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meet-me-in-the-pouringrain · 1 year

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The Phoenix and The Rocket

Chapter 6/8

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Emily Prentiss, at the insistent of her therapist, signs up for a Trauma ‘dumping’ site. She never expected that her Dump would connect her back to her old boss and the man she’s been in love with for over ten years.

Also the man she’s absolutely furious at for leaving.

Since publishing the first 5 chapters, I have been made aware that the term ‘Trauma Bonding’ is actually an abuse tactic and doesn’t mean ‘bonding over shared trauma’. Would like to make it clear that was a very strong mistake on my part and I apologise deeply for any offence. Moving forward, PenPal will be used in place of Trauma Buddy, with only the website being titled a such. Thank you for understanding.

Read Below the Cut :)

Emily steps into the café with her heart in her throat. She'd taken the morning off of work just for this. She glances around to find no man actually inside the building yet, the only 2 patrons were women.

God she hopes she's been catfished.

Her hope doesn't last long at all.

No sooner than she had ordered a Caramel Latte, the bell above the door rings loud and true. Almost as loud as the ringing in her ears that erupts the second she turns.

She was right.

The man she had been corresponding with for the better half of six month was her ex boss. The man she had been infatuated with for years.

The Man that she could very well kill right there and then.

He hadn't noticed her yet, Emily concluded that the years out had knocked his profiling skills, as he surveyed the near empty room. Her hands shook around her drink, a polite smile at the barista, and she slowly moves like a skittish cat to a corner booth.

She wasn't gonna be the one to run. Not this time.

Aaron appeared to sigh, glancing over the two other women in the restaurant before shaking his head. Emily watches, hidden, as he put whatever skills he had left to profile the two women to see if it was his pen pal. He sighs for a second time and shrugs before ordering his own drink. The barista lights up and greets him warmly, making a smile crack on his face.

Emily tilts her head as she watches him, appraising his form. He lost the suit and tie, probably hasn't worn it in years, and instead was wearing a simple black polo and jeans.

Holy fuck.

She makes no attempt to hide her appraisal - what's stopping her now? - as she trails the curve of his ass in the denim and the veins in his exposed arms.

He kept up his figure, probably channeling his frustration into a routine.

The little white hairs on the side of his head made her sad. Time hasn't been easy or fair to the pair on them, she thinks back to the empty box of hair dye sitting in her trash.

She was so lost in staring at his arms, distantly wishing they were wrapped around her, that she didn't realise he had turned and was staring at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

She stares, breathing falling heavier, with her stomach swirling and her brain stalling.

"Hi" She utters after thirty seconds, a whispered tone full of history. "Rocket?" She offers a weak smile.

Aaron stares at her, long enough that she began growing uneasy, before a breath leaves his mouth. Emily watches through her eyelashes as the man fought a war within him.

Finally, he smirks and sits across from her.

"Hi, Phoenix" He smirks, full of teasing.

The tension leaves Emily's shoulders and she laughs a little. He grins as she nods. "Trauma Buddies?" She asks first, opening the conversation up.

The smirk makes her nerves turn to mild anger that she ignores when he nods and looks at her the way he does. Like there was simultaneously no history and all history. Like her presence makes him happy and sad at the same time.

Like there were two different people inside him.

She clenches her jaw upon that realisation. Isobel Lemairè, her paris persona, still lived somewhere inside her. She stirs every now and again, coming out unintentionally in vulnerable moments.

Lauren Reynolds died in that warehouse.

But before she did, Emily would be consumed by her, always bubbling under the surface.

She could see Aaron, the man she knew, hiding away. Frank was there, fighting against his hosts body. He was hiding still.

"My son Ma-Jack" Aaron clears his throat. Emily jumps at the mistake, sympathy coating her face. He was used to calling his son by another name in public. He had no reason to hide with Emily, never did, and struggled to force himself back. "He signed me up" He tells her with a shrug. "Said it'll be good for me."

"My therapist pushed me" Emily replies, moving on. "She said the same thing."

The tension is rife and the ringing in Emily's ears only got more persistent. Both of them wants to speak but also wants to wait for the other to speak.

"So did you-"

"How is J-"

They both talk at the same time. Emily tightens her lips before taking a swig of coffee. Aaron rubs the back of his neck, not making eye contact.

It was weird, she concludes, how awkwardness has a domino effect.

At first she felt nervous, then she saw him for the first time in years and her heart fluttered in excitement. Then that faded at her chest squeezes and red hot anger over takes.

"I should have known you were Phoenix" Aaron laughs sardonically and the sound cuts her deep.

"Yeah" Emily offers back curtly, moving to glance around the cafe instead of searching his face for the man she used to know.

He frowns at her short tone and shifts in his seat. Aaron clears his throat and plays with the lid of his coffee. She pushes out a breath as they sit stewing in the silence.

"I uh" Emily starts. "I might have to go-"

So, she was going to be the one to run again. Her brain mocks her at the realisation.

That’s all they’ll ever do. Take turns running, it’s her turn again anyway.

Her words die in the air when he shoots her the signature bored 'Hotch' look. She hates that look, hates him even more for giving her it. She hates how it still has power over her, almost 7 years after she left for the final time.

"Do you?" He asks, sounding and looking stern, looking like Hotch. But, She's a profiler and she's Emily and she could sense the hidden despair, the sadness at her dismissal.

She tries not to think about the fact that she's about to leave him again.

Emily swallows another mouthful of coffee and nods. It's hot and it burns her tastebuds and she regards it as a punishment, instant karma at the action. "Yeah, we have a case." She lies through her teeth. "Wheels up in 30" She cracks as she stands.

Aaron's as quick as her and is hot on her heels as they leave. "You're lying" He catches it straight away and she curses under her breath.

"I'm not" She tries.

"You licked your lips and darted your eyes to the left" Aaron profiles. He doesn't even notice Frank slipping away for the final time as his posture straightens and he eyes Emily with a furrowed brow. He wonders why she's being so dismissive towards him. He knows the job makes you jaded and cold but he never expected this. "You've tightened your grip on your bag and you've turned your body away from me."

Emily rolls her eyes and turns to him fully. "Nice to see the years out haven't made you lose your skill" She snarks, glaring. "Look, Hotch." She sighs. "It's nice to see you're okay, really. It's good to see you again" The blood rushes to her ears when she notices his shoulders dip and shove his hands in his pocket of his jeans. She unconsciously licks her lips again. "The team is going to be delighted, Spencer and Penelope more than anyone."

"Don't tell them" Aaron interrupts her.

"Wha-"

"We moved in today. I want a little more time to get everything" He waves his hands. "Settled."

The wind picks up and the tree they're standing beside rustles forcefully. The low branch almost hit him on the head.

Emily blinks. "Even Haley thinks you're an idiot." She insults before turning on her heel. Aaron glares at the tree and the back of the other woman's head before chasing after her quickly.

"You're mad at me." He stops her walking again.

Emily pauses in her stride. "No Hotch, I'm really glad you dumped this job and the team back on my shoulders after I left for a fresh start after you faked my death and we hurt them beyond repair. I'm really happy you made decisions that forced my hand and changed my life multiple times without consulting me." She begins to ramble, barely registering the way his face fell and he began muttering apologies. "I'm really happy you did all that." She bites, sarcastically. "And I'm ecstatic that you were the person I chose to connect with. Wish I had known it was you from the start" She scoffs and drains the rest of her latte. The lesser burn makes her happy, it's like nature agreeing she's got a point but could be nicer about it. "Then I wouldn't have had to lie about half of it."

Aaron looks like a kicked puppy by the time she's finished and the small part that feels sympathetic, the part of her that's in love with the man, wants to apologise and start again. The large part that's still furious at him just grows more bitter at the expression.

"I'm sorry." He tries.

Emily shrugs. "Me too." She says. "I'm sorry I'm not anyone else." She tells him, softer now. "You deserve a better Penpal."

Aaron nods, not agreeing with her though because who could be a better PenPal than the woman who's the only one who's been able to understand you, and racks his brain for something else to say. He finds himself stepping off to the side as she walks past him and unlocks her car parked on the street.

"Hotch." She calls through the window, making him turn in surprise. "I'm really glad to see you again. I just..I can't." She offers him a tight smile.

He just nods again. "I know" He swallows. "It's good seeing you to, Prentiss." She tries not to react to the impersonal address, she had been calling him Hotch after all, and stuffs her empty coffee cup in her cup holder. "You look great." Aaron blurts out, taking himself off guard.

A true, genuine, smile lands on her face at his words. "Thanks" She giggles. "You do to." She shrugs.

He watches as she drives off, taking his heart with him again. He curses at the turn of events, frowning, as he walks further along to where he had parked his own, new, car and climbs in.

Jack’s grinning when he comes home. “How was the date-“ He begins teasing his father.

“I want those dishes in the sink cleared and then you can start unpacking your room” Aaron orders gruffly before moving to his office.

Jack blinks in confusion and stares at the window. “That bad?” He winces, sighing when the tree shakes in answer. “For fucks sake.” He curses and rolls his eyes when the wind picks up harshly. “Sorry, Mom.” He mutters.

Aaron’s in the office, combing through some last minute housing emails on his laptop when a notification pings in the corner.

A cartoon TB, with eyes and a mouth on each letter, with a speech bubble coming out of the T.

“You haven’t logged on in a while! Your Buddies may be missing you!”

Aaron closes the notification with a glare. He rubs his hands over his graying hair with a clenched jaw before leaning back with a loud sigh.

“Fuck.” He says out loud.

Wordcount :1915

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barks-hideout · 1 year

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So, I said that someday I’d upload ref sheets for my marvel ocs, but I never guessed that it’d be all at once 💀💀💀

here’s a summary of each (heads up folks, I’m pretty sure I wrote the sequel to The Bible)

Marley Underwood: She’s just a fangirl character I made for Smokey. I like to imagine she runs a blog or something dedicated to her. She likes to hang around the arcade that Cami works at, who is rather fond of the kid.

Captain StinkBomb: He’s an experiment like Rocket, being number 89R14. He snuck off the Higher Evolutionary’s ship and fled to Counter-Earth, where he lived his life as a small farmer in the woods. That was until the guardians showed up and CE blew up. He, obviously, was upset and blamed the guardians for what happened. Now he lives his life as a space pirate until Rocket met him and they became friends.

Chris Caleb/The Brown Recluse: I made a post a few months back with his story and spider suit, but basically, Chris was an orphan bitten by a radioactive brown recluse. Because of the untreated spider bite, he developed gangrene, but because of the mutation, any part of his body that rotted off instantly regenerated. He was adopted by my universe’s Doc Ock and became a superhero, all though, most of the crimes he stops are usually his dad’s.

Dom Lee Cho/The Sun God’s Disciple (hero name is still a WIP, would love better suggestions): I don’t have too much of a story, but basically, Dom was chosen to be next in line as a disciple of Haemosu, which is the Korean Sun God. His father, who was the previous disciple, was murdered by a jealous follower of Haemosu. Dom is hesitant to take the title, insert something about generational trauma and legacy, yeah…it ain’t much, but it’s honest work.

Miguél Rodriguez/NightVision: So, Miguél is basically an ex-con who is trying to get his life back together. He gets a job at Crystal Corporations, a tech company trying to change the world as we know it. One day, while cleaning up, Miguél finds mysterious crystal shards in the trash behind the facility and decides to take them back to his apartment so he and his roommate, Archer Dodge, can mess around with them. Realizing that the crystals have powers stored in them, Miguél takes this as a sign to become what he’s always wanted to be, a superhero. He and Archer work together to create NightVision and Miguél becomes a sorta micro celebrity in NY. His boss, a shady businessman named Giovanni, finds this out and coaxes Miguél into working together, making Miguél a poster boy for Crystal Corp. Giovanni, like any shady white guy businessman, is basically stealing Miguél’s hard work and claiming it to be his own, and when Miguél tries to call things off, Giovanni blackmails Miguél into staying with the company through Miguél’s criminal records. Miguél breaks things off and his crimes are exposed (I’m still wondering about the crimes in question) and Giovanni becomes the new “hero.” Looking more into Crystal Corp and its business practices, Miguél realizes that Crystal Corporation is using these crystals for Evil Shit (tm) so now it’s up to Miguél to take down the company, which he does, but Giovanni dies in the process. This leads to Miguél having an opportunity to become the new president of Crystal Corp. He rejects this, however, and gives the title to the Giovanni’s assistant, Sook Lee Cho (who happens to be Dom’s sister omgggg)

CatFish: There isn’t much of a story to CatFish yet, but here’s what I have so far. CatFish, legal name Kenny Campbell, was a kid growing up in the ghettos of Detroit. He lived with his single mom, who was an asshole to him, and never really cared for him, especially when he started questioning his gender identity. Because of this, CatFish would always get involved with gang violence and other legal trouble. This continued until an attack on the US was made from HYDRA, and a 10 year old CatFish was met with Dr. Edward White, who claimed he was part of a rescue team that was trying to help the children in the war. Of course, Kenny was actually experimented on and became the way his is now. While living his life in Project K wasn’t the greatest thing in the world, he’d rather be there under the command of Dr.White rather than go back to his mom, wherever she was. I mean, Dr.White was even nice enough to let Kenny transition, so how bad could he possibly be?

Amar Bucciarati: Born in a small town in Spain, Amar was either always bullied or babied for his blindness. He couldn’t go out without a ball to the face, or a kick to the shin, and he couldn’t stay in without his family trying to coddle him and do everything within their power to “cure” him. He couldn’t stand it. All he wanted, just once, was to be treated like a normal person. When he was 8, his town was attacked by HYDRA, and was left alone in the rubble of his home until Dr.White came to help. He was experimented on and developed telekinetic abilities. With these abilities, Dr.White taught him how to become stronger, and use his skills for spatial awareness to help him see. Since then, Amar has been nothing but loyal to Dr.White, and will always be White’s most faithful soldier.

Dr.Edward White: So, this is the moment you all’ve been waiting for. So, Edward was born in Tennessee as the younger brother to Chris White.

Growing up, Eddie was always an outcast, often being seen as “weird and creepy” compared to the charm of his brother. Home life wasn’t any better, with an abusive father and an exhausted mother, Eddie was always seemed invisible. He found one thing he loved, which was science. He always flourished in school, and was on his way to change the world. He became obsessed with the idea of superheroes, and wanted to,not be them, but make them. This obsession made his family rather…uneasy. Everyday Eddie would always talk about how he wanted to experiment on people, studying the human body and it’s limits, even going so far as to take live animals and “work” on them. This continued all the way up into his adulthood, being a successful geneticist and biologist, while his brother became a famous football player and was married to his wife, Clara, a nurse. On April 12th, 2005, Clara have birth to a beautiful baby girl, which the couple decided to name Camellia Anabelle White, the first name being after the flowers they were so lovingly given to them during their honeymoon in Japan. Eddie couldn’t explain it, but he felt such a deep connection the moment he laid eyes on his niece, one that he knew he wanted to keep. When Camellia, shortened to Cami, was growing up, her and Eddie became inseparable. Eddie would always teach her how the world works and take care of her when babysitters or her parents couldn’t, and would always indulge in listening to whatever his niece was fascinated with at the time.

The two would often visit an open field filled with colorful flowers and waste the day away with bliss until it was time to go home. If he wasn’t by Cami’s side, Eddie was at work. He would continue to conduct his superhero experiments at a little facility called HYDRA. If he wasn’t there, he was posing as a scientist for the government, and feeding the information back to HYDRA. One year, Dr.White got word on the possibility of certain people having a certain chromosome mutation that would grant the person superpowers, these people were known as “Mutants.” When the US found out about their information being sold to other parties, there was talks of war looming over the world. Eddie knew this, and used it as an opportunity to start funding a facility that was designed to continue the education of children in case war was coming, this building was known as Project K. Still hiding as a weasel for HYDRA, Dr.White was assigned a new task, “Make sure the war happens.” He and other scientists would start causing havoc amongst parts of the US, trying to provoke the government into war. Looking at all the people that were affected by the destruction that was being, Dr.White got an idea. “With the new research we’ve gotten on superhuman abilities, why not run experiments on the children of the war?” It sounded insane, ludicrous, but Eddie had an explanation. “People are always hesitant to war, but the children? The children would go out and fight anybody that took away their homes and families without hesitation! As for our opponents? What kind of monsters would they be if they were to hurt such sweet and innocent souls?” As crazy as Eddie was, he was also a genius. This was when Project K became a breeding ground for mutant experiments, where damages would be done, Dr.White would take the children, and run experiments on them. This pattern continued until White was given another idea. What’s stopping him from bringing Cami into the mix? August 19th, 2011, Cami was left at home with a babysitter, staying up late to watch her dad play in the championship game. She wanted to go, but her parents all wanted to keep their daughter out of the presses. Both Cami and her babysitter watched the game, cheering for the girl’s father…until an explosion went off in the center of the field, then another in the crowd, and another, and another, until the cameras shut off and the TV cut to static. Cami, being only 6, didn’t understand what was happening or why her babysitter was making such frantic calls to her parents. She only realized what happened when a tearful Uncle Eddie came home, but her parents didn’t. Eddie took her in to Project K, a few months after the funeral, and ran tests on Cami. The first thing Eddie needed was a blood sample from Cami to look into her DNA for the now known X-Gene. Unfortunately, she wasn’t compatible, not at first. Eddie remembered research he’d done on mutants and called back to a serum that would make people with a recessive X-Gene into a dominant one. He spent weeks perfecting the formula, and finally out Cami under the needle, or needles. He ran test after test on her, putting her body through straining tasks that not even adults could handle (if you’ve seen Deadpool, YOU KNOW)

Finally, Cami gained the ability to control fire, and what a glorious flame it was. Eddie continued getting kids and running tests on them, the facility now more productive than ever with the new serum being used, and started training the children to use their new abilities for combat. This was when he would then send out kids 12+ to their first battles in the now ongoing war, dubbed WWX. This wasn’t enough for Eddie, however, he wanted to aim even higher, and so, started running tests on his top soldier, Cami included, to push them to their genetic limits. These new types of mutants were called “Provectus,” meaning advanced in Latin. With the difference between them and normal mutants being that they now have a new subset of their original powers. This sparked another building called “Provectus Mundi,” or “Advanced World” in English. Where it was Cami and 9 other kids being held as the most dangerous of Dr.White’s army. Eddie and Cami’s relationship would continue to strain until a 15 year old Cami was snooping through old files in her uncle’s lab and found an audio recording of the night where her parents died, the night where Dr.White killed them. Eddie attempted to explain himself, manipulating her into staying quiet, but Cami wasn’t having it. She burned Eddie alive, leaving him disfigured so severely, that he had to replace parts of his body with tech. This lead to Cami wanting nothing to do with her uncle, refusing to listen to him any chance he got. Which, in turn made Eddie upset. In his mind, what he was doing was all out of love. After a mission, it was reported that Cami was MIA and Eddie was LIVID, going off in the rest of his niece’s team. This disappearance caused him to go off the deep end, becoming more violent and aggressive than normal, even at his angriest. He even went as far as to give himself mutant abilities just for a chance of growing strong enough to find Cami. This time period was also when he started research on another concept that had been swimming in the back of his mind since the beginning, the multiverse. He finds Cami in the current MCU timeline and starts building his own machine to successfully travel through the multiverse, finally being able to see his niece again. Of course, this doesn’t necessarily work. With Cami finding her strength and beating the ever loving hell out of Eddie, getting other mutants to slowly take apart the original Project K. Before his last breath, Eddie looked his niece in the eyes and squeaked out his last words

“I love you…so much Camellia…”

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mariacallous · 2 years

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It had to happen. And now it has. Women are finally rising up against the pitfalls of dating app culture, and fighting back. Since March 2022, Are We Dating the Same Guy? Facebook groups have sprung up in almost every major American city, from New York to Little Rock, as a way for women to call out bad digital dating experiences.

What started as small-scale communities are now spreading internationally and have grown to include hundreds of thousands of members. “Boys, frickin’ buckle up,” one TikTok user said in July. “If you mistreat a girl, or are doing some sketchy stuff, the time is over, ‘cause you’re getting caught.”

Since joining some of these groups earlier this year, what I’ve seen, above all, is women trying to protect each other, including from sexual assault. In one east coast US city, a woman posted about a date with a man during which he pinned her down and choked her without consent. Other users gently walked her through her responsibility to report him to the dating app in order to protect other women. She did, and then posted a screenshot saying that he had been banned (a welcome decision, but one that doesn’t prevent him just joining another dating app and doing it again).

Are We Dating the Same Guy? appears to have been started by three women, none of whom have sought the limelight (and none have immediately responded to requests for comment). Their identifying details on social media are scant, lending an air of mystery to the open-secret quality of this enterprise. One must be approved to join, and agree to a lengthy list of ground rules, which includes not sharing any recognisable information about users or their posts in public.

Cautious to protect members’ privacy, I hesitated about writing about the groups at all, until I saw a male standup comedian on TikTok making fun of them, characterising women’s complaints as frivolous. “‘Saw him in the park, weird posture’,” he joked, mocking users’ comments. “‘Yellowing teeth.’ He’d probably say you were a bitch.”

Are We Dating the Same Guy? groups are full of pushback against misogynistic attitudes, as well as practical advice from women about how to navigate today’s broken dating culture. They offer support for heartbreak after being ghosted, warnings about catfishers and men who have scammed them for money. Members give their takes on some of the plagues of modern dating, such as “situationships”, those relationships that exist in a limbo of non-commitment. “My advice is never settle for a situationship again,” one wrote. “Your heart will get hurt and it never ends well.”

The women are often very funny, sharing stories of bad dates and relationships gone wrong. Or they are sad, many of them, at how difficult it has become to find true intimacy. “Why is it so hard to meet a gentleman who truly loves you?” one asked. “Two words,” another responded. “Swipe culture.”

The ostensible reason for the group, as suggested by its title – calling out men for cheating or dating multiple women at the same time – is only part of what goes on. But it is a big part. Women who have matched with men will post their pictures to get the inside scoop on what they are really like, beyond their profiles.

Members will also post a picture of someone they’ve been dating for a while to find out if he’s seeing others. In one of the most dramatic threads I’ve seen, a married man with four children was exposed for dating women on the apps, after women who apparently knew his wife saw the thread and said they were going to alert her. Often, the women express their gratitude to each other for the information. “This group is a godsend,” someone said. “I’m so glad we have a community to help prevent us from being preyed on by opportunistic men.”

Are there downsides to all of this? A key issue is privacy – the men’s privacy – which the administrators of these groups seem to be battling to protect as best they can, frequently issuing reminders that users must be “extra extra strict” in enforcing rules about not saying anything “accusatory” that could lead to “possible defamation”. The groups are also accused of operating within an increasingly lawless, internet sleuthing culture, where social media users on TikTok and other platforms publicly shame men for alleged transgressions, acting as judge and jury, sometimes with real life consequences.

The groups also have a decidedly heteronormative focus, with the majority of users being women mainly discussing cisgendered men (despite no indication that the groups exclude discussion of LGBTQ+ people or relationships).

But they are also an example of women taking problematic systems into their own hands, to protect themselves from toxic behaviours that for decades have disproportionately impacted women. #MeToo’s promised reckoning has been subject to a predictable backlash. Moira Donegan, the journalist responsible for compiling what was dubbed the Shitty Media Men list in 2017, a viral Google spreadsheet listing alleged sexual harassers in the US media industry, is currently facing a libel lawsuit. Are We Dating the Same Guy? groups are the whisper network in step with the digital age.

In one study of women who had used a dating platform in the past 15 years, more than a third said they have been sexually assaulted by someone they met on an app. In an ideal world, Are We Dating the Same Guy? wouldn’t have to exist, because dating apps would protect their users more. They would vet their users, provide background checks and age checks and proof about whether or not someone is married.

These Facebook groups have emerged and caught fire in reaction to the widespread, unchecked abuses rife in dating app culture – from cheating to rape. My only regret is that their members don’t turn the same passion they have for outing male misconduct on the dating app industry itself. Women have more power in this than perhaps they realise: they can refuse to use dating apps at all.

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everygame · 1 year

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Ninja JaJaMaru-kun (NES)

Developed/Published by: Jaleco Released: 15/11/1985 Completed: 30/03/2023 Completion: Beat all 20 levels before it loops. Version Played: Switch Online Trophies / Achievements: n/a

Ninja JaJaMaru-kun is a series with absolutely no name recognition in the west, even if ININ have put out one of their stupid retro collections of the series where you don’t get all the games unless you buy a specific edition, instead of just, you know, putting out the games in one simple package (if you search for “Ninja JaJaMaru” on the eshop, you get four different options, and you have to buy two of them to get all the games. But makes sure it’s the right two!)

Of course, you could forget all of that and just download the first game via the Japanese Switch Online service, like what I did, because… like me, you don’t have any nostalgia for this series at all. It’s not like it’s Turrican or something (that’s got three different confusing collections thanks to ININ.)

I suppose what makes Ninja JaJaMaru-kun interesting though is that it was a huge success in Japan selling over one million copies–and this, remember, is coming just a couple of months after Super Mario Bros. was released. This would probably make it surprising that it never came out on NES until you realise that City Connection, Jaleco’s previous title, wouldn’t make it out in the US until May 1988, nearly three years after its original release, by which time Contra, Mega Man and Castlevania have all come out, rendering the simple arcade thrills of a wee car driving (or a wee ninja jumping) around a bit old hat. And, to be honest, there’s enough of a similarity between City Connection and Ninja JaJaMaru-kun as side-scrolling platformers that if you had to release one, you’re probably going to release the one that everyone understands (cars) rather than the one with a more specific cultural reference point (ninjas.) Even 80s ninja action films were having their last gasp by 1988 (American Ninja 2: The Confrontation probably the last notable release, and that came out in 1987 and didn’t do that well.) Although I suppose they could have tried to claim JaJaMaru was a reptile of some sort and ride the rising Turtle craze...

That all said, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I quite liked Ninja JaJaMaru-kun, to the point where I would happily say I liked it quite a bit more than the NES port of City Connection. It’s an extremely basic little platformer, something that clearly speaks to the pre-Super Mario Bros. era of Mappy and Ice Climber. Every level features eight enemies, two on each of the four levels of the level (er, look at the picture if this doesn’t make sense) with for the majority of the levels the last top right enemy a “boss” that’s a bit harder to kill (until in later levels they turn into a normal enemy and aren’t quite as bad, somehow.) You can jump, and shoot shurikens that don’t travel especially far, and to get between the different levels you can destroy platforms above you, which sometimes expose power-ups (or bombs, if you’re unlucky). Ninja JaJaMaru-kun only dies to being shot by enemies, not touching them, and for about half the game, you can just shoot the enemies, but from then on you have to stun them by jumping on their heads (or by manufacturing a way to make them drop a level and fall over) so you can shoot them.

Oh, and the power-ups are things like a little cart (?) that allows you to just run into all the enemies at full speed. And if you collect three… you ride a giant frog (???) that freezes all the enemies and allows you to jump about eating them–basically making beating a level trivial.

Additionally, at the top of the screen you can see the “Catfish Pirate” and Princess Sakura who you are, ostensibly, trying to rescue–which you can only do in a special bonus level where you get to shoot your shurikens upwards at the Catfish Pirate, accessible if you collect three sakura petals that Princess Sakura infrequently drops during normal levels. Which you can’t hang around waiting for, because if you take too long in a level the Catfish Pirate starts going mental chucking bombs at you.

In description, it doesn’t really sound like all that, and it’s honestly a bit… kusoge-adjacent, considering it’s got jerky scrolling, poor animation, dodgy collision detection and really not that much going on. But it’s sort of weirdly pleasant to play once you get into it, with the “jump on an enemy to shoot them” mechanic quickly becoming second nature making clearing off levels efficiently feel quite rewarding. It’s not all gravy; sometimes the boss enemies are going to juke you in way that feels genuinely unfair, and you can sometimes get caught in little collision-loops that just end up in your death.

But I can kind of see why this was a phenomenon–at least at a time when Super Mario Bros. hasn’t yet set the tone for everything yet to come.

Will I ever play it again? I can’t imagine I will, and it hasn’t done enough to make me put up with ININ’s bullshit to get the sequels.

Final Thought: “But wait,” you might be asking “what’s the deal with the giant frog? I mean you kind of just glossed over that.”

Well, turns out it’s a reference to The Tale of the Gallant Jiraiya, a series of Japanese books that was published in the early 1800s, in which a giant frog that lives on a mountain teaches the main character magic, including the ability to summon and ride giant frogs. This apparently also inspired some characters in Naruto, and is probably also why that Pokemon Greninja is a ninja frog. The more you know!

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#video games #games #gaming #ninja jajamaru-kun #jaelco #review #text #txt #1985 #nes #famicom #jajamaru-kun

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blorbodepot · 1 year

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Tons of Info About Martha Under The Cut

Exactly what it sounds like. I don't feel like writing a bio atm so will copy and paste some stuff I jotted down since I started RPing her over the past few months.

Favourite colour: blue Favourite animal: bears Favourite flower: sunflower Favourite music: jazz Favourite food: blackened catfish DOB: May 30 Because DS.AF, her colour and produce is blue and blueberries. :)

Unlike Henry, she has and has kept her Doctor title. :)

Martha’s interest in robotics began with helping fix household appliances. She loved problem-solving to make changes and went “wow what if instead of fixing the thing, I could make the thing in the first place?”

She was almost an engineer but strove for something more “ambitious”. She was also, and she will never say this because it seems silly, inspired by sci-fi “future of tomorrow” stories. Which leads to…

Martha has a personal policy that every one of her designs HAS to be to help people and improve lives. Very important to her.

Her dissertation was on proposing a link between robotic prosthetics and the brain so they could be controlled comfortably and organically. Flesh merged with steel, you could say.

She has a brother, Andrew, who she has a rocky-turned-nonexistent relationship with. Last time they spoke, it was an argument over her marrying Henry since he hates him.

She refused to marry Henry until she got her doctorate.

She is a history and linguistics nerd. Just for fun, don’t call her an expert. She just thinks it’s neat!

A simple woman who believes in cheese pizza superiority. She would try pineapple on it… maybe even like it.

She plays the theremin. Or did… :(

She was raised in a modest household so even though it was acceptable, took her a while to actually wear pants instead of skirts. She likes both.

She worries a lot that she is “boring” or “forgettable”.

She would have liked to have had a second child with Henry. In verses that allow it, she loves William and 100% sees him as their son but feels guilt for having missed out on his life.

She has always been sensitive to ghosts. They make her sad and she wants to help them… the only Horror™ she is not go-mad-from-the-revelation afraid of.

She just thinks the internet is the greatest thing ever! She can read a university from across the country, or even globe's, articles AND see cute pictures of bears??? Bless.

She earnestly believes she is a bad mother, and not smart enough/undeserving of her doctorate and any day now she’s going to be exposed as a manipulative liar. Outside her internal thoughts, she has Imposter Syndrome and Depression.

She is bi/pansexual but doesn’t know it. If she did, she would go with the pan label personally. Like Henry, she thinks everyone is just like that.

In verses where relevant, Martha has no memory of what happened after she died, if there even was anything (she assumes so since there are ghosts).

She is very squeamish with body horror, even getting spooked by more minor or less/non painful transformations.

#📻 ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐀 ˎˊ˗ — lore .

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greenhorn-art · 3 years

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Title: how to fall in love with a catfish by wei wuxian (disaster rat) (link)

Author: bwyn and Yuisaki (published anonymously when I printed it)

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi (MDZS)

Length: 54 692 words

A new plan hatches in Wei Wuxian’s head. If this nocturnal, bottom-feeding, slimy, invasive mudcat posing as a beautiful actor thinks he can sway Wei Wuxian with animal pictures and a sob story and an unbelievably stilted way of texting with still no dick pictures in the first five minutes of conversation, he has another thing coming. Wei Wuxian’s got it, alright, he has this in the fucking bag.

Wei Wuxian plots to expose a catfish using strategic memes and turtle pictures while wiggling his way out of family dinner. Lan Wangji just wants companions.

Help I’ve fallen into MDZS hell and I can’t get out!

I loved this story so much! Reading this one and then your heartbeat, across the grass sucked me into modern wangxian AUs.

The pattern of the endpapers is from the live action, The Untamed. (episode 43, the book in the cold pond cave)

Main text is in Quicksand. Title is a mix of Quicksand and a Angkanya Sebelas, and the little rabbit scene breaks are in lprabbits1.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #ficbinding #fanfiction #mdzs #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #wangxian #how to fall in love with a catfish #wei wuxian #lan wangji

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pascalpanic · 4 years

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Benny’s Girl (Prequel to Before The Next Teardrop Falls)

Inspo: Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield

Pairings: Benny Miller x f!Reader, later Frankie Morales x f!Reader (in Before The Next Teardrop Falls)

Summary: Benny’s new girlfriend is everything Catfish wants and more. Too bad it’s his best friend’s girl.

W/C: <4k

Warnings: language, sexual content, pining ohhh my word pining.

A/N: HI FRIENDS <3 I absolutely loved Before The Next Teardrop Falls and I LOVE writing pining, especially with my Frankie baby, so I decided to make a prequel to it! This fic is based on Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield, which I absolutely ADORE. you can read this as a stand alone or you can read it as a prequel, I think either one works well!!

Sometimes, a spark seems to appear where one never existed. It’s common enough; it’s the reason most relationships fizzle out before they can become something explosive and fiery. One thinks that the dynamite is going to explode and take off in a bright shower of colors, when in reality the lighter never truly lit the wick.

That’s what happened between you and Benny Miller. You’d loved the guy, really, but not in the way you thought. You still do. It’s just that the both of you were lonely people seeking something more than your past had given you. The two of you were hopeless romantics. Maybe that’s what started the relationship.

You’d met in a way typical for the younger Miller brother. You’d been at a bar with some friends who were desperate to get you laid. The same could be said for Benny, who was there not with his brothers-in-arms but the man he’d defeated in the ring that night. Nick and Benny were good enough friends, close enough that losing to the other was rarely a sore spot.

He’d spotted you across the bar, thought your laughing face was beautiful and your smile as you locked him was magnetic, drawing him to you before he could stop himself. Natural attraction. You introduced yourself. He told you his name was Benny. You asked why his hands were taped, he explained that he was a professional fighter, you’d made some snarky joke and you ended up talking for the rest of the night. One of your friends left with Nick. You and Benny stayed until the bartender shouted that it was the last call. You wrote your number on his taped palm and he saved it.

You went on two bar dates before he decided he needed to introduce you to his best friends. They were like brothers to him, they knew everything about him and he knew them inside and out. You went to the same bar as you’d met at, and you met the men he’d served with in his Special Ops days.

Santiago, known as Pope for some godforsaken reason, was a charmer. He’d kissed your hand after shaking it, complimenting you and making small talk, finding connections and building on them. You’d laughed at the man’s joking advances, and flirted right back. Benny squirmed lightly, but you kissed his cheek and assured him you were just playing along.

William, Will, Ironhead, was Benny’s older brother. He’d given you a warm clap on the back and shook your hand, telling you that you were brave for putting up with the rascally guy. You had to admit, it was fitting. It was clear that they’re brothers: they had the same furrow to their brow, their blue eyes widened in reaction to anything, they had a similar habit of tipping their head back to laugh when something was especially funny.

Frankie Morales, Catfish, was the last one you met and most definitely your favorite. He was quieter than the other guys, sat back while the other men made the noise. He was the punching bag, taking the brunt of the hyperbolized jokes- how Catfish hadn’t slept with a woman in 10 years, how he was the loud one of the group, how he was the one you had to look out for when he was drunk. You knew none of them could be true. He had a sweet smile and gave you a nod when you introduced yourself. He and Pope had some kind of banter between the two of them, albeit a banter you couldn’t understand as someone who didn’t speak Spanish.

Throughout the night, you found yourself more drawn to Frankie. He had a beautiful laugh, would pull his ball cap down a little lower when someone made a joke about him. He was the one who’d expose a lie Benny or Santiago took. He nursed one beer while the other men got rowdy, and you’d done the same. It seemed that the two of you found kindred spirits in each other over the course of the night, while Benny and Will and Santi smacked each other around and took an obnoxious amount of trips to the bathroom.

When it was time to head out, you’d hugged each of the men goodbye. It was already clear that you fit in just like one of them, even if you didn’t have the past experience that bonded the men. You hugged Frankie last. He was the best hugger; he wasn’t ridiculously ripped like Benny, firm and awkward like Will, or flirtatious like Santiago. He was strong but soft. The man was definitely a hugger, you could tell, and it was comforting for the brief moment or two you were in his arms.

Frankie put his cap on your head teasingly, covering your eyes, then stole it back and gave you a pat on the back. “Ben’s a wild one. Good luck with him,” he teased and walked off. You had to admit, his ass had a nice curve to it as he walked off to his beat-up truck. “Call me if he does anything stupid and I’ll beat his ass for you,” he called over his shoulder, prompting Benny to flip him off and put an arm around you. He simply laughed and got in his car.

Frankie became your favorite of the group. The two of you are the ones teasing each other exclusively and sitting quietly while the other men get crazy. Frankie tries sips of the cocktails you order, excitedly making grabby hands when the bartender sets it down. He always lets you steal some of the food he orders when you’re at the bar longer than normal. He shares your affinity for classic rock and when the bar blasts AC/DC, it’s Frankie who screams the lyrics to Thunderstruck with you while the others cover their ears. Santiago joins in sometimes too, but the country-loving Miller brothers never quite know all of the words like Catfish does.

At some point in the few month relationship, you earn your nickname of Queenie. It’s from teasing Santiago, and the one who bestows the title upon you is Will, the most stoic of the group. It’s an honor, you tell them all, laughing. You call the shots, and everyone follows. Even though Benny is your lover, Frankie is your second-in-command.

When Frankie does allow himself to get drunk, he’s the most fun of the group. He’s extra lovey, telling the men how much he appreciates them. He tells stories the other men won’t about their Special Ops days, about the stupid things Will did when they were abroad. He’s shamelessly goofy and funny and falls all over the men. You even convince him to do karaoke with you once.

Benny is an overgrown class clown, but he won’t do karaoke, no matter how hard you begged him, called him baby and pressed soft kisses to his face. He wouldn’t budge. Tonight was a rare night that Frankie drank more than one round. “I’ll do it!” He shouts excitedly, eyes lighting up. “Ooh, c’mon, it’ll be fun. We’ll be so good at it.”

You, unfortunately, were not good at it, but you had the time of your life with Frankie. On that barely-raised platform, the two of you sang Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart, completely out of tune and out of sync. You were giggling the whole time, especially at Frankie’s falsetto on the little “woo-hoo”s.

The two of you tumbled back to the table after, you giggling and falling into Benny’s arms. “Did you like it?” You cooed, sitting on his lap.

Benny laughed genuinely, pressing a kiss to your face. “Sure did. That was fantastic. Maybe you’ll have to sing just for me sometime, huh?” He teases.

Frankie sits alone on his barstool at the end and downs the rest of his beer. He flashes you a quick smile when your eyes meet his and he retires early for the night.

You and Benny had sex a couple of times. He was good at it, good enough. You enjoyed the way his lips moulded to yours, the way his thrusts were quick and fast and properly angled. From a technical standpoint, he should’ve been perfect. It was all you wanted, but there was no real connection behind it. The moans that trailed from your lips were small and soft, and the louder ones were never genuine. He always made you orgasm, at least, but it was slow and dull, the kind you’d wring from yourself with just two fingers.

The two of you had fun together. You went to the county fair, you got boisterous and drunk at bars, you did everything two twentysomethings are expected to do in a relationship. After every date, you had a small sad smile on your face as you got in your bed and distracted yourself with something on your phone. Something about it wasn’t right: you didn’t connect soulfully, in some mystical and spiritual way where one can read the other’s mind, in the way that movies and books and legendary romances felt some kind of supernatural force that pulled the strings and led them closer. It wasn’t what you needed, but it was what you wanted, and so you hung on a little longer.

Benny felt the same, but he was too afraid to disrupt the balance. He’d rather be mediocrely happy than alone again. He liked having a girl to squeeze water into his mouth and wipe his sweat after a fight, someone to slide his dick into while her lips met his skin. He didn’t want to lose that, even if he was slowly realizing that he just wanted a friendship with you.

You hung out with him and the other men more. You realized that he wasn’t your boyfriend around them, more of a sibling, teasing and nudging. There was no affection, no romance, just the playful aspect of him. That was fine, you told yourself, until you realized that it wasn’t, it couldn’t be.

By principle, Frankie is not and refuses to be a jealous man. That changed when you came into the picture.

Something about you is absolutely magnetic to him, more than the way Benny was drawn to you across the bar. Sure, he’s been attracted to many girls, but he wants you. He yearns for you. He makes a joke at the table and it doesn’t make anyone but you laugh, but he doesn’t give a shit that Benny and Will and Santiago don’t find it funny, because he gets to watch the way your eyes glimmer and your mouth falls open and your chest heaves with the beautiful ring of your laughter.

He loves that you hug goodbye, because he gets to pretend for a moment that you’re his and he is yours, that he can press his lips to your soft skin and call you his girl. But you’re Benny’s girl, and he’s okay to live like that. He’d rather have you as a friend than not have you at all. Even if he dreams about you at night, even if you live in his head on repeat, saying his name. Frankie, baby, I want you, I want you…

One night, in his sleep, the sound of those words echoed through his head. He’s never heard you say them, but his unconscious brain assembled them like a beautifully haunting jigsaw puzzle that made all of his blood run south.

Dream-you is standing in the doorway to his bedroom, wearing just his t-shirt. Dream-you smirks, walks closer, climbs over Frankie and presses her lips to his and her tongue delves into his mouth. She lies down onto him and grinds her hips to his and laughs and laughs and he presses his face into the curve of her- your- neck, smelling your perfume and grinding his hips back against dream-you’s. “All I want is you, Frankie,” dream-you mumbles and bites his lower lip. He shivers and dream-you coos his name, lines herself over his aching member and just before she slides down, he wakes up to a dark and lonely bedroom with a half-hard dick.

You and Benny joined the gang the next night out. He couldn’t meet your eyes. He listened as you fussed over Benny, heard you call him baby and steal his beer with a giggle.

“What the fuck has gotten into you, Fish?” Santiago asked when you’re in the bathroom.

Frankie shook his head. He pulled his cap lower and finished his beer, then poured another from the pitcher on the bar. “Slept like shit last night.”

You’ve decided that it needs to end, so you asked Benny to meet him at your favorite bar. He agreed, and wanted to invite the boys, until you asked that it be just the two of you. It hurts that he has a glimmer of hope that you’re about to end things. If you don’t, he will.

You walk in with an apologetic smile, sitting across from him. “Hey, how was your day?” You ask in a soft voice. You’re unconsciously trying to prepare yourself to let him down gently.

He shrugs a little. “Uneventful. Yours?”

“The same. Listen, Benny…” you start and trail off, looking away.

He takes one of your hands and looks at you, his eyes understanding. “Hey. I think I know what this is about.” He reads the sadness in your eyes like a book. “We need to be done. I get that. I agree.”

Your face finds a soft smile as you look back at him. “Really?” You ask.

“Yeah. I have something to ask.”

“Shoot.”

He takes your hand and presses it to his lips softly. “Will you no longer be my girlfriend and just go back to being my friend?” He asks.

You nod excitedly, laughing. “Oh my god, yes, Benny. I’d love to no longer be your girlfriend.”

The both of you laugh at the irony in your words, and he sets your hand down. “Thank God.”

Later that night, Will, Frankie, and Santiago find their way to the bar. Of course they do. They come over to your booth, sliding in and pretending to love up on Benny. “Oh, are we interrupting a date?” Santiago asks with a fake pout.

You chuckle and look at Benny. He gives you a small smile and a nod. “Actually, no. No more dates between Benny and I. We’re over,” you say and breathe a sigh of relief.

Frankie’s blood runs cold. He must be dreaming for him to hear this. It’s only ever in those dreams that he hears the words he wants the most fall from your lips, words like these. Words that indicate you’re no longer Benny’s girl. “You two seemed so happy,” he murmurs in confusion.

Benny senses it all clicking. Frankie has liked you all along. He’s smarter than the gang gives him credit for. He can read his friends easily, and Frankie is the easiest of all of them to understand, with those big brown eyes that give everything away. It’s gotta be, he thinks. You probably don’t like him back, as anything more than a friend, but Frankie is in deep shit now for you. He nods, looking at Fish and shrugging. “We just didn’t work. We’re still gonna be friends though. She’s one of us, isn’t she?”

The men all cheer in agreement and it calms your frantically beating heart. The worst is over now. And goddamn, does Frankie look cuddly tonight in that flannel, you think to yourself. You slouch down against him two beers later and discover that yes, he’s as comfortable as he looks.

You’ve been single for a year now. Benny still texts with you daily, as do the other men. He sends you shitty Facebook memes that seem more like a dad would post. You realize that it’s for the best that you and Benny are over, with a chuckle. You can be much more honest.

It pains you to realize it, but you’re crushing hard on your ex’s best friend. Frankie Morales is everything you need and want and desire. His big arms wrap you in a hug every time the two of you say goodbye, and every time it feels like it lasts a millisecond longer. That neither of you want to let go.

Frankie feels the same, even though you don’t know it. He has that haunting dream once a week, the one where you kiss his neck and call him baby and it makes him yearn every night at 2:00 in the morning, staring at your Instagram page and thinking he should text you and see if you’re up. Not as a hookup, not anything like that. He just wants to talk to you.

You tease Frankie about his chronic insomnia. How he sends you random texts late at night. “Have you considered melatonin?” You ask.

“I have weird dreams. It’s not the falling asleep, it’s the waking up,” he admits, looking in the opposite direction of your face.

Some days, Frankie thinks you feel the same. He notices the way your eyes linger on his face, the way you always sit next to him in a booth. The way your phone’s lockscreen is a photo of the two of you being stupid at some function. You’ve become best friends, Frankie has to admit, but sometimes he thinks there could be more. But then you say something offhanded and he has to throw the notion away.

One night at the bar, when it’s just the men and you’re nowhere to be seen, Frankie takes Benny and guides him into the bathroom. His blonde brow furrows in confusion as he looks at Frankie. “Yeah, Fish?”

His hands rub together nervously and he looks down, before fidgeting with his cap and looking Benny in the eye. “You and Queenie… that’s all in the past, right? There’s nothing between the two of you?”

A smirk finds his face. “I knew it, Frank! I knew it from the night her and I broke up.”

He frowns. “Is that why?” He asks hurriedly. “Oh shit, I didn’t break the two of you up, did I? Jesus, Ben, I’m-”

“No, you dumb fuck,” he laughs and shakes his head. “I just saw the way you looked at her after it happened. Crazy in love. You totally are.

Frankie’s face turns red and he takes off his hat to adjust his hair. “Do you think she might like me too?” he asks, quietly. As if you could hear him somehow.

Benny nods, excitement in those bright blue eyes. “Hell yeah she does, Fish! You’re her fucking phone lockscreen. Girls don’t just do that.”

“I don’t know, man, we’re best friends. That might not mean shit.”

The blonde puts his hands on the brunette’s shoulders. “Listen to me, Frankie. I’ve known you’re into her for like a year now. I know she likes you too. It’s time, you gotta ask her out.”

“Really?” He asks, brown eyes widening. “I don’t think so. That could fuck everything up,” he says, the anxiety in his voice.

“Trust me,” Benny nods. “It won’t.”

Frankie’s grinning ear to ear. “Alright. Tomorrow night, I’ll ask her to meet us here, but it’ll be just me. I’ll ask her out, how does that sound?”

“That sounds fuckin’ amazing, man!” Benny exclaims. “I’m happy for you. She’s a great girl and you’re a great guy.”

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” he asks, wringing his cap in his hands.

He nods. “Go for it, Fish.”

- Frankie never gets the chance.

The next night you float into the bar, absolutely on cloud nine. You’re grinning ear to ear and it only widens when you see Frankie, rushing over and hopping on the stool. “Hey Fish,” you coo and kiss his cheek.

Frankie’s stunned. “Hey. How was your day?” He asks hesitantly, looking at how flustered and happy you look.

“So good,” you laugh. “I actually got asked out. Like, on a date. This really sweet guy, friend of a coworker. His name is Sam.”

Frankie’s sure you can hear the crack that echoes inside his ribcage. His heart splits in two and to hide a quivering lip, he raises his glass to his lips and takes a swig of his beer.

You continue to talk about him, noticing his silence. “How was yours?” You ask, frowning a little at how tense he is. You rest a hand on his upper arm.

Frankie does his best not to flinch from your touch. “Not great,” he chuckles and clears his throat. “I kinda fucked something up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you pout and stroke his arm softly. “Can I help you with it? Do you need to talk about it?”

He shakes his head quickly, standing from his stool. “No, just a personal thing. Hey, I’m gonna run and piss, the other guys will be here soon. Order something, it’s on me.”

Frankie’s gone into the bathroom before you can even process it. You frown a little but the smile returns as you order the drink and think about Sam.

Frankie locks himself in a stall and texts the other men.

D-SQUAD 🚁

Frankie: mission aborted. You guys need to come to the bar now so I don’t look like a chump.

Benny: what happened?

Frankie: a guy asked her out today. she’s taken now I guess

He stares at his phone and sends one last text.

Frankie: and don’t you dare mention it to her. make her tell you first.

He slides his phone in his pocket and leans against the wall of the bathroom stall, letting out a deep sigh. This is all shit. He’s a coward, and he should’ve done something sooner.

He finally returns and sits next to you on a barstool. There’s a smile on his face that you’d notice was plastered if your mind wasn’t so wrapped up in your day. “So. Tell me about him. I’m happy for you, you know that?”

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⌗ rules & guidelines ❜

before you follow ★ this is a smut account, aka it is 100% nsfw. i only write what i want, for who i want, and when i want. ot22. yes i do write for jisung, so you can filter out his tags (#park jisung smut, #jisung smut) if you are not comfortable with that. but hate asks about the subject are useless. this blog may include hard kinks on occasion don’t kink shame or you will get blocked.

do not interact ☆ if you are under 18 years old; minors fuck off. if i suspect you are a minor, i’m blocking you. any of the following: bots, racists, homophobes, transphobes, xenophobes, catfish, islamaphobes, etc. radfems/terfs fuck off. l*cas apologists, i refuse to talk about him so do not send me asks about him. if you send hate or bully other users, don’t follow me. i do not tolerate that kind of behavior on my blog.

⌗ frequently asked questions ❜

𝟎𝟏. when will you post xxx fic?

when i finish it! i frequently suffer from writers block, but i get to get drabbles and stuff out at the very least. however, you can always send hard hours asks for little headcanons.

𝟎𝟐. can i repost your fic if i give credits?

no. in no way, shape, or form will i ever allow this. you may not repost my works. i do not allow translations at the moment. if you see someone reposting my stuff, please report them and let me know so i can ask them to take it down. on any site where people post fanfictions. that is plagiarism.

𝟎𝟑. who do you write for?

taeil, yuta, kun, doyoung, jaehyun, winwin, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, yangyang, shotaro, sungchan, chenle and jisung.

𝟎𝟒. i’m not 18, but i’m mature. can i follow?

no.

𝟎𝟓. what do you write?

I'll write mostly anything that isn't a hard pass. anything from dom!idol, sub!idol, to no power dynamics. hard and soft kinks. don't hestitate to ask! make sure to read warnings for fics.

𝟎𝟔. what do you not write?

i am not comfortable writing about scat or vomit, abuse of any kind, rape, pregnancy outside of a breeding kink, dad aus, age play, any illnesses or disorders, exclusive m/m ships, or actual incest.

𝟎𝟕. you said you don’t write m/m but there’s some in x?

i don’t write only m/m. you won’t find a jaemin x jeno fic on my blog, but in threesomes or orgies, there may be some male interaction because it’s awkward to me to focus on only one person.

𝟎𝟖. what groups do you stan? who is your bias?

i stan far too many groups to list here, so if there’s a specific group you’re curious about, you can ask!

⌗ notes & small reminders ❜

𝟎𝟏. i am not comfortable sharing personal information, so please do not ask for my real name, details of my private life that could expose personal information, etc. i will not ever do a face reveal. all you need to know is what i have stated already. please don’t pry.

𝟎𝟐. please don’t try to force relationships nor try to wiggle yourself into it if i share any of the details of my relationship with someone. even as a joke. it makes me uncomfortable.

𝟎𝟑. my blog is not request based. i do not take requests unless otherwise stated, and if you send a request, it will be deleted immediately. i write what i want which also means unless i ask, i do not take any suggestions or criticism on what i do choose to write. however, feedback is always appreciated.

𝟎𝟒. please read the title of my ask box before sending an ask. it usually just says “no reqs” meaning no requests, however on occasion, it will be titled “[member] birthday bash”

⌗ list of fun kinks ❜

please note that this list is not all encompassing, meaning that there may be kinks that i enjoy writing about that aren’t on this list! don’t be afraid to ask questions.

if text is highlighted in red, that means it’s a harder kink and more commonly triggering or one that i write with caution. any text highlighted in blue is a personal favorite to write about.

begging breath play breeding bulge kink cbt cnc/dubcon cockwarming collaring/leashing corruption cum play dacryphilia dollification double penetration dumbification edging free use exhibitionism forced submission gangbang gun play humiliation impact play knife play marking mess nipple play oral fixation orgasm control orgasm denial overstimulation pet play petnames piss kink possession power play praise sadism size kink/training somnophilia spit strength kink/manhandling teasing temperature play thigh & tit fucking

updated aug 02 2022

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1ddotdhq · 4 years

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👻Wed 21 Oct ‘20👻

Boobiegate begins! Celebtm has published its expose about Briana and her alleged sugar daddy, Micheal Straus. He claims that the reason he gave her thousands of dollars was because she was broke and he was raised by a single mom, so he felt bad for her. The article goes through the ways in which Briana’s OWN FAMILY called her “unstable” (pot, kettle much?) and then! AND THEN!!! Goes through babygate! They outline all of it - that people think Louis is gay and with Harry, that she’s photoshopped pregnancy pictures, that they are photoshopping pictures, that Louis never sees Freddie, ALL OF IT. In front of each claim, they quote a fan, so it cleverly seems like they themselves are not making the assertion, but as anyone who has reported anything in this fandom would know, everyone has an opinion. The ones you AMPLIFY are the ones that you legitimize, and Celebtm even went as far as linking tumblr masterposts on all things babygate if anyone wanted to dig into it. Well, better y’all than us! In the end, however, they do take a strong stand, saying: “Whatever the truth is about Freddie’s parentage, it’s clear that Jungwirth has secrets. While the vast majority of babygate proof is speculation and fan rumor, it does paint a picture of a woman hiding something. Whether or not Tomlinson is in on the secret or being cheated remains to be seen.”

Louis himself has said nothing, nor do I expect him to. Michael Malarkey, a former co-star of Danielle’s, posted a tweet with a picture of Louis, saying “WE LOVE YOU LOUIS” after seeing it trend on twitter and then plugged his own music. I assume that this random shout out is related to the stir that Celebtm’s article caused, but, honestly, maybe he just really loves Louis. I can certainly relate.

Liam is doing his best to steal my title of *ghost* writer, as he makes a spooky halloween account: let’s all welcome Cornelius the Ghost to this year’s Halloween shenanigans! It is unclear what Cornelius’ role in the show will be, or if this is an eroda style RPF lead up to Halloween. He is a cloaked figure who is haunting Liam for information about the Halloween LP show via Instagram. Silly ghost, you should be haunting this blog instead! We have you covered (cloaked? You get it)! MUAs on Twitter have begun to send in their Halloween looks into Liam’s competition and they are VERY spooky. I’m not a fan of horror but campy, spooky Halloween fun? Sign me TF UP!

Golden is LIVE...or is it??? Golden is impacting radio stations and climbing some radio charts, despite the Official Date of Impact being the 26th, I guess they just couldn't wait. I have not heard it on my local radio, but I’m more of a Spotify kinda gal, anyways. I think stations have started to jump the gun and are playing it, in spite of any official dates. Eroda has stirred, at any rate, and added a description to their Lighthouse attraction. They are describing it as, “Eroda’s famous lighthouse is the perfect place to catch a beautiful golden sunset”. Very nice, very romantic! The picture that immediately comes to mind is the last shot of the WMI director's cut where the cute couple walks into the sunset. Sigh, I love that music video.

Harry is VERY in LA; he’s meeting fans, taking pictures, hanging out with his costar Florence Pugh, and wearing his rings again! He didn’t have surgical gloves over them this time, so we can see that they aren’t ALL back, but his plain bands (including the peace ring!) are firmly on his fingers. One fan who met him asked him to take a picture of her and her friend, and she bought dessert for him. In return, he covered hers - or, sorry, an anonymous patron paid for her dessert - it’s always nice to see that his mother raised him well! We also got a little throwback to last Christmas (I gaaaveee you my heaaarrrttt) with Harry sitting on Santa’s Lap in an LA party, presumably around the time of Fine Line’s release. I guess those North Pole Catfishers from last month were onto something!

Niall and Capitol Records are celebrating three years of Flicker, so Happy Birthday, it should be walking on its own and forming complete sentences by now, and at least a meter tall, if Freddie is anything to go by! Niall is celebrating by spending the day in a recording studio with british singer songwriter Anne Marie, who’s dream collab was Niall! Go girl, make it happen! He was playing an acoustic guitar, and hopefully making more of that new music he’s been teasing in interviews over the last week.

#Louis #liam #harry #niall #hi this is my public apology to everyone who thought that Louis was gonna get dragged into boobiegate you were right #BUT ALSO I was right in that neither Freddie or Louis are going to be brought up in small claims court #this is just gonna blow up on gossip sites - including this one!#also reminder: this blog and discourse are in fandom resources #and we do not want to be linked or quoted anywhere else #if you are looking for opinions please look elsewhere #and yeah I love Liam and the whole Ghost thing how amazing!#anyways!#song of the day!#Every Grain of Sand by Bob Dylan #new late night theory! Cornelius is ZAYN reprising his role from the flames video

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fullsunskyy · 5 years

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BTS Social Media Fic Rec Masterlist

I really love SMAU’s so I’ve created a masterlist of all the fics I’ve found. This was mostly so I could keep track of what I’ve read, what chapter I was on for ongoing fics, and ones I haven’t read yet but I felt like it might be helpful so here you go. (Here is the NCT and Stray Kids masterlist as well)

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these fics, I just enjoyed them. Please go and support the authors!

Key:

Completed [ ✔ ] In progress [ 🌸 ] Discontinued [❌] Skyler’s Fav’s [ ❤️]

(TWT)- Twitter (lol sorry for some of the titles, not all had titles so I did my best to give them one)

Updated: 11/6/19 All links should be working!

Apparently I hit the link limit (whoops). Links still seem to work on mobile BUT here is a google doc of the post which is also linked on my page! https://docs.google.com/document/d/15ZAn-jX4btrBVUQRSaUwyb4aeh923a5ntdfWtA8szlg/edit?usp=sharing

Fav Writers:

@firebettercallnct (Seriously read every word she’s ever written)

@njssi

@gukooky

@bloomsuga

@mackenziexosborne

@hxseok-honee

BTS x YN/ ?? x YN

Exposed by @lysjeon [✔]

The Lonely Hearts Club by @cinnaminsvga [✔]

In God We Thrust by @cinnaminsvga [✔]

Alibi by @minyoongone [✔]

Before That by @asteriaguk [🌸]

Locked Out of Heaven by @cinnaminsvga [🌸]

Nameless (Interactive) by @firebettercallnct [🌸]

Mystery Boy by @sunsetsjk [🌸] (Currently Reading-ch 10)

Online by @inclebtsmix [🌸]

Fake Love by @hxneysuga [🌸][❌]

Life: The Biggest Troll by @adorajoon [❌]

OT7/OT8 (YN)

Spilled Milk by @adorajoon

Tag, You’re It by @hxseok-honee [🌸]

Tropicana by dragunjk [✔]

Jin x YN

Roses by @bloomsuga [ ✔ ]

Love Maze by @sighobii [✔]

Alibi by @minyoongone [✔]

Flower Girl by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

Online by @inclebtsmix [✔]

True by @bangtannguk-au [✔]

24/7 by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Soulmate Tattoos by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Let’s Get Married by @hangsangwithbts [🌸]

Namjoon x YN

Anonymous by @bloomsuga [✔]

Love Is by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Fuck Feelings by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

Cuffed by @firebettercallnct [✔]

Baby by @dayinseoul [✔]

Meaningless by @sighobii [✔]

Idol AU by @joonsintro [✔?]

300 Miles til Disaster Highway by @cinnaminsvga [🌸]

Live and Love by @lysjeon [🌸]

Hoseok x YN

Diss-Trackt Me by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

When Worlds Collide by @dayinseoul [✔]

Fool For Your Love by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Turn by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) [✔] (link to tag ‘social media au’ pg 15- no ML- scroll down to intros and part one)

One Time Thing by @bangtann-bangdamn [✔]

Just Watch by @hxseok-honee [🌸]

Catfish by @mackenziexosborne [🌸]

Metanoia by @minty-minmin [🌸]

Starstruck by @hopeworldfan [🌸]

Yoongi x YN

Diss-Trackt Me by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

Shameless by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

Forever, We are Young by @bloomsuga [✔]

Sweet Like Candy by @lysjeon [✔]

Fuck Feelings by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

No Autographs by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

When Worlds Collide by @dayinseoul [✔]

I Found by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Distant Love by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Shut Up by @tae-hyungsoo [✔]

Daddy Diaries by @bts-reveries [✔]

Next Door by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Epiphany by @hxneysuga [✔]

Unlikely Alliance by @bts-celestials [✔]

Spilled Milk by @adorajoon

Call This Love by @minyoongone [✔]

Now You See Me by @minsugapie [✔]

The Real You by @minty-minmin [✔]

Meaningless by @sighobii [✔]

Home by @bangtannguk-au [✔]

No Sleep by @kameliminx [✔]

Under Construction by @luffles424 [✔]

Lessons of Love by @honeyminyg [✔]

Nice Guys Break Hearts by @kpopbopz [✔]

Daddy Diaries by @bts-reveries [✔]

Cypher by @bangtan-nugget [✔]

College AU by @joonsintro [✔?]

Just Watch by @hxseok-honee [🌸]

Tranquility by @peacefulmoonflower [🌸]

Find My Iphone by @ediblesuga [🌸]

Dancing Emotions by @honeyminyg [🌸]

Serendipity by @halfmoonbts [🌸]

Sleepless by @yojeongin [🌸]

To Win Or To Lose by @firebettercallnct [❌]

Bloom Again by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) [❌] (link to tagged ‘bts college au’- ML doesn’t work)

Jimin x YN

Undo It by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

Clearly Confused by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

Angelic by @frgt-me-not [✔]

Pining by @firebettercallnct [✔]

The Music of Fate by @softlyjiminie [✔]

I Hate You, I Love You by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Stardust by @bangtannguk-au [✔]

A Broken Heart is Hard to Fix by @whatspoppin-yoongi [✔]

Alibi by @minyoongone [✔]

Turn by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) [✔] (link to tag ‘social media au’ pg 15- no ML- scroll down to intros and part one)

Epiphany by @hxneysuga [✔]

Convenience Store Guy by @blue-mold-gi [✔]

Is it Fake Love? By @minty-minmin [✔]

Lust to Love by @bts-celestials [✔]

Only Strangers by @hxneysuga [✔]

Soulmate Tattoos by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Serendipity by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [🌸]

I Bet You Can’t by @btsocialau [🌸]

Player by @halfmoonbts [🌸]

Redland by @silverlightqueen [🌸]

Daisies by @silverlightqueen [🌸]

Quiet Hours by @srwbrycke [🌸]

Supernatural AU by @joonsintro [🌸]

Taehyung x YN

Star Crossed by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [✔] [ ❤️]

Diss-Trackt Me by @njssi[✔] [ ❤️]

Undo It by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

Collide by @bloomsuga [✔]

Vienesse by @lysjeon [✔]

Happy Accidents by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

Mint by @kookoosbunnynose [✔]

Limerence by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [✔]

Love Maze by @sighobii [✔]

Under a Shadow by @firebettercallnct [✔]

Brighter Than Heaven, Darker Than Hell by @hxseok-honee [✔]

I’ll See Your True Colors by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Jump Cut (1) by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) (2nd link is too OG posting, scroll to bottom and read up) [✔]

Epiphany by @hxneysuga [✔]

Online by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Fake Love by @nakajeno [✔]

Compass by @yojeongin [✔]

Exchange by dragunjk [✔]

Compass by @yojeongin [✔]

Trust Issues by @taehyungieaa [✔]

Heir by @bangtannguk-au [✔]

All I Want by @ddaengyoongs [✔] (No ML- linked to tag)

Reply Back To Me by @diorjeons (prev. tokyojeons) [✔] (Linked to ML but wont open in separate blog tab but opens on dash)

Cafe Terrace at Night by @srwbrycke [✔]

College Dad AU by @joonsintro [🌸?]

The Duff by @softlyjiminie [🌸]

Rumor Has It by @bangtann-bangdamn [🌸]

Fire Escape Felonies by @ahgastae [🌸]

Talk Slow by @njssi [🌸]

Switched by @minty-minmin [🌸]

Always on My Mind by @justapotatonow [🌸]

Heir by @bangtan-nugget [🌸]

Reverie by @frgt-me-not [🌸]

Tongue Tied by @hxseok-honee [🌸]

Jungkook x YN

Kiss Marry Kill by @firebettercallnct [✔] [ ❤️❤️]

Roomies by @firebettercallnct [✔] [ ❤️]

Stay and Cook by @firebettercallnct [✔] [ ❤️]

Press Start by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [✔] [ ❤️]

Undo It by @njssi [✔] [ ❤️]

Mark My Words by @bangtann-bangdamn [✔]

Bloom by @bloomsuga [✔]

Incoming Text by @cinnaminsvga [✔]

Til Death Do Us Part by @cinnaminsvga [✔]

Oh my god, they were roommates by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

Happy Accidents by @mackenziexosborne [✔]

An Honest Lie by @dayinseoul [✔]

Star-Crossed Haters by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Marguerite by @frgt-me-not [✔]

Love Maze by @sighobii [✔]

Cuffed by @firebettercallnct [✔]

Social Media Au by @foreverpark (prev. lovewyself) [✔]

Jump Cut (1) by @minyoongone (Previously black-nabi) [✔] (2nd link is too OG posting, scroll to bottom and read up)

I’ll See Your True Colors by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Next Door by @inclebtsmix [✔]

Tattooed by @bangtan-nugget [✔]

Crossroads by @lunapjm [✔]

Flowerbomb by @goshguk [✔]

Feeble by @jkslug [✔]

Ice Queen by @kookmejeon [✔]

Let’s Get It by @diorjeons (prev. Tokyojeons & jjkspout) [✔] (Linked to ML but wont open in separate blog tab but opens on dash or mobile)

Highschool AU by @joonsintro [✔]

Fake Love by @nakajeno [✔]

Game Over-Restart? By @minty-minmin [✔]

Compass by @yojeongin [✔]

Bestfriend!Kook au by @lokojk [✔]

Compass by @yojeongin [✔]

Messy Love by @hxseok-honee [✔]

Trust Issues by @taehyungieaa [✔]

Only Strangers by @hxneysuga [✔]

Just Another Boy by @srwbrycke [✔]

I Hate That I’m In Love With You by @prkchimins [🌸]

Magic Shop by @seokinkjin [🌸]

Taste of Lies by @firebettercallnct [🌸] [ ❤️]

Breathe by @bloomsuga [🌸]

Ardent by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [🌸]

Euphoric by @httpsolros [🌸] (Linked to ch 1, no ML)

Two Can Play This Game by @lofihope [🌸]

Dancing Emotions by @honeyminyg [🌸]

You Could Call it Love by @gukooky (prev. lovelyyyoongi) [🌸]

Bad Time For A Good Time by @urlocalkpoptrash [🌸] (linked to ch 1, no masterlist for fic)

~Ships~

Yoonmin

Just Focus On Me by @thisfoolishdestiny [✔]

Denouement by @thisfoolishdestiny [✔]

Yoonmin Rapper/idol Social Media au by @vicetaes [✔]

Yoonmin Souncloud Rapper/idol Social Media au by @vicetaes [✔]

Bad Love by @luneguk [✔]

Fanboy by @luneguk [✔]

Tinder AU by @mintysugasweet [✔]

Next In Line by @goldenclosetkook [✔]

Orchestra AU by @meinkleinerangel [🌸]

Yoonmin Idol/Dancer AU by @btssocialaus [🌸]

No Strings Attached by @pasteljooonie [🌸] (Search ‘NSAPJ’ or ‘Social Media AU’ on authors tumblr and scroll to bottom-no ML.)

Keep Me Company by @goldenclosetkook [🌸?]

Jikook

Focus (On Me!) by @kookiesangels [✔] [ ❤️]

(TWT) FBI AU by tiniemnie [✔] [ ❤️]

Hickeys At 3AM by @jiminsrighthand [✔]

Bunnies are Cute by @busanaus [✔]

Happy Accidents by @goldenclosetkook [✔]

Over My Head by @youneedtohajima [✔]

Fake Boyfriend AU by @youneedtohajima [✔]

Criminal AU by @jiminspineapples [✔]

You and I ☕️ by @littlemochi13 [✔]

Protego by @jeonslilmonster [✔]

Soulmate AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔]

My Dream Guy by @little-star-in-the-universe [✔]

Weed Make a Good Couple by @busanaus [✔]

Rose AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔]

Neighbors AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔]

Dream AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔]

Studio Ghibli AU by @busanaus [✔]

Secret Admirer AU by @busanaus [✔]

Calico AU by @jeonslilmonster [✔]

Idol AU by @busanaus [✔]

(TWT) Writer AU bu tiniemnie [✔]

(TWT) Idol AU by tiniemnie [✔]

(TWT) Fanboy AU by minggvk [✔]

(TWT) Magic Shop by youneedtohajima/tinyfude [✔]

(TWT) Pin Against a Wall AU by youneedtohajima/tinyfude [✔]

Catfish by @busanaus [✔]

The Lily and The Eagle by @wingswillholdmeup [✔]

Waste It On Me by @kpopbopz [🌸]

The Nonsense of Destiny by @littlemochi13 [🌸]

Packages And Palettes 🎀by @kookiesangels [🌸] (No ML-linked to tag, scroll down tag list for ch 1)

Taekook

17 by @whippedcris [✔]

Sugar… Daddy? by @whatspoppin-yoongi [✔]

Sugar Coated Comfort by @miniyoonssi [✔] (Search ‘taekook au’ on author page and scroll down. ML doesn’t work atm)

Taekook/Yoonmin/Namjin AU by @brightlytae [✔]

Compass by @yojeongin [✔]

Just a Prank by @whippedcris [🌸]

Vmin

Pla(n)tonic Soulmates by @whatspoppin-yoongi [✔]

Only Fools Fall by @kpopbopz [✔]

Vminkook

Taegi

Through The Screen by @goldenclosetkook [🌸]

Sparkles by @goldenclosetkook [🌸?]

Yoonkook

Play With Me Softly by @goldenclosetkook [✔]

Mozzafiato;breathtaking by @jeonslilmonster [✔]

Sope

From Broken Endings by @goldenclosetkook [✔]

Black Hole Churning by @youneedtohajima [✔]

Namjin

Namkook

I See You Everyday, I Think About You Every Night by @goldenclosetkook [✔]

Poly

Right Thru Me by @hxseok-honee [✔]

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ohholyfanfics · 5 years

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2k19/2K20 Master-list Part 1

Here is this year's official master-list post.

Updated on August 7th, 2020

Series:

CEO!Niall Revisited:

One|

The Statue (T.Holland):

master list

Daycare (T.Holland):

One| Two| Three| Four

College Series (T.Holland): on hiatus

One

Catfish (T.Holland): *Finished*

One|Two|Three|Four

Happens In Vegas (N.Horan)

One| Two

Cherries & A Little Loving ( T. Holland)

Prologue| One

Buttered Croissant (J.Bassett)

Prologue| One| Two

Tom Holland:

Take Out and Cheap Wine

Cold In LA

Just For A Moment

What Changed

Common Sense

Phase’s

Turn of Events

Love Again

Second Chances

Mexican Sunsets

Princess’

Disney World

Drive Me Wild

The Talk

Across The Hall

Shooting Star | Shooting Star Part 2

Any Chance

Mac n’ Cheese (Single Parent AU)

Deal

Compliment War

Best of Lovers

Love Is Poison

Sweater

Sweater Part 2

Comfort Chats (Single Parent AU)

Pretty Girl

Cheap Wine

Rope Swings

Like a Date

Mob Tom

The Hots

Treats (CEO! Reader)

A Romantic (CEO! Tom)

Sam Holland:

Rainy Days

Like Mum (Single Parent AU)

Harry Holland:

Best Part of Me

Understand

Lives

Petals & Vanilla

Bitter. Unforgiving. Pain

Model

What about my dog

Coffee Shops

Selfish

Not What You Need

Truth

Take it Slow

Moonlight

Your Warmth

Sing to Me

Lucy To Have You

Puppies

Cross the way

Tutor Center

Green, Yellow and Red Cups

Debate

Special

Smile

Safe

I Was Wrong

Know You

Fresh Start

Worries

Waves

Skipped

Best For last

Like a Date

Storms & I love you’s

Sugar Rush

What We Planned

I Want Us

Soft Whimpers

His Girl (Mob! Harry)

Lunch Time (CEO! Harry)

Harrison Osterfield:

First Date

Spring Training (Baseball AU)

Graduation

Yellow Dress

Self-Quarainte

Her Little Helper

Facebook Girl

Four Days

Less talking *smut*

Made for You

Reckless, Fearless

Peter Parker:

His Gir

Maggie’s Sitter

Endearing

Late Nights

New Guy

Iced Coffee

Shawn Mendes:

Love Drunk

Blessed

Not Her Dream

Wrong Door

Different

Stumbling In Love (Prince Shawn)

The Talk

Cycle

Like a Mummy & Daddy (Single Parent AU)

Cop Shawn

Harry Styles:

Spill or Fill Your Guts

Pillow

Petals & Vanilla

Bitter. Unforgiving. Pain

What about my dog

Not What You Need

Take it Slow

Puppies

Smiles

Safe

I Was Wrong

Know You

Fresh Start

Worries

What We Planned

Soft Whimpers

His Girl (Mob! Harry)

Lunch Time (CEO! Harry)

Bradley Simpson:

Being in Love

Too Early

Is it your shirt?

But he was driving

Early Birthday Surprise

Rainstorm

Helping Hand

Champagne & Strawberries (CEO! Reader)

Niall Horan:

Mommy Love’s You

Make A Wish

Distracted

Something More

Pop-Star

Stay

Loveliest Pair

Dreamboat

Exposed

Like It Was Meant Too

Bad Girlfriend

Not Enough

City Bench

All I Want

Wool Blanket

Football Team

Wake up Call

Something Wonderful

Shitty Wine

Can She Move In

Boy trouble

Something New

10 Years

Promises

Hustler

Normal

It’s A Date (CEO! Niall)

Future

Louis Tomlinson:

I want this, us

Lucky

Joshua Bassett:

Green Cup

Long Nights

Closed Doors

Lime

Bonfire

No More Green Cups

New Territory

Twenty Minutes *Smut*

Ignored & Jealous Feelings

Stay a While

Love Songs & Spilled Feelings

Interviews & Celebrity Crushes

Bad Reputations & Feelings

Buttered Croissant

Freshmen Week *smut*

Spin the bottle & Official Titles

Sunrise & Family Loving

Take outs & Cravings *smut*

Songs & Sweet Stuff

Favors & Garden Parties

First Times & Lacrosse Jerseys

Lives &. Christmas Lights

Coffee Girl

Cranberry Vodka

True Crime

Say It *smut*

Blissful *smut*

Moonlight & Seaside

Cute

Milo Manheim:

Stick Figures

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Haaaah I need more Rathbone content but I dont know what to request. Rathbone falling for the barista who makes his fraps and has an only fans account? Or the sugar mom who he catfished? Or maybe a reader who thinks she can use her platform to escape and expose how dangerous he is but is swiftly stopped and caught by his dad's connections and gets an ultimatum to be with his son or suffer? Ugh I want to know way too much about him 😞 you made such a good OC that I can't even lol

Subject: OC, Rathbone Desrosiers

Title: Cyberstalker (Barista!Reader)

Trigger Warning: Cyberstalking, kidnapping, conspiracy theories, obsession

Needless to say, Rathbone was obsessed. At first, you were just another barista to him, a pretty smile and messy handwriting that left him wondering if you’d ever spelled his name right, but... You looked him in the eye. You saw him. The thought of someone like you paying attention got him in excited in a way he couldn’t describe: sweaty palms, dry mouth, and an embarrassing stiff... He must have been in love with you.

So naturally, he started cyberstalking you.

All he had to do was open Snapchat in your Starbucks store and look through the Bitmojis until he saw yours with your adorable nickname. From there, he searched your username and found an account with your full name. With your full name, a quick search gives him everything he wants: your phone number, email, and even a spotlight from your high school newspaper which has recently gone digital. And just a few hundred bucks thrown at the right creeps gets him into your Facebook, Instagram—everything.

He can see your drafted pictures, flirty selfies in your cloud, even drafted tweets about some nasty people: usually annoying customers.

And then he found your OnlyFans.

The thought of seeing your nude pics for just a couple bucks had him HARD. He was more than eager to put in his card information, because supporting creators is important, and when he deigned to open a video that cost him $20... It wasn’t a nude or you touching yourself or even flirting with the camera like some of your drafted TikToks. It was a video about him.

Your entire OnlyFans page was dedicated to conspiracy theories about his family and their potential mafia ties. You talked about how his family made business rivals vanish and that he was a spoiled rich boy with no respect for others, hoarding wealth in his creepy mansion that no one could locate.

Rathbone was an adult. He could handle criticism. He could handle you talking shit about him to strangers on the internet—“DADDY!!!” Mr. Desrosiers remains stoic as he flips through your OnlyFans, he watches every video and then turns off Rathbone’s iPad.

“I’ll handle this,” he said, “I’m proud of you for bringing this to my attention son.”

Something in that sentence fills Rathbone with both pride and shame. But it is your fault for betraying him after the special relationship you shared.

The next time he visits Starbucks, you aren’t there. He shouldn’t be surprised, this happens to people like you. Your social media is filled with statuses that say you’re on vacation, but he knows you aren’t coming back to work or your house anytime soon. He’d even written some of the statuses himself.

When he gets home, Mr. Desrosiers has a present for him. Rathbone follows his father into the living room, and to his surprise, you’re there. You’re bound and gagged with duct tape to a chair, burly guards standing on either side of the room. His father hands him your cellphone and says, “Go nuts. You earned this one.” You’re a present for Rathbone, a reward for snitching on your OnlyFans.

With unlimited access to your life in his hands, Rathbone does the thing he’s been dreaming about for a very long time. He rips the duct tape off your mouth, crouches behind you and snaps a selfie. “Smile!” He posts the picture on Instagram with the caption: “SPENDING THE WEEKEND WITH BAE. NO SERVICE WHERE WE ARE, SEE YOU NEVER.”

#raven writes #original characters #OC #Rathbone Desrosiers #yandere #male yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #rathbone x reader #so much social media in one post #tw cyberstalking #tw kidnapping #tw conspiracy theories #tw obsession

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Netflix’s Clickbait Ending: Was Nick Guilty?

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Warning: contains Clickbait finale spoilers.

First up, fair play to any production that manages to deliver in the middle of this pandemic. Netflix thriller Clickbait started filming in Melbourne in December 2019, was forced to stop in March 2020, then came back eight months later and got the job done. That is no mean feat and praise is owed to all concerned.

The precise nature of Clickbait’s job was to create a twist-filled thriller, which it absolutely did. The eight-part Netflix series is thick with twists, red herrings and ‘wait a goddam minute’ cliff-hangers that ensure you do as the title suggests and click ‘Next Episode’. In its frenzy to keep us all guessing until the end though, it took a few logic-missing leaps. For anybody still not clear on the ending, or for those who gave up halfway but still want to find out how things wrapped up, here’s what went down.

Who kidnapped Nick Brewer?

Easy one. That was Simon Burton and his stoner friend Daryl. Six months before they kidnapped Nick, Simon’s sister Sarah killed herself after she was rejected and goaded to do it by her online boyfriend ‘Jeremy’. Simon and Daryl then found messages between Sarah and Jeremy on her phone, read about him in her journal, and tracked down an online photograph of him under his real name: Nick Brewer. They thought Nick was the one taking advantage of Sarah, and he was responsible for her suicide. So they ambushed Nick on his cycle to work, drugged him and tied him up in the back of a van, then filmed him holding signs saying “I abuse women” and “At 5 million views I die”, and released the video anonymously online.

Why did Simon and Daryl need the video to get five million views before killing Nick?

No reason, other than they wanted to publicly expose Nick as an abusive cheat and destroy his reputation in grand style. Whether they would have just let him go if the views hadn’t rolled past the five million point, we don’t know. Daryl, who is not bright, did get excited about the video going viral and them getting “famous”, but whether he was expecting fame as a murderer, kidnapper or the anonymous maker of a video, is not clear.

Was Nick responsible for Sarah Burton’s suicide?

Not at all. Nick Brewer had never met Sarah Burton (whose online dating profile was under the name ‘Maggie Oxley’ for reasons undisclosed). ‘Maggie’ had never met ‘Jeremy’ in real life, and was being catfished by Dawn Gleed, the receptionist at Nick’s place of work. Dawn used Nick’s photographs and personal details gleaned from their friendship to pose as versions of him on multiple online dating sites, to fulfil her deep well of loneliness as a childless woman whose husband played with train sets. It was Dawn posing as Nick/Jeremy who irritably rejected Sarah because she was smitten with new cat fishing victim Emma, and told Sarah to make good on her suicide threat.

Why did Simon let Nick go?

Because he realised Nick was telling the truth about not being the one who’d messaged Sarah, and that the ‘evidence’ beach photo of Nick and Sarah together was clearly a Photoshop fake. (As Nick pointed out, the horizon wasn’t level.) Simon deliberately left Nick alone in the truck with access to a Stanley knife so he could cut through his restraints and escape. Simon pursued Nick with a gun, but let him go because Nick promised to find the person who had really typed that message to Sarah, to take them to the police and make them pay. Handily, the kidnap truck was parked within walking distance of Dawn Gleed’s house, so Nick went straight there having realised that Dawn was the only person who had access to his photographs and knew about his wife Sophie cheating on him. (Which Sarah Burton had written about in her journal.)

Who killed Nick?

Joe Gleed, Dawn’s husband, on the spur of the moment. Months earlier, Joe discovered that Dawn had been posing as Nick online to catfish women, and she promised him she’d stopped. When Nick’s kidnap became a top news story, and an angry, blood-stained, beaten Nick showed up at Dawn and Joe’s house after escaping his kidnappers, Joe hit him twice with the hammer he’d been using to destroy Dawn’s laptop, killing him. Then Joe dumped his body by the river. Days later, when the metadata from Dawn’s Photoshop pictures led Nick’s son Kai to Joe and Dawn’s house, they kidnapped him, went on the run and Joe was eventually shot dead by a police officer when he refused to give up his weapon.

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Who ran Emma Beesly’s car off the road?

That was Joe Gleed again. When Emma went to Nick’s office to lay flowers at his memorial and smell his scarf, Dawn ushered her away and presumably found out which hotel she was staying at in town. Joe then called her hotel room with a threat, and when that didn’t work, ran her off the road. Joe and Dawn were trying to make sure that Emma didn’t reveal she had never met Nick Brewer, so that the catfishing link wouldn’t come up, leading a trail back to Dawn.

Was Nick cheating on Sophie?

We assume not, and we never saw him cheat, but Nick did lie to Simon Burton in the back of that van when he told him that he didn’t have an online dating profile. Two years ago, before Dawn even got involved, Nick already had a dating profile on app D8R, on which he was registered under the name ‘Nick Chabot’ and pretending to be an architect from San Jose, rather than a physical therapist from Oakland. When Nick started work at the sports centre, Dawn synced Nick’s phone to his work computer and spotted a notification for a flirtatious message he’d received via the app from Mandy Harrison, who’d sent him bikini photos he complimented her on. So, Nick didn’t seem to be cheating/have cheated on Sophie, but he also wasn’t telling the whole truth either.

But Sophie had cheated on Nick?

Yes, that was all very straightforward. She’d had a brief affair with colleague Curtis Hamilton, who agreed to meet Nick in a bar and had a fight with him weeks before his kidnap, making Hamilton an early suspect in Nick’s murder.

Was Nick having sex with his volleyball students?

No, not that we know of, but his colleague Matt Aldin was having a sexual relationship with volleyball student Tara Wilson. When she broke it off, Matt became unreasonable and coercive and posted nude photos of Tara online as revenge. When questioned by Pia, Matt denied releasing the photos. He may have simply been lying, or perhaps the photo leak was also done by Dawn Gleed. The nude photos of Tara were stored on Matt’s work computer, to which we know Dawn had access as she planted the Photoshopped pictures there of Nick with Emma and Sarah, to frame Matt as the catfish who’d posed as Nick online.

Who was son Ethan talking to online?

A red herring named Alison. That was a good one. All the way through, we’d been led to be suspicious of Ethan and his online pal Al2005, but really, she was exactly who she says she was: an Oakland teen trapped inside her house due to anxiety and depression.

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Dinner Scene

I have no idea how to title this and I thought of this late at night just before falling asleep so I’m sorry if it’s so put together and makes no sense.

It’s a scenario in an AU I thought about late at night. It’s the reader living in a djinn infested world and coping with it. I might do more on it.

Warnings: Suggestive themes (Reader is basically naked in front of a lot of people), bad descriptions of a group eating, baby death, forced eating, prelude to dubcon, this is not romantic or reader friendly, very negative feels

The sky is stained red, the clouds became that way after the Djinn takeover. You grew to hate the color even though your ceiling was painted to look like the blue spotted with white puffs you used to know. You absentmindedly play a video game you managed to convince your master to let you keep. After playing it for about half a dozen times, you were no longer playing it for amusement or passing time. You are using it to distance yourself from your master and the world at large.

You master didn’t know any better, he just assumed it was important for you to complete if you forced yourself to isolation. He would walk in asking if you would like to attend his council meetings, you would say you were almost done with a level. Sometimes, he would ask if you would like a stroll in the gardens. Tempting as it was, you declined stating you were busy. You knew it was a matter of time before he grew weary of your childish games and you had to face the new reality.

“Pet.” Your master croaked in a definitive bark. You knew that tone, you couldn’t get yourself out of this one. “It’s dinner time with the council.”

You paused your game to turn towards the djinn you only knew as Nathaniel Demerest. Did he go by a different name other than Nathaniel and Master? You didn’t really care at this point. “Dinner with the council?”

“Yes. It happens every so often. Hopefully once a week if not more.” Nathaniel shrugs holding what appears to be gold chains. “Put these on, this will let them know you are mine.”

You slowly take the rope like metal noticing that it was like a very loose chainmail suit. Some of the links dangle freely at the chest area. You stand to put the gold over your tunic only to be stopped by Nathaniel.

“Without your clothes, dear.” He leers purring at your shocked expression. You gawk at him for a moment before nodding eyes cast to the floor. “Good pet.” You hear his groan as you undress in front of him.

You shimmy the gold links onto your body shivering at the cold contact. The dangling pieces magically connect themselves around the joining of your thighs and torso like a metal shibari scene. The last piece wraps around your neck snuggly at your pulse point. You gulp feeling your nipples harden from the cool caress of the gold rope framing them perfectly.

From the pleased look from your master, you can guess that he’s getting some form of power trip. You whimper when he yanks the neck piece connecting to the chest forward causing you to hop towards him. You screw your eyes shut as you feel his breath fan your face grimacing at the foul smell. A hot tongue glides from your neck to the underside of your jaw. Your stomach churns in disgust as Nathaniel purrs deeply taking in your scent.

“So sweet.” Nathaniel chuckles taking your nipples between his knuckles gently rolling them. “Mustn’t ruin dinner with having dessert right before.” He materializes another link of gold but places it over your head. It slides down like a veil dangling loosely towards your mouth. “Beautiful. Come, the council is waiting.”

Now you sit with your master at one slide of a very long table. Roughly ten djinn accompany you to a lavish feast of assorted meats and fruit covering the grand oak surface. The spread smells and looks delicious, if only the overall sight didn’t disgust you.

These djinn tore into the food like ravenous animals. Claws used to rip apart chunks of flesh off bone. Teeth gnashing and snarling if a djinn tried to steal a piece off another’s plate. They all act like they are starving by how fast they shove everything into their mouths. Nathaniel is wolfing down a leg of some large animal managing to break into the bone to suck out the marrow. An unopened cloche made its way to an orangish djinn who is taking his time and using medieval utensils. Once he lifts the top off, rats spew out causing a bloody frenzy on that end of the table. All the djinn of that end scramble to catch the vermin quickly ending their miserable lives with teeth or claws. One scurries towards you only to get stabbed by a knife by a blue djinn about six feet from your left.

You can’t bare the scene anymore. You are technically naked at a dinner table surrounded by high ranking djinn who have the same dining manners as Skeksis, if not worse. You close your eyes breathing softly through your nose allowing the sweet aroma of the fruits soothe you as much as it can. Your stomach still in tight knots from the whole situation.

One djinn across from you takes notice, “You need to eat, human pet.” You open your eyes seeing a portly yellow djinn lounging on his side using his magic to feed himself as one hand supports his head while the other rests on his large stomach.

He’s the epitome of lazy, you think bitterly to yourself. Then again everything’s at floor level since the table didn’t have legs so this djinn laying on his side isn’t too out of the ordinary. “I’m not allowed to eat.” You lie back straight making some poor excuse on the spot. If you can make a jab at Nathaniel might as well do it now.

Some of the other djinn are staring at you now, eyes either resting at your face or traveling your body. Your face heats up remembering that you are exposed to these djinn by order of your master. Shame bubbles from the empty pits of your stomach to hollow out the insides of your chest.

The yellow djinn practically spits his food out of his maw in a language you have never heard before gaining Nathaniel’s attention, “Why must you starve your pet? Its skin and bone already!”

“It is my pet you speak of.” Nathaniel growls holding a bone in a strong grip, you barely hear the thing crack in his fist. “I will do with it as I please.”

“At least, give it the fish.” The yellow djinn bemoans moving his head in his hand as if to snuff the conversation. “Have it eat the fats it needs.”

Nathaniel rolls his eyes using his magic to move a closed cloche in front of you before a red djinn pounced on it landing face first on the table. The rest of the hoard laughs cruelly at him as he slinks back to his seat. The silver half orb slides in front of you, heat still radiating off it. The yellow djinn watches in earnest as if desiring to see you eat.

“It’s a delicacy, my dear.” Nathaniel purrs taking hold of the handle. You are developing a sinking feeling as your master began to sugarcoat his words, “It was caught especially for this occasion.”

Once the cloche lid had been removed, you let out an ear-piercing scream jumping away from the table landing back on your hands. On the plate laid a once crispy roasted infant mermaid. Large glossy sunken eyes stared up with cloudy pupils giving it a blue hue. It’s Glasgow mouth in a permanent horrified frown exposing tiny pointed teeth framed by curled barbels like a catfish. The arms are flexing near the head like any sleeping baby would do exposing its webbed clawed hands. The tiny body laid on a bed of lemons and thyme giving it a delightful smell. The abdomen and fishy lower half are scored revealing tender white flesh.

The room erupts into uproarious laughter from the djinn. You feel your eyes grow misty from either embarrassment or how cruel they were being in taking enjoyment in your shock. Even Nathaniel has his head thrown back in mirth. You gulp trying to regain your composure by scooting back on your pillow. You feel even more exposed than you have been throughout this dinner.

“Come,” Nathaniel dug his claws into the dead baby taking a good chunk of uncanny fish meat out. His other hand grips the back of your head by the hair easily holding you in place. “You should try it!”

His fingers slip passed you lips shoving the food into your mouth. You struggle in his grasp hating the fact that what was placed into your mouth tasted delicious. The meat is flavorful, tender, and melts in your mouth. You swallow it tentatively earning a few smirks from the hoard. You glance at the orange djinn at the end, he seems to not have paid attention and is looking around trying to figure out what was so funny with a confused smile, fork in mouth.

You barely had time to find the humor in it before Nathaniel pushes you on the table pinning your arms underneath you. Fear’s cold grip clenches at your heart as you see the other djinn stare hungrily at you. Your attention is taken off them when you feel Nathaniel behind you rubbing your sex with the pads of his fingers, careful with his claws.

“I promised a dinner and a show.” Nathaniel announces before spreading your cheeks spitting a glob of salvia on your puckered hole. He purrs watching the excess drip down your sex, you shiver at the feeling. “Let the show begin.”

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