, but his time with the Foxes had changed that. He would never admit it out loud, but he missed them. Badly.

“If you do blow it, though,” Jack continued, “maybe Coach will actually do something worthwhile and give your position to someone who deserves it.”

“Like who, you?” Neil eyed him up and down. Jack was only a sophomore and already thought he was better than everyone else, simply because Kevin recruited him. He started shoving his gear in his locker. “Your defense is weak, you can barely hold your own against the press and, frankly, your personality is shit.”

Jack scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from the guy getting fucked by that psycho Minyard,” he spat, as if the words left a foul taste in his mouth. “Bet the press would have a field day with that.”

Neil clenched his jaw. Fuck this. His and Andrew’s relationship was never a secret, not with the way the Foxes gossiped, but it was private. He didn’t go around throwing it in everyone’s face, and he definitely didn’t need some arrogant little shit doing that for him. “Don’t,” he warned.

Jack laughed, raising his hands. “What are you gonna do? Make me run laps?” He rolled his eyes.

That was it.

Neil’s fist collided with Jack’s nose. It gave a satisfying, sickening crack, blood spurting from his nostrils as he stumbled back with a cry, clutching his face. “What the fuck!” He lunged forward. Acting quickly, one of their teammates grabbed him and held him back. “You son of a bitch!” he snarled.

Neil slung his bag over his shoulder. “You want the extra laps too?” Jack glowered at him. “I didn’t think so.” Neil slammed the door shut as he left, the sound of it echoing throughout the gym.

***

Neil’s phone rang as he was forcing himself through the last of his math homework. He picked it up without checking the caller ID. All these years and he still had the same ringtone. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Andrew’s voice was muffled. There was some shifting and crackling through the speaker, until he sounded clearer. “Heard you finally snapped.”

Neil rolled his eyes. “Who told you?” He chewed the cap of his pen and scribbled down something he thought resembled a logical answer. Tiny inked fox paws and exy racquets littered the margins of his paper.

“Robin.” Of course. She, along with the rest of the team, had found out during morning practice, when Jack strutted in with a bruised face and swollen nose. To say Coach had been displeased was an understatement.

“He was asking for it.” Neil shoved his book aside and walked over to the bed. He let himself fall backwards onto the mattress, hitting it with a soft huff as the air left his lungs. He balled his hand into a fist, watching the ugly, shiny white scars stretch across his knuckles. A deep purple bruise colored the skin of his hand. He didn’t regret punching Jack. If anything, he wished he had done so sooner.

“I’m surprised it took you this long,” Andrew remarked dryly.

Neil chuckled. Silence passed. He fidgeted with the strings of his sweater. “How was your day?”

“Long.” After graduation, Andrew had signed a three year contract with Boston’s pro team. He lived there now, in a small apartment Neil had the only spare key to. It hung on his key chain, along with the ones for Columbia and the Maserati.

Neil hummed. “You talked to Nicky?”

“More or less,” Andrew said. “He’s as disgustingly happy as ever.” A few months ago, Nicky finally moved to Germany. The wedding wasn’t until next year, but it was all he ever talked about.

“Good.” A pause. “You visiting soon?”

Andrew was silent for a while. “Not for a few weeks,” he said. “Think you can manage that long, Josten?”

He huffed. “I’ll be fine.”

“Sure,” Andrew drawled.

He rolled his eyes. He flipped and laid on his stomach, holding the phone in front of him. “I want to see you,” he mumbled into the sheets.

There was another pause, and for the briefest moment, Neil wondered if he had crossed a line. If he had made things weird. This was their first year apart and learning to navigate this whole long-distance thing was frustrating. They weren’t the most outwardly affectionate to begin with.

“Happy now?”

Neil looked up. A blurry, pixelated image of Andrew appeared on the cracked screen of his phone, glasses sliding down his nose and hair damp.

He was wearing his PSU sweater, Neil noted. “It’ll do, I guess,” he said with a shrug.

“I could hang up on you, you know.”

“You won’t.” Neil’s smile grew.

He didn’t.

***

“You sure you’re okay, Josten?” Robin asked as she chewed at the end of her straw, bending it left and right. Sweetie’s was surprisingly empty for a Monday night. A few people lingered at the bar and an elderly couple occupied the booth behind them, but other than that, it was empty. “And don’t give me that I’m fine crap.”

Neil pushed his eggs around, watching how the yolk broke and spilled across his plate. “Just tired, I guess,” he mumbled. It wasn’t a lie. He always slept better with someone near him. It used to be his mom, but over time, Andrew had managed to worm his way into that spot instead. In his absence the mattress felt too cold, too empty. It took Neil hours to fall asleep.

“You talk to Andrew?”

“Yeah.” They had called for another half hour or so, before Neil left to finish his homework. It was fine at first, but their conversation had quickly grown stilted, punctuated by one word answers and long silences. He noticed that was happening frequently lately. Thinking about it made him sick to his stomach. He pushed his plate aside.

“Then what’s got you so fucked up?”

“Nothing.”

Robin gave him a look.

He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s this whole captain thing, I guess,” he said, slumping back in his seat. The leather booth squeaked under his shifting weight.

“Hey,” Robin said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “You carried us through the first season. You’re doing fine.” She offered him a reassuring smile.

The gesture was appreciated, but it didn’t make Neil feel that much better. “Yeah,” he muttered, tearing his toast to shreds.

Robin picked up her pencil and started tapping it on her sketchpad. The book was filled with scribbles and quick sketches of him and the team. She carried it wherever she went. “You know what? We should do something fun,” she said suddenly, sitting up. “After the game. Go out for a movie or whatever.”

Neil considered it. He wasn’t a fan of movies, or anything social really, but the idea of spending another night locked in his room alone sounded excruciating. “Sure,” he said with a shrug.

Robin looked surprised. “Okay,” she said. “Cool. Meet me here at eight?”

He nodded. Maybe it would help distract him, even if only for a few hours.

***

They ended up losing the game.

Earlier that morning, right before their last practice, Neil sent Andrew a quick text.

To: Minyard [6:45am] You watching tonight?

From: Minyard [7:25am] Can’t. Plans.

That shouldn’t have bothered him so much. When he was on court, adrenaline pumping through his veins, the weight of his racquet in hand, he couldn’t care less about who was watching. All that mattered was the ball in his net and the goal ahead. Everything else faded into the background.

But Andrew always watched his games.

And then, when he tried to pry for answers as to what these plans were, Andrew’s replies went from short to nonexistent.

Neil managed to walk the team through warm-ups, but he couldn’t stop the flow of thoughts that forced their way into his mind, whispering of his incompetence as captain, his lack of friends and his possibly dying relationship with Andrew. When the first buzzer sounded and he nearly dropped his racquet, startled out of his spiraling thoughts, he knew it wasn’t going to end well.

It had been a close call in the end though. With thirty seconds left on the clock, Neil soared across court, twisting and turning around the Jackal’s defense until the goal was in sight. He stopped, swung his racquet back and took the shot.

The Breckenridge goalie dove for it and at the very last second, caught the ball with his net. The crowd gave a deafening roar, drowning out the buzzer as it signaled the end of the game.

Neil’s heart dropped to his feet. He stared at the goal, a cold, dreadful numbness spreading through him.

“Come on,” Robin muttered, slapping him hard across the back, “Keep it together.”

The rest was a blur. As captain, he upheld his duty to entertain the press, but didn’t have it in him to bite back against their snarky, provocative comments. Wymack seemed pleased, if not a little concerned with his compliance.

No one spoke in the locker rooms. Tension hung in the air, sharp and uncomfortable. Most of his teammates slipped out of the room without a word, but Jack stopped in front of Neil as he stood. He towered over him, six feet of anger and misplaced arrogance. “Should’ve fucking known,” he hissed.

Neil bristled, fists clenched and ready for a fight.

“Don’t bother, Jack,” one of his teammates said. “He isn’t worth it.”

The door closed and Neil was left alone surrounded by an oppressive, judgmental silence. Sweat trickled down his neck. His chest felt tight with each breath.

There was only one thing left to do. He had to run.

***

The sun was long gone by the time Neil made it back to the Fox Tower. His legs burned and arms ached, but he felt better. Running lessened some of the panic that had held him in a vice-like grip, but their loss still hung over him like a thick cloud. What if Coach was wrong? What if he wasn’t cut out for captain?

The parking lot was mostly empty, save for a single car parked under the lamppost. Neil crossed the street and kept his head down as he passed. A few steps from the tower’s entrance, he stopped.

He turned. “Andrew?”

Leaning back against the hood of the car, a cigarette in hand, stood Andrew. He was wearing a burgundy button down and black tie, sleeves rolled up to reveal his arm bands. Under the flickering yellow light, his hair glowed a deep gold, neatly swept off his forehead. Neil swallowed thickly.

“Running away again, Josten?” Andrew took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke in his direction. His dark eyes flickered over Neil’s sweaty, disheveled appearance.

Neil walked over and came to a stop in front of him. It didn’t make any sense- Andrew wasn’t supposed to show up for another two weeks. What was he doing here? Had he been at the game? Neil hoped not. “Why are you here?”

“Take a guess.”

“I thought you had plans,” Neil bit, shoving his hands in his sweater.

Andrew looked unimpressed. “Is that your guess?”

“I don’t know,” Neil snapped. “Are you here to watch me ruin my career as captain?” He kicked a stone, watching as it skipped across the parking lot.

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “One game and you’re ready to jump ship?” He tsked, shaking his head. “I thought you were over the whole ‘flight risk’ thing.”

“I’m not running away,” Neil snapped.

Andrew stared at him, waiting.

“I just-” He tore a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, okay?” Once he started, he found he couldn’t stop. The words came rushing out with a single breath, every thought and twisted emotion he had bottled up since the start of the school year. “I’m not Dan, or Kevin. I don’t know how to be a good captain, and I definitely don’t know how to do it on my own.”

“Then quit.” The cigarette glowed bright orange, another puff of smoke drifting in the air.

Neil scoffed and rolled his eyes. “It’s not that easy.”

“Nothing is.” Andrew reached for him, turning Neil’s chin so he was forced to look up. He stared at Neil, stoic and calm, the deep brown of his irises like liquid gold, holding Neil captive. It was in that unwavering apathy he found himself relaxing, shoulders slowly sagging as his worries slipped away. “You’ll manage.”

Neil drew a slow breath. The acrid, sharp scent of the cigarette smoke eased his nerves. He nodded.

Satisfied, Andrew dropped his hand. He picked up Neil’s wrist instead, analyzing the bruised skin of his knuckles. He brushed his thumb along the row of scars.

Neil’s heart skipped a beat. He cleared his throat. “You didn’t answer my question,” he said.

“You missed dinner,” Andrew remarked.

A frown furrowed Neil’s brow. “What do you mean?”

“You had plans, didn’t you?”

Fuck. In his sudden and overwhelming distress, Neil had completely forgotten about Robin. She was going to be so pissed.

“Yeah, with Robin,” he said. “Did she tell you that too?” He wasn’t the kind to be jealous, but sometimes he wondered if she spoke to Andrew more than he did.

Andrew looked unamused. “I can’t believe how incredibly stupid you are sometimes.” He gestured to himself.

“What?” Neil’s eyes flickered over his outfit. Then it clicked. “I wasn’t meeting Robin, was I?”

“Reservations were at eight,” Andrew remarked dryly.

Neil checked his phone. Quarter past ten. He winced. Had he really been gone that long?

He didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like Andrew to visit unprompted. Definitely not like this. Not as a ... surprise.

Something else caught Neil’s eye as he looked at his phone. “It’s February 14th,” he said, a slow grin curling his lips.

“He knows how to read,” Andrew said with mock surprise.

“That’s Valentine’s day,” Neil persisted.

“Really?” Andrew flicked the cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out with his foot.

“You know,” Neil said slowly, trailing a finger along the fabric of Andrew’s collar, “I wonder what the press would think if they knew Andrew Minyard was a hopeless romantic,” He stepped closer.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. “One hundred and three percent, Josten.”

He leaned in close, lips inches from Andrew’s. “Yes or no?”

Andrew flicked his head but pulled him forward by his collar. “Yes.”

His lips met Andrew’s in a soft, warm kiss that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. All of his worries faded into nothing and when Andrew’s cool, rough hands found their way into his hair, pulling him even closer, he knew that in the end, he was going to be okay.

#the foxhole court #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #my writing #raewrites98 #valentines day #fanfic exchange #fluff #neil is sad and slightly dumb #long distance relationship #surprises #all for the game #aftg #@foxeshaveclaws

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Double Jack (Jackdaw + Jackal) ________ Choucal (Choucas + Chacal)

[Image ID: a drawing of a chimeric creature made of the body of an Eurasian jackdaw and the skull & ears of a golden jackal. It’s standing on the ground with its wings open.]

#art #ink #traditional art #jackdaw #jackal #skull #spooky #cornids series #bird #animals

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Jake can't feel like a Golden Retriever. He is a low Silver Retriever at best.

“Nah bitch, my spirit animal is the jackal! I’m a stinky bottom feeder. I roll around in filth to mask my scent and eat garbage and scream all day. Also it’s JACK. J-A-C-K.”

#ic #Anonymous

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"Awww, who's a cute little puppy? Come here!"

Though wild as the dog was, it gleefully let Star pick it up and boop her nose against its own butterscotch speckled snout. She ruffled its silky black fur and showed it off gleefully to Serenity.

"Ain't he just the sweetest Jack Russel you've ever seen?" she cooed.

"That's a jackal, Star. Not a Jack Russel," Serenity corrected as she floated up to Star's eye level, lifting her hood away from her third eye to further inspect the creature.

"Yeah, not sure how you can even confuse the two." The girls jumped at the sudden new voice. "But thank you for the compliment!"

Star dropped the dog in shock. "You heard him speak, too, right?" Serenity nodded.

The jackal bent forward towards the ground, then wiggled around eagerly and ran in the other direction. A welcome opportunity; it clearly wanted to play, and they seemed to need its company.

"You don't think that's..." Star trailed off, dumbfounded that they could've found who they were looking for this easily.

"It has to be. It's Howlite!"

Serenity flew back over to Star's shoulder and held on as she sprinted. The jackal was deliberately slowing its pace so she could keep up, though it remained just slightly faster than her. They went on and on through the expanse of rich black soil, past sapling after sapling after sapling. Until the saplings faded into full grown trees, and before they knew it they were in a thick forest. Star slowed her pace, distracted by the strange view that greeted her.

She surprisingly had caught on quickly to the fact that every tree was shaped exactly the same, right down to the amount of branches and the patterns on each leaf, but that wasn't what had her awestruck. Every tree did have the same shape and design, but they were all wildly different in composition. Some seemed to be made of gaseous materials like smoke and plasma. Some made of sea water, syrup, and even blood. And some were just regular trees.

The jackal stopped in the middle of a clearing where the trees stood far too high to see the top of, where light just barely trickled down in patches. Plants, insects, and crystals shone with a bioluminescent blue glow in the spots between the beams of light. The creature braced itself against the ground for a moment, then jumped several meters into the air and backflipped, glowing on the way down as its form changed. He hit the ground with bare feet, his now humanoid form resembling a teenager about Star's age, and with just as much energy. He examined her with an ear-to-ear grin exposing sharp canine teeth, dazzling white in contrast to his near-black umber skin speckled tan with vitiligo. His body bounced from side to side, and Star couldn't help but imitate it, whether in excitement or caution of his own presence.

"I don't get many visitors lately! Make yourself comfy!"

Small animal bones rattled together on threads around his neck and ankles. He wore a brown tunic over a white linen smock that ended halfway down his thighs; just the same length as his hair. The same length as Star's dress and hair. He even wore a spiked bracelet like her, except his was wooden with thorns sticking out instead of studded leather.

She cocked her head, and he did the same in curiosity. "You do that, too?" He rubbed the back of his ear. "I tend to mimic someone else's form if I find I'm kindred spirits with them."

"So, you're Howlite. The guy Celena was named after, right?"

"Who?"

"My great great grandma, Celena Howlite Butterfly? She is... or, she was... but now she's-"

"Me." Serenity spoke up before Star could ramble. "In my past life, I was named after the god of bloodlines."

"That's me, but calling me a god is really a stretch. Especially from someone who bears the likeness of Glossaryck." He pointed at her third eye, tracing its diamond shape in the air.

She swatted her hand back and forth casually as if to dismiss the words. "Eh, we're not here to discuss my other past life." She lifted her hood back over her head.

"You oversee life and death, right?" Star asked.

"Not exactly. I'm more of a master of life. Although the circumstances of one's life and ancestry do play important roles in their deaths, so you could say I 'master in life' and 'minor in death.'"

"Well, this is literally a matter of life and death. I need to find out who my ancestor is or some psycho sadist is probably gonna burn my kingdom to the ground."

"Ah, what kind of ancestor are you looking for? I oversee all familial bonds: physical, emotional, spiritual, you name it!"

He gestured to a different tree each time he listed something off. A tree of hollow bone where wind would blow into the holes to make music, a tree of crystal that gave off calming vibes Star could already feel from her spot, and a tree-shaped silhouette of ethereal golden light.

Star exhaled. "Here's the deal. I'm looking for info about my 5th great grandma: Festivia Cross. Her mom's name is Juno, and she used to think the biological father was Cordial. But now Mina thinks she's the other parent and is kinda acting crazy entitled to my family like we owe her or something. And the whole thing's ridiculous anyway because the guy Festivia called her father was Toffee."

Howlite put a finger to his chin. "They say family is made through bonds, not blood. If it doesn't matter who her blood father was, why come here?"

"To get Mina out of my hair for good! It's a long story, but I sorta made a bet and it's riding on whether Cordial or Mina is the other parent."

"And you said her name is Festivia Cross? Hm. Let me see."

He transformed back into a jackal and trotted over to the bone tree, then howled a a few musical notes into one of the holes. His ear perked up next to the hole with anticipation, and the song echoed back to him in a different frequency. He took a few steps back and cocked his head, then returned to his humanoid form. As the necklace re-materialized, a few carvings appeared in one of the bones. Howlite inspected them with the same confusion he'd had upon hearing the echo, then scratched his head.

"Well that's never happened before. At least, not in Mewman blood. Although, there was something similar awhile ago..."

"What? What is it?" Star scurried around to try and get a look at the bones, but Howlite kept turning back and forth muttering to himself.

Then he looked at Serenity. "Could you help me? This may be your area of expertise."

Serenity floated over to him, and he whispered into her ear.

She gasped. "So I was right?"

Howlite shrugged.

She turned to Star. "Alright, cheekums, I have to go back in time for this. You just sit tight here for a moment."

"Wait, what?"

Poof!

Star said nothing, but turned to Howlite and gestured dumbfounded to the spot of thin air where Serenity just was.

"I'll explain it soon. I mean, I'll need her help to, but I'll still do it."

She sighed. "Ok. So what now?"

Howlite thought for a second, then shook his leg, rattling the bone anklet eagerly. "Fetch?"

#i originally wasnt gonna post this snippet cos it had a few spoilers #but meh #i already posted that thing about the charmed ones #which had a spoiler in it #disgraced archives (writing snippets)#cleaved together (post finale)#howlite bhensong #the fortune teller (celena)#star crossed (star)#the charmed ones

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Gotta get back

#samurai jack #jackal #golden jackal

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thebiasrekkers · 5 years

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC Genre: BTS Mafia!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Smut, Slow Burn WC: 3,496 Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

AO3 | WP

Chapter 13: Reflection

"But you know, sometimes I really really hate myself. To be honest, quite often, I really hate myself."

Seoul – Hannam; Yongsan District South Korea

When Yoongi got the call, he was on his way to the airport.

Seokjin managed to secure a personal financial advisor for their group so the next step that needed to be taken was to start consolidating their assets. Yoongi was one of the ones responsible for setting up accounts overseas and he wanted to get the business deals taken care of before the end of the week. He’d need a couple of days to adjust to the jetlag and then he would be in and out of office meetings for most of his stay. Americans were capitalists by nature and so they ultimately would try to get the biggest bang for their buck.

Yoongi was out to accomplish the same.

He’d packed his suitcase that morning. His flight was scheduled to depart in the late afternoon, and he would hopefully arrive in California first thing in the morning. He wasn’t planning on staying for more than three or four days, timelines depending. Yoongi wanted to get lunch with Eden before he left.

They’d agreed to be friends, after all.

Friends, he thought bitterly, staring at himself in the mirror as he adjusted the lapels of his gray blazer, who am I kidding?

It was an excuse. It was an excuse for himself.

Reaching out with the olive branch for friendship was his way of being able to stay close to Eden, but keeping her at arm’s length. He could lie to her every chance he could and he’d be a liar still if he didn’t feel a shred of relief when she’d accepted his offer for friendship. But there was a part of him that knew he had to keep the ruse up for as long as possible. The further he kept her from his life, the less entangled in the criminal underground she would get.

He’d been selfish to have maintained the illusion of their relationship for so long.

He sighed. Three years…

How could he have continued to lie to her for three years? It was one thing when they were just starting to get close while he was in the States. He never imagined she would travel all the way to South Korea. Yoongi wasn’t arrogant enough to believe she’d done it for him. He knew of her desire to learn more of her mother’s roots and to walk the same paths and see the same things that her mother had. She’d been an orphan for her entire life, but Eden always cherished that side of her heritage – even going so far as to learn the language and the culture long before he’d ever met her.

It was creeping closer toward mid-morning. He shot Eden a quick text, inquiring whether she had any plans for lunch. It was probably presumptuous of him to think she was just waiting around for him to call or text her. They met up one more time after he’d let a week slip by with no contact. Honestly, Yoongi spent those days contemplating if he’d made the right decision in wanting to maintain a friendship with her. Should he have just cut her out of his life completely and made the choice to stop making excuses to pull her into his orbit?

After waiting for her to respond and getting nothing back, he decided to leave it alone. He’d text her when he arrived State-side and let her know he was out of the country on a business trip. She was used to that, seeing as how he drew up his entrepreneur persona and maintained that guise for all the years he’d known her.

His phone rang and he answered, not bothering to look at the screen to see who was calling. He was already on his way out the door.

“Min Yoongi here.”

“Hyung, we have a problem.”

It was Namjoon.

“What’s wrong?”

Closing the door, he waited for the security lock to beep before he headed down the stone walkway leading out to the expansive front garden. Dragging his rolling suitcase with him, he fished for his keys so he could lock the front gate. Once it was locked, he rounded the corner of the building and headed out toward the street.

“It’s Hyungsoo-nim…”

Yoongi froze.

“What?”

“…uh, I mean, Raelyn Noona.”

He sighed, brushing a hand through his bangs in frustration. “Is Hoseok still having her monitored?”

“Look, Hyung, that’s not really important right now. You know how thorough Hoseok is. He just wants to make sure she’s safe and he always keeps his distance.”

“Whatever.”

“Anyway, that’s not the problem. The problem is that she was seen in Myeongdong today.”

Yoongi was about to take another step when he stopped. “She was seen in Jade Fang territory?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s not like she doesn’t know how those guys operate. Why would she risk even going there?”

“Well, she was out shopping with a friend. A mixed girl. I think her name is Eden?”

A lump of ice crashed into Yoongi’s gut.

No, he thought, a bead of sweat forming on his brow, how did I miss that?

But the answer was right there. He’d missed it because he always made it a point to keep Eden as far away from his world as possible. Which, in turn, caused him to be kept just as far away from her world and inner circle as well.

“Fuck.”

“Yoongi Hyung? Are you alright?”

“And we can’t send Taehyung to fetch her because he got caught fucking around out there, either.”

He heard Namjoon sigh on the other line.

"No. And I don’t want to risk sending any of the other boys out there. The Jade Fangs are probably itching for any excuse to start a skirmish.”

“God fucking dammit, Taehyung-ah,” he muttered. If he hadn’t blown his damn ability to sleuth around properly, this would have been a cake walk. “What about Jungkook?”

“With his reputation on the streets? They’d see him coming a mile away.”

“I know Seokjin Hyung is in Busan right now. What about Jimin-ah?”

Namjoon sighed again. He wished he’d quit doing that. It wasn’t helping his nerves in the slightest.

“He’s still not back from Jeju. He won’t be arriving until later in the evening.”

“Fine. I’ll go get her.”

“No, you can’t either Hyung. Just like everyone knows about Jungkook, they know about The Lightning Claw too.”

Yoongi hissed, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth.

“And I can’t go running in there since I have to stay by Hoseok’s side. I’ve already had to convince him three times to stay put.”

This was getting stupid.

But Eden was with her. He knew that she could take care of herself and as long as they didn’t move against them, there would be no reason to stir up trouble. Hoseok wasn’t dating Raelyn anymore and, as a result, she was no longer the Hyungsoo-nim of the Golden Jackals. There would be no reason for them to push at her since she wasn’t tied to them anymore.

Well, at least not in that capacity. He couldn’t control what Taehyung and the others did.

“This is one giant fucking mess.” Yoongi spied the time. He’d have to cancel his flight. “Keep on them. And as soon as Jimin gets back, you let him know what the hell is happening. He’ll at least have an idea of what to do about this since he’s the only one of us who knows how to keep his foot out of his goddamn mouth.”

“Got it. I’ll let you know if anything changes.”

“Good.”

He hung up the call and immediately called the airport to cancel his flight. Yoongi dialed a cab and after five minutes, he hopped in and made a beeline for Gangnam. He didn’t know how he was going to manage it, but he had to keep an eye out and make sure that nothing crazy happened. He’d keep his ears to the ground for as long as he could manage it before calling for reinforcements.

Seoul – Cheongdam; Gangnam District South Korea

It was a fifteen-minute cab ride.

It felt like it took a hundred years to get to Eden’s street.

Arriving, he paid the cab driver and immediately made his way up the stairs. Once he reached the top, he fished into his pockets to retrieve his keys. He quickly plucked through them and saw the spare key.

He still had the spare key to Eden’s apartment and while he’d been meaning to give it back to her for some time, it just never came up. She never asked for it back. While he’d never encroached into her privacy, there were times he would swing by when he knew she was at the shop to make sure that she was at least eating properly.

She wasn’t, of course. She was always eating out – the tell-tale signs of Chinese takeout in her mini fridge.

Slipping the key inside, he unlocked the door and dipped inside. Kicking off his shoes, he slid into the spare house slippers and immediately began marching around the small space.

“Eden?” he called.

There was no answer.

The darker part of Yoongi’s mind that often dreamed up the worst scenarios immediately began to panic. His heart jack-hammered against his ribs and while her apartment was small, it felt like it took almost an hour to search. His legs frantically moved from one empty space and then to the other. She was nowhere to be found.

Dashing out of the apartment, he stalked around the rooftop – flinging his arms out to avoid being hit by the laundry she still had hanging out on the line.

She wasn’t there.

Fuck, came his angry thought.

Well, at least she wasn’t there bleeding out on the floor.

Shaking his head, he took a breath and quieted those dark thoughts – smothering toward the shadowy corner of his heart where they belonged. “She’s fine, Min Yoongi. Get it together.”

He tried calling her and texting her. The call went straight to voicemail.

Again, Yoongi attempted to quiet his frantic mind. It’s fine. Her phone just might be dead. You know how she barely keeps the thing fully charged daily. It’s fine.

Yoongi went back inside, deciding that he would wait for her. That was the best course of action to take. Falling onto the couch, he sank into it and felt like the weight of the universe had been thrust upon his shoulders; this being the first break he was able to take all day.

His phone began to ring and he answered before the first buzz got a chance to finish. “Hello?”

“Yoongi Hyung?” It was Jimin. “I just got back to Seoul. Is everything alright? Namjoon Hyung told me to call you as soon as I was able to use my phone again.”

“Are you still at the airport?”

“Yeah. I just picked up my bag.”

“Good. I need you to take a cab to Gangnam immediately. Raelyn was spotted in the Jung District.”

“Heaven help me, are you serious? Was she by herself?”

“No, Eden—” He paused, taking a moment. He could already tell he was about to sound way too familiar. “—her friend, Eden, is with her. At least that’s what was reported to me.”

There was a long pause and Yoongi looked at his phone to make sure the call wasn’t disconnected. “Jimin-ah?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry Hyung. I just got a bunch of texts from Jungkook. He’s bugging me about coming with him to check on someone. Hold on.” There was the distinct sound of street noises being heard. Yoongi heard Jimin hailing a cab and once he finished giving the driver directions, he returned to the line. “This boy. Well, it looks like I’m headed that way anyway, Hyung. Jungkook is up my ass about bothering Eden. If Hyungsoo-nim—I mean, if Raelyn Noona is with her, then I can kill two birds with one stone.”

Yoongi suddenly sat up. “Wait, what?” His eyes narrowed. “You and Jungkook both know Eden?”

“Huh? Well, yeah, Hyung. Jungkook met her a few months back when he brought his bike into her shop to get it looked at.”

“And you?”

“Hyung, I’m a Christian, remember? Eden goes to the same church I do.” He heard Jimin laugh. “Well, when she makes the time to come, anyway.”

He frowned. Had he even known that about her? Yoongi knew that she believed; that she was a believer, but he never remembered her attending church back when they were in the States. And she certainly hadn’t gone to church when they were still together.

But now that he thought about it, he was usually gone and when he wasn’t gone, he was with her and only her. He took her to various places away from prying eyes because he didn’t want to risk anyone recognizing him and tying her to him. The risk was too great; for her and for himself.

Yet she’d somehow managed to entangle herself in their world, regardless.

Yoongi got up and started heading toward the door. It was already dark outside. When had it gotten so late?

He took two steps out of the door, pulling it closed behind him. He locked the door just as the sound of a motorcycle roared to life from down the street. Yoongi moved to the other side of the roof, peering over the edge. Jungkook’s motorcycle could be seen from the other end of the street. He slowed his pace as he hit the wide turns as he peeled into the neighborhood. Yoongi spun on his heels and immediately went to the other end of the roof behind Eden’s apartment, vaulting over the edge and landing on the fire escape.

Descending the stairs, he hit the pavement in time to see a cab pulling up. Jimin stepped out from it but Yoongi remained hidden in the shadows. Part of him wanted to reveal himself to Jimin, feigning ignorance for why he was there. He was simply checking on Raelyn. Nothing more. He didn’t even know this Eden chick.

That was the lie he could have spun if Eden didn’t already know both Jimin and Jungkook.

He watched as Jimin and Jungkook met each other after parking, the two exchanging brief conversation and relaying to the other about the call from Namjoon. If the two of them were there, then that would be fine. He could leave things in their care and call it a night. He still had to fly out to the States tomorrow morning.

I’ll wait until she gets here, he told himself, pulling out his pack of cigarettes from the inside of his jacket pocket, then I’ll go.

He’d barely gotten a few puffs in before another cab pulled up. Yoongi spied that it was Eden with Raelyn in tow. She hefted the drunk woman up, barely able to keep herself upright as well. They’d been drinking a lot, it seemed. Eden managed to pull out a few shopping bags and paid the cab driver. When Jimin and Jungkook made themselves known to Eden, he was about to leave.

That is until he saw Jungkook brushing Eden’s hair behind her ear.

His legs remained rooted to the ground and a flare of heated jealousy exploded across his chest. While Yoongi knew he had no right to feel that way, the emotions pushed to the forefront. He recalled the conversation that he’d had with Jungkook a few days back about the “Stubborn Tiger” he was pursuing – how he’d stolen her number but was still willing to talk to him despite knowing that he was affiliated with the mafia.

And she hadn’t turned him away.

He took a step forward, away from the shadows and into the light. Could things have been different?

Yoongi watched as Jungkook started heading upstairs, only to stop when their eyes met.

“Jungkook-ah,” Eden called, but Jungkook didn’t take his eyes off of him, “what’s the matter?”

“…Yoongi Hyung.”

It was here that Eden’s eyes searched the darkness and when he appeared, he could see the confusion and surprise on her face. He did his best to ignore it, but he knew that his anger was showing all over his face.

“Yoongi,” she said, her eyes shifting to look back at him, “what are you doing here?”

“Go upstairs, Jungkook-ah,” he said, ignoring her question. His mouth felt dry all of a sudden and he knew it wasn’t because of the cigarette perched between his lips.

He watched Jungkook turn to look at Eden and this made his brow twitch. But when he turned to look back at Eden, he could see the wheels turning in her mind. And then that was when he watched her mentally put two and two together.

“Now, Jungkook.”

He waited until Jungkook was out of earshot before he tossed his Zippo lighter to her. She caught it easily. But he knew she wouldn’t light up in front of him. She was about to get angry. Her anger was about to rise to meet at the level of his own.

“You,” she began, her voice seething as her fists began to shake.

“That’s right,” he said, his expression neutral and his tone cold. But he couldn’t hide the throbbing behind his eyes – the way that his eyes seemed to shake with the heavy emotions swirling in his chest. “I’m one of the Golden Jackals.”

He dropped the cigarette from his lips and crushed the ember out with the heel of his shoe.

“Min Yoongi, The Lightning Claw.”

For a moment, nothing else was spoken between them.

And then he watched the tears form in her eyes, shining under the glow of the streetlight.

“You son of a bitch,” she muttered. Yoongi watched her reach into her pocket and she pulled out the switchblade she was always known to carry. “You fucking…SON OF A BITCH!”

Yoongi watched Eden run at him, and just when she was about to strike, he caught her wrist at the last second. Holding her arm high, he squeezed on the pressure point where her wrist was – forcing her to drop the knife. It landed on the ground with a loud clatter and she raged at him, her voice echoing off the brick walls of the residential housing in the area. He watched her left hand curl into a fist and when she tried to land a blow to his face, he blocked it with his forearm and gripped onto her wrist.

“You liar! You goddamn fucking lying sack of shit!” She tried to jerk free, but his grip tightened. “Let me go! LET ME GO!”

He braced most of his weight onto his back leg, spinning her around and forcing her arms up and over her. Once they were crossed in front of her, he held her tightly against him. He wasn’t sure if it was her heart or his own drumming mercilessly against his chest, but he knew that their breaths were coming out in rough huffs simultaneously.

“How could you lie to me? After all these years, you had me believing I was nothing to you!”

Eden shook violently, doing her damnedest to break free of his hold. But he wasn’t letting go.

“I did it because I didn’t want you wrapped up in this shit, Eden!”

She was practically vibrating now. “That wasn’t your choice to make! It was mine, you bastard! It was mine and you took it from me!” Eden tried her best to fight his hold, but he was too strong. He could hear a broken sob escaping her. “You never even let me make the choice for myself, you asshole.”

The sob was what did it and he finally released her. When he did, Eden whirled around and a loud crack issued as her palm connected with his cheek. Tears streamed down her face and he sighed, the pain of the strike nothing compared to the betrayal that was etched so perfectly all over her face.

“Is that why you finally decided to tell me the truth? Because you’ve figured out that I not only know Raelyn Unnie, but Jimin and Jungkook too? Because your little lie was finally going to come back full circle and kick you in the balls?”

Yoongi couldn’t say anything. What could he say? It wasn’t like anything she’d said was a lie.

He watched her angrily swipe at her nose and cheeks. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that, Min Yoongi?”

And without another glance his way, Yoongi watched Eden ascend the stairs. He couldn’t bring himself to go after her. Because what excuse did he have now? What leg did he have left to stand on?

Eden McGee, once again, managed to knock all the fight he had left out of him.

AN: So it's come to my attention that some of you might not know which honorifics I'm using. I've decided to go ahead and start by listing the honorifics in the story in notes so there is no confusion. -- Hyung - what a younger man calls an older man who they are close with or actually blood-related to. -- Noona - what a younger man calls an older woman who they are close with or actually blood-related to. -- Hyung-nim - what younger men call an older man who they are close with and also see as a mentor; can also be a term for rank, as in Hoseok's case. This can also be used in terms of "In-laws" when speaking to the older brother of their wife. -- Hyungsoo-nim - what a younger man calls his older brother's wife. In this case, since Hoseok is the leader of the Golden Jackals, his ex-girlfriend, Raelyn, was once called "Hyungsoo-nim" as a show of respect. -- Unnie - what a younger woman calls an older woman who they are close with or actually blood-related to. -- Name-ssi - a polite way to address someone deemed as an acquaintance or used in the workplace between fellow colleagues. -- Name-ah/ie - an informal way to address someone who is more than just an acquaintance; generally used between close friends and by older siblings to address their younger siblings. These are the ones that I use the most and will be the most prevalent in this fic. I figured I would go ahead and clear up the confusion. Hope this helps. I will update these as I go depending on which ones are used in the story.

#bangtanarmynet #hyunglinenetwork #btsbookclub #btswriterscollective #btswriterscorner #smutcentralnet #BTS #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts mafia au #bts crime au #bts mafia #bts crime #thebiasrekkers #bts thebiasrekkers #bts make it right #make it right bts

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shadeterra · 4 years

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characters that can be asked on my blog:

Ocs: Shade Terra, Shadow, Luna, Poppy, Lily, Tiger Lilly, Scard, Chris, Kira, Balthazar, Scarlet, Bramble & Aliza, Blaze, Jane, Joey, Felljan, Janell, AJ, Spirit & Lola, Fern & Robbie, CJ, Elizabeth, Brownie, Mismatch, Ruby, Amy, Aiko, Maggie, Jackal, Salvaged Nightmare, Demi, Terrance, Ema, Ash, Terra, Rose, Lilly Angelo, Calvin Angelo, Anabelle, Scrap, Glitch, Mary, Stella, Sammy, Kieara, Fixy, Soraru, Roger, Yolanda, Fernández, Loyal, Splotch, Souna, Tobias(Toby), Ariel and Shelly. Fnaf Characters: Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Golden Freddy, Withered Bonnie, Mangle, Marionette, Springtrap, Nightmare Freddy, Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Chica, Nightmare Foxy, Nightmare Fredbear, Nightmare, Nightmarionne, Jack O’Chica, Jack O’Bonnie, Nightmare Balloon Boy, Nightmare Mangle, Plush(&)Trap, Funtime Freddy, Molten Freddy, Lefty, Music Man, Twisted Bonnie and Glitchtrap.

#ocs #fnaf 1 #fnaf 2 #fnaf 3 #fnaf 4 #fnaf sl #fnaf 6 #fnaf Glitchtrap #fnaf twisted Bonnie #anyone can feel free to ask any of these guys!

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keepersofdarkxlightarchieve · 7 years

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Bella:What do we do! what we do Jackal! Jackal:I don't know! Peter:Your the oldest of the stars! Jackal:Not mentally! @boykingofneverland

#things that totally happened #;golden hearted princess (bella)#;a princesses dream {peter}#;herald of ice and snow(Jackal/Jack)

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lua-born · 5 years

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Saya of the Ten-Zero Colony : Grand-Daughter of an Orokin Grand Judicator

Race: Half Star-kin(Constellatians), Half Orokin

Birth Date : The Equivalent of Fall Solstice on the Oro-Space Measurement Calander for Ship Voyage

Hair Color : Black, Sometimes a very shade of Dark Grey

Eye Color: Grey, with a ring of orange when provoked/ ring of white when using void energy

Height: 6’8”

Note: No longer have a left arm or a right leg due to amputations (war/diseases)

Personality : Authoritative, Calm, Cunning, Sensitive, Blunt

Saya is an Tenno-Affliated Mercenary (Born Half Orokin and Half Constellatian : a bastardized union as both parents intertwined as a one night stand).

As a natural born Orokin and Constellatian , her beauty and longevity hardly to scoff at as she’s as old as the Tsar and Tsarina (MiM’s Parents) The only reason why she still looks as young now, she had been in Lua’s Transference /Cryo- Pod after the Old War and during some parts in several wars.

During her time growing up and during the wars, Saya has grown to be bitter and decisive as time became worse traversing the nobility circles of the Orokin and both witnessing allies and the innocents became victims in the wars. Not to mention to be cosidered a class ‘citizen’ that are lesser then slaves during the Old War due an incident with the Void and traveling to another solar system for civilization expansion. This incident gave her the powers she’s know to have today.

Saya personally had fought in both the Old and New War in Andromeda System (Origin and Tau) to the end, destroying the enemies into the brink of destruction with her allies.

(In the case of this AU, this splits where Jack Frost isn’t a Tenno (Orokin/Constellatian) and is a Human turned Spirit on Earth. The fall of the Golden Empire still happens reguardless but with the AU Jack Frost timeline, it is how he becomes a Guardian then.

Her stay at the Constellatian’s ‘embassy’(guest wing at Palace by Tsar Lunanoff IX and Tsarina Lunanoff IX) had softened most of the edges of her own heart, making her a bit kinder and calm. But as the Constellatian Empire fell and her ward losing his memories after the fall to Earth, she carries a heavy heart when the Constellatian Empire’s stragglers are left on her own homeland(Origin System), Earth, and the Lunanoffs’ only surviving child on the Moon Clipper who she personally keep an eye on here and there.

Saya has interest in interacting with others, but with a motive depending on each target she interacts with.

Jackal Markus Lunanoff of Lua : Son of Archimedian Margulis

Race : Half Star-kin(Constellatians), Half Orokin

Birth Date : The Equivalent of Winter Solstice on Lua

Hair Color : Platinum Blond

Eye Color: Ocean Blue with a mix of Ice Blue

Height : 5’6”

Personality : Mischievous, Carefree, Devoted, Loving

Jackal is an Tenno-Affliated Mercenary (Born Half Orokin and Half Constellatian : a genetic-fied tube child create by his mother and the unknowing help of his father)As a semi natural born Orokin and Constellatian like Saya, He’s naturally has a longer livespan more then an average Orokin but lesser then most Constellatians, and his age appearance are quite slow, easily mistaking him for a pree-teen.

It does bother him when people look down on him and ignore his opinions due to looks. Due to being in Cryostasis longer then most Tenno, even though he’s mostly the same age as Saya. He still looks like he could be her brother or even child. Saya will often tease him about such. (They’re actually just friends, even taken as a mentor and student relationship.)

His time growing up was most of isolation, hidden away from Orokin Circles by his mother. Lonely as he was he grew stunted in social growth and cared alot more for non-living things such as plants and machinery. He used to have a Cephalon with him before being placed into Cryostasis by Ballas. It took roughly a couple years later after the war, to be found by Saya and later slowly rejuvenated over time to get used to the things that changed.

He taken it the hardest during the fall of the Constellatian Empire, as he helped the Lunanoffs and survivors escape Pitch Black and unfortunately fell to Earth ,losing his memories and ultimately became Jackson Overland Frost.

Of course, Saya refused to leave him be and often guides him and shelter him. But it makes him suspicious when she hides knowledge of who he was and how she knew him.

#🌙thisiswhoweare #🌙thecorpsewewear #🌙guardiansofchildhood #character information #character background #lua born #i finally did it #revamped it to be up to date

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foxingpeculiar · 5 years

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Since I don’t plan on putting on another one in the next two hours, I apparently watched exactly 200 movies for the first time in 2019. We’ll see if we can beat that. They are, if anyone cares:

Searching (2018, Aneesh Chhaganty)

Black Mirror: Bandersnatch (2018, David Slade)

Upgrade (2018, Leigh Whannell)

Pather Panchali (1955, Satyajit Ray)

Aparajito (1956, Satyajit Ray)

The Vampire Lovers (1970, Roy Ward Baker)

Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans (2009, Werner Herzog)

*Can You Ever Forgive Me? (2018, Marielle Heller)

Cape Fear (1991, Martin Scorsese)

Wild Strawberries (1957, Ingmar Bergman)

The Seven Year Itch (1955, Billy Wilder)

A Star is Born (2018, Bradley Cooper)

You Were Never Really Here (2017, Lynne Ramsay)

Vampire’s Kiss (1988, Robert Bierman)

Gangs of Wasseypur—Part 1 (2012, Anurag Kashyap)

*Destroyer (2018, Karyn Kusama)

Gangs of Wasseypur—Part 2 (2012, Anurag Kashyap)

Under the Silver Lake (2018, David Robert Mitchell)

Night Moves (1975, Arthur Penn)

*Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018, Bob Persichetti/Peter A Ramsey/Rodney Rothman)

The Thin Red Line (1998, Terrence Malick)

*Shogun Assassin (1980, Robert Houston/Kenji Misumi)

Secret Window (2004, David Koepp)

Gemini (2017, Aaron Katz)

Velvet Buzzsaw (2019, Dan Gilroy)

A Field in England (2013, Ben Wheatley)

Fyre: The Greatest Party That Never Happened (2019, Chris Smith)

Daisies (1966, Věra Chytilová)

The Devils (1971, Ken Russell)

Beyond the Black Rainbow (2010, Panos Cosmatos)

Bohemian Rhapsody (2018, Bryan Singer)

Bye Bye Birdie (1963, George Sidney)

Body Heat (1981, Lawrence Kasdan)

Being There (1979, Hal Ashby)

Logan’s Run (1976, Michael Anderson)

Escape From Tomorrow (2013, Randy Moore)

The Double (2014, Richard Ayoade)

Days of Heaven (1978, Terrence Malick)

The Blackcoat’s Daughter (2015, Oz Perkins)

Submarine (2010, Richard Ayoade)

*The Wandering Earth (2019, Frant Gwo)

Abducted in Plain Sight (2017, Skye Borgman)

The Thomas Crown Affair (1968, Norman Jewison)

Certain Women (2016, Kelly Reichardt)

Green Book (2018, Peter Farrelly)

Cold War (2018, Pawel Pawlikowski)

*The Boxer’s Omen (1983, Kuei Chih-Hung)

Vox Lux (2018, Brady Corbett)

A Most Violent Year (2014, JC Chandor)

Leaving Neverland (2019, Dan Reed)

Barbarella: Queen of the Galaxy (1968, Roger Vadim)

The Clovehitch Killer (2018, Duncan Skiles)

The Wicker Man (1973, Robin Hardy)

Jubilee (1978, Derek Jarman)

Blithe Spirit (1945, David Lean)

Burning (2018, Lee Chang-Dong)

Starchaser: The Legend of Orin (1985, Steven Hahn)

First Man (2018, Damien Chazelle)

*Us (2019, Jordan Peele)

Re-Animator (1985, Stuart Gordon)

The Dirt (2019, Jeff Tremaine)

Brokeback Mountain (2005, Ang Lee)

All That Heaven Allows (1955, Douglas Sirk)

The Blues Brothers (1980, John Landis)

Unfaithfully Yours (1948, Preston Sturges)

Hustle & Flow (2005, Craig Brewer)

Yojimbo (1961, Akira Kurosawa)

The Detective (1968, Gordon Douglas)

Support the Girls (2018, Andrew Bujalski)

The Age of Innocence (1993, Martin Scorsese)

Boys Don’t Cry (1999, Kimberly Peirce)

Eyes of Laura Mars (1978, Irvin Kershner)

*Long Day’s Journey Into Night (2019, Bi Gan)

Pet Sematary (1989, Mary Lambert)

*Avengers: Endgame (2019, Anthony & Joe Russo)

Fear (1996, James Foley)

Shivers (1976, David Cronenberg)

The Brood (1979, David Cronenberg)

Drowning by Numbers (1988, Peter Greenaway)

Like Someone in Love (2012, Abbas Kiarostami)

Society (1989, Brian Yuzna)

The Perfection (2019, Richard Shepard)

Lords of Chaos (2018, Jonas Åkerlund)

Perfect Blue (1997, Satoshi Kon)

Happy Death Day 2 U (2019, Christopher Landon)

The Dunwich Horror (1970, Daniel Haller)

Three Days of the Condor (1975, Sydney Pollack)

The Parallax View (1974, Alan J Pakula)

Klute (1971, Alan J Pakula)

The Day of the Jackal (1973, Fred Zinneman)

Play Misty for Me (1971, Clint Eastwood)

The Craft (1996, Andrew Fleming)

Charade (1963, Stanley Donen)

Her Smell (2019, Alex Ross Perry)

Gattaca (1997, Andrew Niccol)

Hackers (1995, Iain Softley)

The Paperboy (2012, Lee Daniels)

They Live (1988, John Carpenter)

*Midsommar (2019, Ari Aster)

A Murder of Crows (1999, Rowdy Herrington)

The Predator (2018, Shane Black)

*Once Upon a Time… in Hollywood (2019, Quentin Tarantino)

Bullitt (1968, Peter Yates)

Basic Instinct (1992, Paul Verhoeven)

The Da Vinci Code (2006, Ron Howard)

The Trip (1967, Roger Corman)

X: The Man with the X-Ray Eyes (1963, Roger Corman)

The Falcon and the Snowman (1985, John Schlesinger)

Inside Daisy Clover (1965, Robert Mulligan)

The Falls (1980, Peter Greenaway)

Cannibal Holocaust (1980, Ruggero Deodato)

Pokémon Detective Pikachu (2019, Rob Letterman)

War & Peace (1967, Sergei Bondarchuk)

A Zed and Two Noughts (1985, Peter Greenaway)

The Man with the Golden Arm (1955, Otto Preminger)

Maniac (1934, Dwain Esper)

Possession (1981, Andrzej Żuławski)

High Life (2018, Claire Denis)

Catch Me If You Can (2002, Steven Spielberg)

The Souvenir (2019, Joanna Hogg)

Gow the Killer (1931, Edward A Sailsbury)

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (2018, JA Bayona)

Suicide Squad (2016, David Ayer)

Jaws of the Jungle (1936, Eddie Granemann)

*IT, Chapter Two (2019, Andy Muschietti)

Rocketman (2019, Dexter Fletcher)

Booksmart (2019, Olivia Wilde)

A Futile and Stupid Gesture (2018, David Wain)

Goodbye Lover (1998, Roland Joffé)

24 Hour Party People (2002, Michael Winterbottom)

Wild Women of Wongo (1958, James L Wolcott)

Body of Evidence (1993, Uli Edel)

Capricorn One (1978, Peter Hyams)

Identification of a Woman (1982, Michelangelo Antonioni)

Marihuana (1936, Dwain Esper)

*Ad Astra (2019, James Gray)

The Violent Years (1956, William Morgan)

Salvatore Giuliano (1962. Francesco Rosi)

Metropolis (2001, Rintaro)

Mom and Dad (1945, William Beaudine)

The Eye of Vichy (1993, Claude Chabrol)

Harper (1966, Jack Smight)

The House That Dripped Blood (1971, Peter Duffell)

The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967, Roman Polanski)

Plan 9 From Outer Space (1959, Edward D Wood Jr)

*Joker (2019, Todd Phillips)

Attack of the Crab Monsters (1956, Roger Corman)

Fracture (2007, Gregory Hoblit)

The Bedroom Window (1987, Curtis Hanson)

The Celluloid Closet (1995, Rob Epstein & Jeffrey Friedman)

Echoes in the Darkness (1987, Glenn Jordan)

No Way Out (1987, Roger Donaldson)

Pumpkinhead (1988, Stan Winston)

Corman’s World: Exploits of a Hollywood Rebel (2011, Alex Stapleton)

McLuhan’s Wake (2002, Kevin McMahon)

Taking Lives (2004, DJ Caruso)

Spine Tingler!: The William Castle Story (2009, Jeffrey Schwarz)

House on Haunted Hill (1959, William Castle)

The Tingler (1959, William Castle)

The Virgin Spring (1960, Ingmar Bergman)

Last House on the Left (1972, Wes Craven)

*Judy (2019, Rupert Goold)

Judgment at Nuremberg (1961, Stanley Kramer)

Cam (2018, Daniel Goldhaber)

Dolemite is My Name (2019, Craig Brewer)

Dolemite (1975, D’Urville Martin)

*The Lighthouse (2019, Robert Eggers)

The Defilers (1965, David F Friedman)

A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge (1985, Jack Sholder)

Paranormal Activity 2 (2010, Tod Williams)

Paranormal Activity 3 (2011, Henry Joost & Ariel Schulman)

Kill List (2011, Ben Wheatley)

Krull (1983, Peter Yates)

Ginger Snaps (2000, John Fawcett)

Blood Feast (1963, Herschell Gordon Lewis)

Primal Fear (1996, Gregory Hoblit)

The World of Apu (1959, Satyajit Ray)

Man of Steel (2013, Zack Snyder)

Superman: The Movie (1978, Richard Donner)

Coffy (1973, Jack Hill)

In the Shadow of the Moon (2019, Jim Mickle)

The Irishman (2019, Martin Scorsese)

Marriage Story (2019, Noah Baumbach)

Echo in the Canyon (2019, Andrew Slater)

Shock Corridor (1963, Samuel Fuller)

The Road to Wellville (1994, Alan Parker)

The Last Temptation of Christ (1988, Martin Scorsese)

*Knives Out (2019, Rian Johnson)

Howl (2010, Rob Epstien & Jeffrey Friedman)

Hustlers (2019, Lorene Scafaria)

Late Night (2019, Nisha Ganatra)

Reefer Madness (2005, Andy Fickman)

Soapdish (1991, Michael Hoffman)

Happy Together (1997, Wong Kar-Wai)

The Cloud-Capped Star (1960, Ritwik Ghatak)

Jodorowsky’s Dune (2013, Frank Pavich)

Thief (1981, Michael Mann)

Detour (1945, Edgar G Ulmer)

The Bank Dick (1940, Edward F Cline)

Blinded by the Light (2019, Gurinder Chadha)

#movies #personal #lists

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