#SERIOUSLY ITS SO UNBELIEVABLY HOT

[sockdooe]

My god heart stopper is so goooodddddd

I’ve watched it twice which isn’t a lot but STILLLL

ITS SO SWEETTTTTT AND SAPPPYYY AND GAYYYYY

[stevenrogered]

ONE DAY ↳book > screen 

“Pick up the phone, Emma. Pick up pick up pick up pick up. No? Okay, well I’ve just remembered, you have your date tonight, don’t you? Your hot date. Well- have fun, call me when you get in, if you get in. Let me know what happens. Seriously, call me, soon as you can.”

He stumbles, catches his breath, then says: “Just an unbelievably shitty day, Em,” and falters again. He should hang up, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to see Emma Morley so that he might confess his sins, but she’s on a date. He pulls his mouth into a grin and says, “I’ll call you tomorrow. I want to know everything! Heartbreaker you.” He hangs up. Heartbreaker you.

Dexter stands shielded by the plastic carapace of the payphone booth, feels his face crumple inwards and his breath become broken and jagged, and as he starts to cry he tells himself that its just chemical, chemical, chemical. 

[sunfyresrider]

*ೃ༄HUNT YOU DOWN | DARK!NETEYAM

✧Tags. Porn w plot, predator/prey kink, mild dubcon, queue play, knife play. ✧Author’s Note. Sorry for the late post, I have been unbelievably sick this past week and my brain has not been functioning. I really hope you like anon and I did your request justice!<3

After being married for so long things can become boring, the sex gets progressively less exciting once you do the same things a hundred different times. Which is why you and Neteyam are no strangers to experimentation, although to others you might seem insane. Each time to push yourselves further, trying more taboo and possibly criminal acts. You always have fun, but right now you are seriously rethinking your choice.

You aren’t as fast as Neteyam nor are you as athletically inclined so whilst he’s chasing you down in the midst of the forest at eclipse you’re becoming genuinely scared. You’ll see flashes of him in the bushes or behind trees, you’ve heard his feet approaching you quickly from behind but he never takes you down. The fear was exhilarating, thoughts of what came after he caught you whirling in your mind.

He has this innate ability to hide himself, to act as the perfect predator hunting its prey. The ground crunches beneath you and twigs snap, bioluminescence plants are your only light source. You hear Neteyam quickly approaching, finally failing to mask his own footsteps. You don't know where he's coming from so you make a mad dash, hoping he won't see you.

Until your breath catches, and suddenly the footsteps stop, and you stop with them, straining to listen out for him. Your heart pounded within your chest, adrenaline fogging all of your senses. A sudden crash sounded, you jumped as his arm wrapped around your waist. He lifted you up off of your feet, holding you tightly as you screamed in fright, squirming.

“Caught you, muntxate,” Neteyam spoke in an almost mocking tone. With a grunt, he pushed you back onto the ground, positioning himself above you. “What shall I do with you, hm, yawntutsyìp?” His fingers trailed down your back, tugging at the strings that kept your cloths in place. A shiver went down your spine as he traced the curve of your spine, stopping when he reached the swell of your ass.

He slapped it roughly, making you gasp. “Can’t do anything with these on now, can I?” You faintly heard him unsheathe what you could only assume as his blade, a new sense of fear swirling up inside you. For a moment you squirmed in place, before he pushed you down, firmly holding you. “T-teyam what are you doing?” The cool touch of the blade grazed against your skin, a wave of heat building in your core. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you don’t get to question me. You’re my prey, remember?”

Neteyam slid the pointed metal downwards, slicing open the strings of your loincloth and top, revealing the rest of your body. His hands roamed freely, sliding over every curve. A sharp breath escaped you, biting your lip to prevent yourself from making any noise. Neteyam didn't seem to enjoy that. He reached up, gripping the base of your queue and pulling your head back, growling out a threat.

"don't hold back, muntxate. I want the whole forest to hear me fucking you.” He pulled on your queue, making your back arch. It was the most sensitive thing on your body, the pain sending shockwaves throughout you. Neteyam knew this, and he was taking advantage of that fact. His grip on you was tight, leaving no room for a struggle.

His cock throbbed in his loincloth, a wet patch forming in the fabric. His other hand gripped his cock, stroking it slowly, letting a loud groan slip from his lips. Seeing you so vulnerable drove him crazy, knowing he was in control of you. Neteyam teased your entrance, his hot pre-cum dripping onto you. You sucked in a deep breath, preparing to be stretched and filled to the brim.

The pain that came with so little preparation didn’t scare you, but rather fueled the growing arousal you felt. Neteyam pushed his way into your pussy, inch by inch until his full length was buried within you. You could feel him throb inside of you, his tip already hitting your womb. You were so malleable in his grasp, Neteyam wondered what else he could get away with.

His grip on your queue tightened as he began to thrust into you. Your screams of pleasure and pain lulling him into a state of hunger, his rough treatment turning you on. You were practically dripping around his cock, the lewd squelching sound of your pussy filling the otherwise quiet air.

Neteyam’s deep, guttural growls left goosebumps rising up your skin, each movement he made causing him to rub against your insides deliciously. Your legs quivered, tears welled up within your eyes as the wet tears trickled down your cheeks.

His fingers entangled with your queue, a newfound feeling blinding your every sense. It felt as though every nerve in your body was on fire, the sensation akin to pins and needles prickling across your skin. Your fingers scratched at the ground below, grasping desperately at the dirt. All of the feelings in your body heightened, the tight coil in your stomach threatening to break at any moment.

Your divine whimpers were still loud and clear, driving him even closer to his own climax. With every thrust, he hit the deepest parts of you, making sure he bottomed out each time. Neteyam’s teeth sunk into the crook of your neck. The mixture of emotions clouded your mind, overwhelming you. All you could muster were a few, slurred, pathetic words, incoherent yet recognizable all the same.

A shaky, pitiful whimper slipped from you as you struggled to say your words. "p-please..."

That was it.

Your cry was deafening, the final thrust stretching you to your limit. Neteyam forced his way into your cervix as thick ropes of cum filled you. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. Your cunt fully squeezing around him, milking him of all he had. The overwhelming intensity of your orgasm bursting through you, overpowering any other emotion in your body.

All you could do was writhe helplessly and clench around him, the last remnants of your juices splattering your inner thighs. The only noise left was the heavy sound of both of your breathing. The world around you becoming hazy and distant. You couldn’t hear the night creatures that lurked in the forest, nor the gentle breeze of the wind.

[soulprompts]

THE ART OF TIME SLIPPING. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

an absolute genius of a nonnie requested these, and i had a weekend off, and i wanted to write these because, i mean. time travel is a tasty concept on its own, but ACCIDENTAL time travel???? exceptional! anyway, my beloved nonnie, i truly hope that these are what you were looking for! and i hope everyone else enjoys them too! as always: DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OF PROMPTS! and do not claim them as your own!

FROM THE ACCIDENTAL TIME TRAVELLER:

“ look, i get it. I do. you have no reason to believe what i’m saying. but i promise you: i’m from the future. “

“ how many times do i need to tell you?! i’m not even born yet! you won’t see my birth records for months/years/centuries yet! “

“ wait… hold on a second, what year is it? “

“ you don’t even have the first idea what this feels like. i just found out that i somehow missed the last [INSERT TIME SPAN HERE] of my life, and in the blink of an eye. “

“ listen, this is going to sound mad, but… you’re my mother/father/parent [OR OTHER RELATIVE]. i can’t prove it, but you are. It’s the truth. i swear. “

“ i don’t understand how i came to your time. but i do know i need to get back to my one. “

“ i seriously wish you’d all stop asking me these questions! i don’t know how i got here! i just… slipped! it just happened! “

“ it’s so weird. all this stuff that’s going to happen between now and my time… i don’t even know if i should tell you about it. “

“ all the times i wanted to be alone, or i wanted to just be somewhere that nobody knew me… this isn’t what i wanted. “

“ i just want to go back to my own timeline. okay? I didn’t want any of this to happen. i never meant… this is so messed up. “

“ wait, you believe me?! i just told you a completely wild story about being from another time, and you just… trust that i’m being honest?! “

“ the wildest thing is, i didn’t do anything to get here. you know? i didn’t drive super fast, i didn’t turn a hot tub into a time machine. i just… i was home, then i was here. “

“ i guess there’s a risk it could happen to other people in my timeline, but i’m more concerned about me right now. “

" if i don't go back... there's no knowing what could happen. and if there's the slightest risk that you might stop existing if i choose to stay, then i don't wanna stay. your world needs you. okay? "

" hey. no matter what happens now, i want you to know that i'll never forget you. you believed me and my unbelievable story about time travel. that's not something that gets forgotten easily. "

TO THE ACCIDENTAL TIME TRAVELLER:

“ prove it. prove that you’re from a different time. then i might think about believing you. “

“ …sure… you’re from the future, yeah? okay pal, i believe you. so tell me, when was the last time you slept? “

“ this is some kind of dumb prank, isn’t it? wow. well done, well played, you nearly had me. jeez, time travel… that’s just next level insanity right there… “

“ i don’t know why, but… i think i’m going to believe you. it doesn’t make a single bit of sense, but fine. you’re from the future/past. “

“ how did you end up here? or should i say… now? “

“ haven’t you seen a single time travel movie? if you stay in this time, that could mess up the entire world! “

“ i… imagine this must be very weird for you. right? or is that the dumbest understatement of the millennium? “

“ if you’re from the past, then that means we should probably keep you away from the history books. it feels like a solid rule not to spoil your future for you. “

“ look, i can’t watch all those cheesy sci-fi flicks and then ignore the possibility that people can travel through time. “

“ no. no, i don’t believe you. i don’t believe a word of what you just said. but i figure i have nothing better to do, and i kinda wanna see where you’re going with this crazy story, so… let’s go out on a limb and say you’re telling me the truth. “

“ hey, i’m asking the questions here! you don’t get to just zap into my back yard and then assume you get to ask all these questions! who are you, and how did you get here?! “

“ did you live here before? or… like, in the future, i mean? “

“ the way i see it, there’s a lot of far easier lies to believe before you could ever expect anyone to swallow the whole time travel schtick. which probably means you’re telling the truth. “

" look. you wanna get back to your own timeline, right? that means we need to replicate everything that happened the exact second you showed up here. so let's go. "

" this is completely absurd! how did you end up here?! science? magic? how! this completely destroys any and all theories of quantum physics! you just... blinked into the past/future! it's just not possible! "

" from what you're telling me, it sounds like you could end up destroying the universe just by staying here too long. so let's find a way to get you back home. "

" you don't get it! if you're from the past, that means you need to stay there in order to keep this timeline safe. right? like the butterfly theory. if you're not there in the past, then you can't do your part to secure this timeline. we could stop existing if you don't go back! "

" i mean... would it really be so bad it you stayed? sure, a new timeline would exist, but... it'd be our timeline. where you and i get to stay together. that's not so bad, is it? "

[satorusugurugurl]

Part of My World

Pairing: Gojo Satoru X MAB!Reader

Word Count: 2,704

Warnings, Ropes, public play, gags, arranged marriage, bottom!gojo, public vehicle sex?? (Is it vehicle sex or carriage sex??)

A/N: I received this request from @princeasimdiya12 for a Gojo x MAB!Reader. I had so much fun thinking of ideas of what to do, and the story just took off on its own! Please enjoy!

The scorching sun burned your skin as you went through the palace. Your parents had informed you that your future husband was waiting for you near the fountain in the gardens. To say you were not excited at all was an understatement. Gojo Satoru was notorious for being annoying.

He always made a commotion at every event he attended. Teasing other princes and princesses, insulting the elders (regardless if they deserved it), and relishing that he was the most eligible prince. Little did you both know he wasn't as eligible as he thought. Just last month, the Gojo and Y/L/N families officially announced that you were to be married.

Gojo, of course, threw a fuss the last time you had seen him. Arguing that he didn't want to move to your desert kingdom, that he would much rather you stay in his coastal kingdom. The tantrum was so terrible both your parents agreed it would be best for the two of you to tour each other's kingdoms.

Of course, he wanted to start with yours.

You could see where he was coming from. Your kingdom was hot, surrounded by sand, and there wasn't much to do. But your people made the desert kingdom an oasis. The streets were always bustling with vendors and life. It, indeed, was a magical place to live.

“Finally!” A vein twitches in your forehead as you turn to spot your future husband sitting on the edge of the large fountain in the center of the courtyard. “Do you know how long I've been waiting? It's hot out here.”

A breath caught in your throat as Gojo stood up. He was wearing the robes of your people. Tunic sleeves are short and light blue. His pants were slightly baggy, hanging on his hips. Fuck why did he look so hot? The image of him had your cock throbbing inside your pants as you quickly turned away.

“Go down, go down.” You commanded your cock. “Fuckin’.”

“Hey!” Bright blue eyes popped into your view, causing you to jump. “What's your problem?”

“N-Nothing! Nothing!” Clearing your throat, you tried to look anywhere but his body. “Where did you get the clothes?”

Gojo smirked, stepping around you like a shark would circle their prey. “Oh, please, since our engagement was announced, I’ve done my research. I know everything about you, Prince Y/N, and your kingdom.” You seriously doubted that, but as he spoke, he lifted the top of his robes, causing you to suck in a breath.

The robes that Gojo wore were those a bride or groom would wear. Underneath that, his body was tied with silk ropes, squishing his pectoral muscles together and twisting around his torso in intricate designs of hearts. Your Y/E/C eyes trailed further down his body, admiring how the dark blue silk stood out against his ivory skin and how tiny his waist looked. Fuck, how had you never noticed Gojo’s figure before?

Your eyes lingered on his v-line; a well-trimmed happy trail led further. This was unbelievable; what was he doing? What was he thinking?! Wearing robes and ropes like these was something to do on the wedding night. Not your first day showing him around the kingdom. You were about to turn your head to look the other way when Gojo’s hand moved. You followed it, watching with wide eyes as he tugged his pants down, just a bit revealing the base of his semi-hard cock, which was also wrapped in the intricate ropes.

“W-What are you—?”

”Y/N, I don’t like beating around the bush. If we're going to be together, I want to make sure my needs will be satisfied, along with yours.” He gently tugged at the two strings hanging off the side of his hip. When he did, the ropes around his body tightened, causing both of you to moan. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m not about to buy a carriage without a test drive.” Oh yeah, no, this was fucking crazy. “What, cat got your tongue?” Satoru sneered, tugging the string again, making an almost pathetic whine resonate in his throat.

If you don’t do something soon, you will lose your mind. It was hard enough seeing his body like this, but hearing him talk, those dirty words and the teasing tone. You wouldn’t be able to take him on the stupid tour of the kingdom if he kept up this act. If anything, it would end with you dragging him to your chambers. There was always time for that later. Right now, it would help if you did something about his mouth.

“Awe, I left you speechless.”

Your arm snapped out, grabbing the strings from Satoru and giving them a hard tug. “Speechless, no.” Whimpers slipped from Satoru’s mouth as you tugged the strings harder. “I was just thinking you talk too much.” Your other hand squeezes his face, his lips turning into a pout under your fingers and thumb. “Plus, you forgot one essential part, your veil.”

(~)(~)(~)(~)(~)

The tour of the kingdom was going smoothly. You had begun at the palace, showing your future husband around the many rooms, the gardens, and the courtyard before you both made your way into town by carriage. The ride was enjoyable, but it was even more fun the second you stepped out. You and Satoru walked around, bowing at the villagers as you passed, making small talk with vendors, just enjoying another warm and sunny day amongst your people with your future husband by your side.

Gojo kept his eyes focused forward, not paying attention to much of what was going on. No one was wise enough to pick up on what was going on. But the two of you, you knew what he was hiding underneath the pretty robes. A secret that was making you harder and harder with every passing second. From the muffled whimpers and twitches from Gojo, you had a distinct feeling that he was enjoying himself just as much.

”Oh, Prince Y/N, Prince Gojo, it is truly a pleasure!’ A young vendor boasted as you looked over the wines in their booth. “Is there anything you were looking to purchase?’

”Hmm, I’m not sure; what do you think, darling?” Gojo shot an annoyed glance in your direction.

“Yes, Prince Gojo, is there anything you want to partake of? Please, anything is on the house for you, our future king!”

Blue eyes glanced around, roaming over the inventory. As they did, you tugged on the strings near his hip, causing the ropes to tighten. Gojo’s eyes went wide as a muffled moan sounded from his throat. Your future husband hunched over slightly in an attempt to conceal the growing tent in his robes. Ever since the veil had been put on his face, the same veil that hides the silk cloth gag in his mouth, you had made it your life's sole purpose to tease him.

The young vendor gave him a puzzled look as you loosened your grip on the strings. “My prince, are you alright?” Satoru had just straightened, gaining some form of self-restraint, and before he could nod or gesture in any way, you tugged the strings again, harder this time. The sudden action had Gojo nearly falling over. “Prince Gojo?!” The vendor's worried tone drew the attention of a few bystanders.

“Oh no, are you alright?” To anyone else, you were the concerned fiance. To Gojo, you were the main culprit behind his throbbing erection. “I think the desert heat is getting to my precious flower.” Your tone was full of faux concern. “I should get him home, but I will have my guards pack whatever you recommend. I will also pay you double for the goods.”

“Oh, you're so generous! Thank you!!”

You grinned, waving to the people and vendors as you helped Gojo back into the carriage. The moment the door shut, you snickered into your palm. Winning a glare from your betrothed. He was not in the slightest amused with your enjoyment of this.

“Yw’ll pwy fh ehwy.” His barely inaudible muffled whines slipped through the gag. “Athwle!”

Either he told you that you would pay for this, or it was some form of gibberish you couldn't understand. “Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know what you're saying.” More muffled whines and moans filled the carriage.

He was most likely getting annoyed with the torturous teasing you were putting him through. In all actuality, he brought this on himself. Gojo was the one to show up in those robes. He was the one who revealed the intricate ropes decorating his beautiful body. You did what any other person would do. Claim what was yours.

“Pwhse.”

“Huh?” You heard that request this time. His hands toyed with the strings dangling from his hip. “Please?” Gojo responded with a wine and a nod, white hair in his eyes. “Please, what?”

He scooted closer to you, dropping the strings into the palm of your hand. He was putting so much trust in you. Someone he barely knew. Yet he was still willing to give you the power to not only please him but to please yourself as well. As your fingers curled around the ropes, you realized that this match might not be as bad as you both thought it would be.

“Fine, since you said please so nicely.” you tugged the strings as hard as possible. The sharp, stinging sensation resonated from almost every inch of Gojo's skin, a pained pleasure. That had him rocking his head back as the carriage began moving. His hips were thrusting against nothing as he whined. “My gods, you're not so against my kingdom now, are you?”

Slowly, you pulled the veil off, revealing the drooling, messy mouth of your betrothed. “Pwse! Pwsease!” The weeping noises had you smirking as you tugged the string harder.

“You're so fucking beautiful like this.” You slid your hand into his pants, stroking his cock slowly. “Dressed in the robes of my people, only to be dressed for your husband underneath them.” his cock throbbed at your words, the tip dribbling precum out of the head. “You like that, like hiding your dirty secret under these clothes, a secret only I get to revel in.”

“Fwk mw!” Satoru cried out, making you cease your strokes over his cock. You couldn't be sure if he said what you believed he said. Noticing the confusion in your eyes, Satoru huffed a loud scoff, drawing your attention to his gagged mouth. “Fwk mw,” he repeated, emphasizing the words as best as he could while gagging.

“Fuck you?”

You needed to clarify that this was what he wanted. When he nodded, you felt like your heart was about to explode. He wanted to be with you, and gods be damned, toy wanted it too. But there were steps you needed to do, prep, that required you to be with each other. Seeing the hesitation on your face, Satoru sighed before shimming his way out of his pants and briefs.

You sat back, swallowing hard at your dry throat as he turned, revealing his hole, stretched and lubricated, ready for you. It seems as though your fiance truly had done his research. Without hesitation, you all but tackled Satoru to the floor of the carriage, kissing his neck and running the tip of your tongue over the ropes and his skin. Fuck he tasted so sweet; you needed him.

He pulled your robes down, your cock bouncing “Satoru.” You groaned out before spitting into your hand, lubing up your cock. “Fuck I want you.” In response, he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you down on top of him as his legs snaked around your waist. “I-I’ll take that as a yes!”

“Yws!” He sounded but nodded to make sure his consent was concise.

Holy shit, this was happening, all of the teasing, the bickering, the attitude. It had led to this. You never assumed that your betrothal to Gojo would lead to such an erotic moment in your life. This was definitely how you imagined your first day with your fiancé turning out. Yet here you were, on top of your future husband, your cock pressing against his tight hole.

You were so lost in your thoughts that Gojo huffed out a whine before pushing you inside. You winced as the head of your cock slipped inside of him. The tight warm heat nearly hard you cumming as he clenched down on you. He felt so good; gods, you needed more; you required all of his body, mind, and soul!

“Are you alright?” Your lips hovered over the gag. Satoru took a second, white brows pinched together as he adjusted to your size. A moment passed before he hummed, nodding his head again. “Good~ now be quiet. We don't want the guards to hear us.”

You slowly began thrusting in and out of Gojo with whimpers and whines. Gripping his hips as you set a pace. It was slow and steady, the carriage gently rocking in time with your movements. Thank fuck. Gojo was still wearing a gag because he was loud with it in. You couldn't imagine how he would sound if he weren’t wearing the gag.

His whines were like your own personal drug. The more he whined and whimpered against the ropes, the harder you found yourself thrusting into him. Desperation ruled your mind and your cock. You wanted to make him cry, wanted to see his eyes roll back into his head. Gojo Satoru was your fiance, your husband, and you were his in every shape and form.

Pushing his cock in as deep as you could, you hit that particular spot inside of him. One you had read about in books or heard people talking about in passing. Gojo whimpered, eyes wide as he arched his back, his legs tightened around you, urging you to stay where you were, to have you keep hitting that special spot. Taking his not-so-subtle hint, you pulled out just a bit before slamming your hips into that special spot, rocking into it over and over until tears began to well in those big, beautiful blue eyes.

“Mwphh!” Satoru cried out, those big tears rolling over flushed cheeks.

More? He wanted even more? He must be close. “Anything for you.” Your large hand wrapped around his shaft, jerking him off in time with your bullying thrusts that kept hitting that spot deep inside of him.

“Ngggh! MMM!” Satoru’s body stiffened, back arching as he clamped down on you so hard you felt your balls clench. Satoru’s cock throbbed in your hard as he came, spurts of white cum hitting his chest, your hand, hell, it even hit his chin. The pure glazed-over look in his eyes had you thrusting several more times before his clenching became too much.

“Fuck,” you whispered, yanking the gag out of his mouth, “I’m cumming, fuck, fuck fuck.” You pressed your lips against his drool-covered mouth, silencing your moans as your cock throbbed inside him. You filled him with your cum, pushing it deep inside of him until you both laid them, twitching in overstimulation. “Satoru.”

“Mhmm.” He hummed happily, pulling you down so you were lying flush against his cum coated chest. “That settles it.”

Pulling back just an inch, you watched him. “Settles what?” A chuckle rumbled deep in your chest as you shook your head. “Did I somehow fuck the brains out of you?”

”You sure did, Prince Y/N,” His long fingers slowly ran through your Y/H/C hair. Finger twisting around the strands. “I gave you a test ride.” A bark of a laugh escaped you as you helped Gojo sit up. “I want to sign my agreement to be yours and yours alone.”

“Only if you let me do the same.” You shared a kiss with the man you were arranged to marry. An arrangement that you had come to love.

[valhallaas]

Out To Get You

Chapter One - October 24th

Masterlist

pairing: bob floyd x poppy!reader

summary: death was surrounding you. why were you the only one seeing it? It was all tied to you. When your friends started getting phone calls, and the sudden disappearances, it didn’t take you long to figure it out.

warnings: 18+ (minors dni) some themes may be upsetting, this is a slasher fic. there’s going to be gore. death. blood. violence. horror. (eventual) smut.

a/n: here it is!!! chapter one! i am so happy to share it with you all! please let me know what you think! this is only the beginning…

The bowl popcorn sitting in your lap goes flying when you hear a bang come from outside. It litters the floor, clings to the couch cushions, you’re pretty sure there’s some even in your hair. Huffing, you stand and pause the movie you’d been watching—ruining the ambiance you’d been building during your scary movie marathon—as more kernels fall to the ground. Stepping carefully to avoid most of the mess, you make your way to the front door. Stepping out on the porch, the lights flick on as you glance around. One of the neighbors' trash cans has fallen over. Rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and head back in. Better them than you. If Lisa sees that, they’ll have a thorn in their side for the next month. Your eyes roll again. Lisa. The old bat. She’s not even that old, she’s like fifty-five at most. She’s the type of woman who believes you live in an HOA when you don’t. You find notices taped to your door and in your mailbox that nobody takes seriously. She calls the cops when you don’t comply with what she wants. It drives you up the wall. The last time she’d done it to you was a few weeks ago when Bob had been by. She taped a notice to his truck window telling him he couldn’t park on the street in front of your house. Fucking unbelievable.

Your marathon continues its pause as you clean up your mess, even going as far to pull out the cushions. All because of a damn trash can. Finally settling in to hit play, the phone rings. Is God against you right now? Can you not enjoy your evening?

“Hello?” No one says anything, just heavy breathing.

You hang up only to be called again.

“Hello?” You ask a second time.

“Hello.”

“Can I help you?”

“Who am I talking to?” You adjust the phone on your ear, uncomfortable, the line crackling, breaking up.

“Who’re you trying to call?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hope you figure it out, buddy.” You say lightly, tugging a blanket up over your legs. “Take it easy.”

Weird. You toss the phone down next to you and settle in. One moment, you’re watching TV, the movie you had put on right at its climax, the next moment, you’re jolted awake, unsure of your surroundings. It’s dark in your house. The TV is on the main screen of the streaming service, all the lights are off—which you don’t remember turning off to begin with. That feeling again, the tingle on the back of your neck. Sitting up, you glance around the house, unsure of what you’re looking for. Grabbing your phone, you wince at the time. It’s late. What was it that had woken you up? You’re in desperate need of a long, hot shower. There’s a few texts. One from Jake and two from Bob. Jake’s is a pic of him and the Hard Deck, Rooster and Coyote with him. You frown when you see in the very back—Bob and that one guy, Jagger, in what looks like a heated argument. You know without a doubt that it’s about you. He had grabbed your ass and pinned you against the wall like a ragdoll, like you owed him something for wearing anything other than your khakis. Didn’t take long for him to get thrown out. He’s lucky that’s all that happened. The other two texts are Bob telling you when he got to the bar and when he left. You smile. He doesn’t have to tell you, but he knows you worry.

The smiles cut short when you hear screaming. You’re not sure what house it's coming from, but it’s loud. You don’t know if they’re in pain or if it's fun, but it doesn't last long. Waiting a few minutes without hearing anything more, you get in the shower. Things have been off, kind of weird lately. You’ve been on edge, slightly paranoid since the incident at the park. It creeps up on you when you least expect it. Waves of terror that never seem to go away. No matter where you are, you swear you can see that ghost faced figure out of the corner of your eye, standing there watching.

There’s a text from Bob waiting for you when you enter your bedroom. Open your door. Cocking your head, you tug the towel tighter around you, walking silently through the house. Strange, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat. You eye the clock above the stove. 3:38am. You’re caught right in the middle of the witching hour. Fingers slightly trembling around the knob, with a sigh accompanied by a soft smile, you’re greeted by cobalt blue eyes, an easy grin in return.

“How’d you know I was awake?” You ask, making room to let him in.

“Lucky guess.”

He follows you into the bedroom, leaning against the doorway watching as you get dressed. A smile crawls on your face, feeling his eyes roaming. This is new. This—whatever this is with him. You’d been playing will they or won’t they for months. You like to tease, and Bob, Bob is always willing to indulge you.

“You going to stare all night, Bobby?” You question pulling on one of his t-shirts. “I hear a picture will last longer.”

Shaking his head he steps forward, pulling his shirt over his head. Toeing out of his shoes on the other side of the bed, he sets his glasses on the side table. He’s watching you crawl into bed, burrowing down deep into the blankets.

“Hm, I’ll have to remember that for next time.”

Your head falls back with a laugh. This man, he makes your toes curl and heat gather in your cheeks. He puts up a good front. That meek back seater. Sometimes others can see how he truly is. Natasha more than others. But nobody comes close to you. You just get each other. Ever since Lemoore. As a native to the Central Valley, you showed him the best parts that reminded him of home. Something shifted at some point. Home was no longer a place, but a person.

Once in bed, Bob’s legs slot with yours, arms pulling you in close. You sigh, content, finally relaxing. The presence of another person calming you, the heaviness of sleep weighing on your eyes. Lips brush against your forehead. God, you could get used to this.

“Hey,” you mumble, “did you hear anything while you were waiting outside for me?”

“No. Nothing out of the ordinary. Saw that one of the neighbors' trash cans was knocked over. Why?”

“I heard screaming earlier.”

Bob pulls you closer. “Screaming?”

“Yeah. I just—I don’t know.”

“Spooked you?”

You shrug. “Well, I had been watching scary movies. Tonight’s been weird.”

He laughs, his warm breath dancing across your skin. “That’ll do it, Poppy.”

It’s silent, but it’s comfortable. Your eyes are heavy and sleep is pulling you under, but you feel it. You’re being watched. Tilting your head up, Bob’s laying with his eyes closed, lips slightly parted. It’s amazing how fast he can fall asleep. A real talent. Paranoia. That’s all it is. You snuggle in deeper and finally call it a night.

“Poppy,” You groan, swatting at the hand cupping your face. “Poppy, baby, wake up.”

Peeling your eyes open, a blurry Bob is leaning over you. He’s fully dressed, glasses on, bed head still untamed. Pushing yourself up on one arm, you glance over at the alarm clock and frown.

“Why are you waking me up so early on Saturday, Floyd?”

“There’s police outside.”

“What?” You’re squinting, still not fully awake.

“There’s—here, just look.”

Bob all but grabs you and pulls you to the window. Your breath catches in your throat. They’re everywhere. You’re pretty sure they have the street blocked off. You follow the caution tape, heart just about coming to a stop in your chest.

Lisa.

Oh, God. It was Lisa. You heard Lisa last night. Goosebumps cover your skin at the thought. You heard a murder last night. You jump when you feel the warm press of Bob’s hand against your lower back. It stills you, you didn’t realize you’d been shaking. Taking in an uneven breath you move away from the window on unsteady feet. Instantly you’re reaching for your phone, pressing it to your ear before you’ve even registered who you’re calling.

He answers on the first ring. “Poppy?”

“Lisa’s dead.”

Jake pauses. “What?”

“She was murdered last night. I heard her get murdered last night, Jake. I—”

“Poppy, Poppy. It’s—are you alone?”

“No, I’ve got Bobby with me.”

“Good that’s, that’s good.” You can tell he’s nodding his head. He’s reassuring himself. You fiddle with your dog tags. Something’s wrong.

“Jake?”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Poppy, they found Jagger's body mutilated in a dumpster by the Hard Deck.”

He’s whispering, like he’s not supposed to be telling you this. You hear him talking to someone, hearing the distinct voice of Rooster. They are probably there. They were last seen with him. Instantly your eyes land on Bob who’s sitting beside you. He’s watching you with deep seeded concern. You reach out for him, shaking your head. This is a mess. What the hell is going on? Two murders in fighter town? One of them is an aviator? You swallow thinking of that picture Jake sent you, the one with Bob in the back.

“What is it?” He whispers.

“Jake says they found Jagger. He’s, he’s dead. Murdered.”

The blood drains from his face. Blue eyes widening. You wonder if he knows that it isn’t looking so good for him.

“Let me talk to him.”

He doesn’t wait for you to say anything before he’s taking the phone and heading out of the room. Dragging in a much needed breath, you force yourself to go about your routine. The day has just begun, and there’s no doubt that it’s a bad one. After getting dressed and ready for the day, you pad into the living room, boots in hand only to pause in your step. Bob’s at the front door talking to an officer. You swallow around the lump in your throat when they both turn to face you.

“Good morning,” the officer says, causing you to frown.

He’s here about Lisa and he starts off with good morning?

“Morning.”

His gaze travels between you and Bob. “I’d like to ask you a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

You look at Bob who nods at you in encouragement. You’ll get through this. You have to.

[pinkcannibal]

i’m about to head onto a flight 🥳 any oneshot sneak peeks/chapter teases/ fun facts about marilyn x reader to keep me entertained for a bit? 👀

have a safe flight! ummmm can't give any chapter teases as itll just be straight up half the plot of chapter 20 probably dkdkdkd so have some unhinged/smut/ cute facts of them from my fic instead !

deleting tylers number wasn't the first time marilyns done something so yandere and possessive like this without reader knowing. the reason she was able to find reader so fast is that she has her phone tracked and tapped, trust that when reader finds this out she takes it as romantic and a sign of devotion. bc they're normal like that!

reader one day asks marilyn to recreate holding her the way she held her while making her stab tyler, but this time begs to be able to come <3

real to me marilyn can't for the fucking life of her work social media. she doesn't even try or want to learn, but reader finds this so endearing that her 40 year old milf gf in all seriousness does not know what instagram or tik tok is. and she's valid for it. readers like god that's hot. fuck me right now

marilyn always plays jazz music on her record player in the mornings when she gets up before her girl <3 reader will just lay there and watch her cook breakfast and melt into the sheets when marilyn catches her eye and winks at her, cooing "goodmorning sweet girl"

u know what yeah. reader one day being so dumbed down in her head space that she slips up in class and calls marilyn "mommy" and all the students laugh, bc like. who hasn't done that once. reader dyinnggg and blushing, shoving a cackling yoko next to her. but she looks up and marilyns up the front of the room slack jawed needing to pull herself together bc good christ this girl will be the death of her

the first time reader gets marilyn flowers (bc its always marilyn gifting her plants. which they both love don't bet me wrong) it's so endearing and adorable that marilyn almost clutches her chest like a love sick victorian woman

haven't touched on it in my fic but uhhhh it's. unbelievably canon that reader loves cockwarming marilyn. trust i will elaborate on that some point <3 kdkdkd

[pastamansta]

🔥 Tim Burton (him as a person or his aesthetic, your choice!)

"Beetlejuice" (1988) reminds me a lot of another film I watched recently; "Tombstone" (1993). Sold by an aesthetic and a FANTASTIC performance from a side character, audiences were conned into loving a mediocre film. I'm not Lindsey Ellis, so don't expect me to talk about the cartoon.

"Batman" (1989) and its sequel is proof that Burton will not be giving up his aesthetic for God or money. Gotham is heavily disconnected from both the film and its source material, with little reason other than its director. There's a reason no one calls these "Keaton's Batmans," they call them "Burton's Batmans." Jack Nicholson is great as The Joker, but that's no hot take. The hot take is that Devito is too horny as The Penguin, and it makes me uncomfortable for a film that's already so sexual.

"Edward Scissorhands" (1990) is a bitter, bitter film where artist finally meets muse. Not, like, in the plot, but in the production. Depp and Burton were made for eachother... or at least that's what I'm supposed to think. This movie's just too messy, however, and can't decide where its focal point lies and leaves me wishing I had just watched "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" (2000) instead.

"Sleepy Hollow" (1999) leaves me, a fan of the original text, I know that's probably a weird thing to say, miffed, even if understanding. Outside of some pacing issues, it's a bold reimagining that feels like Burton attempting to get out of his comfort zone... but I just didn't need this story to be turned into an homage to B-horror. Go watch that Disney short, eh?

"Big Fish" (2003) is his best film. I am hardly qualified to speak on it, and even if I did, I would cry. So, you know, just go watch that shit.

"Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" (2005) is destined to be compared to "Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory" (1971), and why wouldn't it? In thirty-four years since the making of the original, not a single person worth listening to said "i need this done right," including Burton himself, which is why he tries to add so much, but no amount of additions changes the fact that he casted his muse instead of someone who could, you know, act like Wonka? So, you know, destined for failure and to be loved by everyone who won't watch movies made before 1987.

"Corpse Bride" (2005) is one of only two claymation films that Burton would actually direct, and he uses this time to steal a Jewish story and make it less Jewish. I don't like the ending or the songs and it feels like it could be cut in half and achieve the same effect.

"Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street" (2007) literally doesn't have the iconic opening number from the stage play??? Overall, there's rarely a pairing of source material and director that works as well as this one... If only I enjoyed the source material, eh? So dark, so bitter, so edgy, so... nothing. I never think about this movie. When I do, I think of Mrs. Lovett's dream sequence and remember the good old days of "Big Fish" (2003) when Burton liked to use color.

"Alice in Wonderland" (2010) is one of my guiltiest pleasures in all of film. It is the reason why every time Disney announces a live-action remake, my ears perk up. If all of them were as wild, unhinged, original, creative, and inspired as this one... Well, I think Disney might not be fucking bleeding money right now. No one ever even mentions that it's a sequel to the original animated film. A SEQUEL, not a remake. Sometime movie-goers surprise me with how little they think.

"Frankenweenie" (2012) blows. I don't care how unique it is, I do not like it.

"Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children" (2016) is one of the funniest remnants of the teen dystopia genre. Like, it hardly applies, but is trying SO HARD that it's unbelievable. Also, props to Mr. "Black People Aren't My Aesthetic" for casting Samuel L. Jackson as a dude who eats white babies. (I do not mean that.) Seriously, this is proof that Burton, as a modern director, should no longer be taken seriously.

"Dumbo" (2019) is AAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA I FUCKING HATE THIS DUDE HOLY SHIT

If I didn't mention, I haven't seen it. Yes, I know I skipped some big ones. I may watch them one day, but I am in no rush.

[harlot-of-oblivion]

The Devil’s In The Details

You try to give Dante and your budding desire for him the cold shoulder, but it proves to be more difficult than you thought as you continue the investigation.

It may have been almost a year since my last update, but I still haven't lost the drive to continue this fiery romance!

Hope you enjoy! 🌹🥰🌹

Chapter 9: Growing Attraction and Blessed Distractions

After a quick stop at your office, you finally leave the station with your partner hot on your heels. You head to your motorcycle but stop short as the hellish roar of Cavaliere blasts through the parking lot. Your eyes flicker over to see your helmet sitting just behind its seat. Huh…almost forgot I left it there. You ignore the spare helmet strapped to your bike and walk towards the much faster ride with an amused smirk.

“Hey again, handsome.”

Cavaliere answers you with an enthusiastic rev of its engine as you grab your helmet. Dante crosses his arms and looks down at the Devil Arm with an incredulous shake of his head. “Wow. Desperate much?”

“Jealous much?” you retort with a teasing quirk of your brow.  

“Hell no,” he denies with a roll of his eyes as you put on your helmet. “So, where are we going?”

You swing your leg over the devilish motorcycle. “You’ll see.”

Dante uncrosses his arms as you settle in the front part of the seat. “Seriously? You’re hijacking my own ride?”

“Cavaliere doesn’t mind…right?”

The fiendish purr of its engine bursts into another hellish roar as you wrap your fingers around its handles. I’ll take that as a yes, you muse as Dante lets out a bewildered sigh.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters while taking a seat behind you. His arms encircle your waist before pulling you back into his warm embrace. “So, you really think you can handle my ride?”

You hear his suggestive whisper despite the loud engine and the helmet covering your ears. A sizzling chill runs up your spine as his broad and muscular chest presses against your back. The constant anger boiling in your gut bubbles with desire as you breathe in his smoky scent. And just the thought of a raunchy ride with your devilish partner…

“The rougher, the better.”

You didn’t mean to respond, but it just kind of slipped out. Oh no, hell no, fuck this! you fume, desperately squeezing the clutch as you shove him back with your shoulders. Cavaliere lurches forward with a boisterous growl, instantly zooming out of the parking lot as your mind speeds away from this infuriating attraction to him. But Dante tightens his arms around your waist as a deep and husky purr rumbles against your back, basically telling you that he knows there’s something between you two…which both annoys and excites you.

Lives don’t depend on you getting laid…so focus, dammit! you berate yourself as the sheer adrenaline of steering such a powerful Devil Arm drowns the desirous thoughts running through your head.

You zip through the streets towards the ruined outskirts of the city, paying no mind to how fast you’re going as you wonder what you’ll find at the scene. Your eyes flicker down at the speedometer…or where the speedometer should be. Instead, you meet the sparkling red eyes of the devilish face just below the wicked horns protruding above the handles. Its purple grin glows brighter as the guttural growl of the engine grows louder, and you get the sense that Cavaliere wants to go faster.

Okay, this is fucking weird. Never thought I’d be test driving a motorcycle with a mind of its own, you admit while your fingers twitch around the clutch. But I really shouldn’t-

Your hesitant thought comes to a halt as Dante slowly slides his hands down your waist. His fingers squeeze and stroke your hips, clearly trying to get a rise out of you despite racing through the streets. So fucking reckless…but two can play this game. You lean forward with a determined scowl, subtly shifting further back in your seat with a small wiggle of your hips. His thighs twitch as your ass brushes against his crotch, and you have to admit that teasing the most notorious devil hunter in the city feels pretty fucking good. But you ignore the sudden urge to drive him wild as you throw caution to the wind and release the full throttle of his monstrous ride with a smug smile.

Cavaliere bursts forth with a sudden jolt, and you swear you hear a sinister laugh coming from the fiendish growl of his engine. A rush of adrenaline sinks into your stomach as various cars and the buildings pass by in a dizzying blur. You chuckle softly as Dante digs his fingers into your hips, probably cursing under his breath or making some flirtatious quip. But you can’t hear a damn thing with the wind whistling over your head, undoubtedly keeping your partner at bay as your ponytail whips wildly in his face.

Finally…some peace and quiet, you muse while focusing on the road.

You zip through traffic lights and curve around streets in blessed silence. The buildings become more sparse the closer you get to the outskirts of the city. Some of the city has recovered quite well since that demon tree incident, but there are still some areas that have proved difficult to repair due to various reasons. The total annihilation of roads, massive mounds of crumbling buildings, stray demons, and gangs using some of the abandoned subway tunnels as hideouts has really done a number to this part of town.  

So why the hell did an upper-class housewife come here? you wonder, already sketching this piece of the puzzling picture in your mind as you arrive at your destination.

You clutch the brake lever and skid to an impressive halt just outside the taped perimeter of the scene. The surrounding officers draw back in alarm, but they relax when you remove your helmet before flashing your badge. You calmly shake your head as Carmen rushes over with an excited flail of her arms.

“Whoa! Arriving in style, I see!”

Your lips curl into a fond smirk. “Good looking and fast as hell…absolute perfection,” you declare while patting the top of Cavaliere’s fiendish face, earning you a low guttural purr from his engine at your praise.

“Get a room, you two!” Dante quips with a disgusted groan as he hops off the bike.

You chuckle softly as Cavaliere revs his engine loudly in response. Carmen looks between you, Dante, and the devilish motorcycle with a quirked brow as you put your helmet down before hopping off with a confident huff.

“So, what do we have so far?” you ask while taking your notebook out of your coat pocket.

“Well, first and foremost…the cute lil pupper is safe!” she exclaims, hurriedly pointing towards an officer holding a trembling Yorkshire terrier. “A lil starved and hydrated, but still alive and barky as hell,” she adds with a relieved smile.

You open your notebook and write a quick update about the dog. “Is that how the car was found?”

“Yup! One of the construction workers over there heard the lil bugger yapping up a storm while on break,” she confirms while directing your gaze with a slight nod of head. You look over and see a group of guys in bright yellow vests talking with a couple of officers.

“We gotta get their statements. Think you can handle that?” you ask while turning to your partner.

Dante meets your stoic gaze with a playful smirk. “And let you have all the fun?”

“More like making sure you don’t fuck up any more evidence,” you reply with unimpressed quirk of your brow.

“You lick a sample of demonic venom one time…” he trails off with a disappointed shake of his head.

Carmen’s eyes widened in shock. “You did what?!”

“Just go and meet us past the tape when you’re done,” you demand with an annoyed grimace, totally ignoring the amused curve of his lips as he sidles up next to you.  

“Alright, alright,” he murmurs with a defeated sigh before leaning down real close to your face. “Anything for you, Honeybee.”

I really hate that fucking nickname, you thought irritably as he gives you a charming wink before heading towards the group of construction workers.

Carmen looks in his direction before turning to you. “Did he really lick that icky stuff from the bodies?”

“Yes,” you reply, never turning your gaze from him. “But he was able to confirm that it was from a demon,” you disclose with a proud quirk of your lips.

“Hey! That’s great! Really gross…but great!” she exclaims with an enthusiastic smile before sweeping her hand towards the taped off area. “Well then, shall we?”

You turn to her and nod. “Lead the way.”

There’s one thing that can distract you from this insufferable attraction you have for your partner: some sleuthing at a crime scene. The flirtatious glances, the suggestive pickup lines, and the warm tingle on your skin from his body heat all fade away as you follow Carman past the tape. You take out your glasses and slip them on as you come upon the missing car, a white minivan with various stickers about dogs on the back windshield. It seems to be in good condition, no obvious signs of damage or flat tires, you note, taking in the scene while collecting your thoughts. You skim through your notebook before turning to Carmen with a determined flick of your head.

“What have we got here?”

“Besides animal abuse? Just an abandoned car holding a key piece of evidence!” she declares while picking up a large evidence bag. “Ta-da! The murder weapon!” she reveals with a proud smile. “I already dusted it for prints, and as you can see…”

Your eyes narrow as you inspect a hybrid golf club, instantly recognizing the deep reddish-brown stains splattered on its head as dried blood. You quickly sketch out this grisly piece of evidence in your notebook as you give Carmen an impressed smile.

“Good work, Sandiego.”

“Thanks, Quickdraw!” she beams with a soft giggle. “Still gotta run some tests on it to be sure, but I’m pretty confident that this is what beat Mr. Harmon all to hell!”

“Where did you find it?” you ask while turning your attention to the unassuming minivan.

“On the floor behind the passenger seat,” she informs as you flip to a blank page for your next sketch. “Lemme show you.”

You take out a pair of rubber gloves and slip them on as Carmen leads you to the unassuming minivan. She slides the back door open and points to the floorboard. “It was laying right here…just out in the open,” she comments as you poke your head inside for a closer look.

“Not even trying to hide it,” you murmur while taking in the interior of the car.

It appears like the average minivan of an upper-class housewife, utterly pristine with luxurious furnishing and leather seats. But you see past this illusion as the stench of dogshit and piss wafts out of the car. Your nose bristles at the foul smell as you look around before peeking over the front seats.

“Well, that’s gonna be a bitch to fix,” you quip wryly as while squinting at scratched claw marks littering the passenger seat.

Carmen laughs as you lean back out of the car. “Oh yeah! It’s gonna be paws-itively expensive!”

Your eyes roll at her terrible pun as you make a quick sketch of the van in your notebook before walking around to the driver’s side. “Did you happen to find the car key?” you inquire while opening the door.

“Yep! It was still in the ignition when we arrived at the scene.”

You quirk your brow as you carefully inspect the seat and floor for any feces or urine. “Were the doors locked?”

“Nope! It’s as if she just-”

“Didn’t give a damn about getting caught,” you finish while taking a seat in front of the wheel. “Was there still gas in the car?”

“Not sure,” she admits with a thoughtful frown. “It wasn’t running when we arrived, but we can check real quick!”

Carmen runs off and retrieves a ring of keys from an evidence bag before coming back with a helpful smile. The abundance of dog themed keychains and charms jingle softly as you take the keys. You find the correct key and insert it into the ignition before cranking the car back to life. Your eyes hone in on the fuel gauge as the dashboard lights up.

“Still plenty of gas in the tank,” you inform while opening your notebook. “And the check engine light isn’t on.”

“Which means…?” Carmen prompts with a curious squint of her eyes.

“It rules out the possibility that Mrs. Harmon left the car here due to a malfunction of some sort,” you explain while drawing a key, a gas tank, and an engine next to your sketch of the van. “She flees the scene with her dog and drops the murder weapon behind here like it’s no big deal,” you surmise, quickly tilting your head towards the backseat as you cross out each drawing. “Then, she abandons it all with no care in the world…but why here?” you wonder while looking out at the desolate ruins of the city.

“Maybe there was an underground dog show around here.”

Your head wipes around at the sound of Dante’s voice. Carmen shuffles to the side as he approaches with a friendly smile. “Whoa”, he murmurs while leaning into the car, instantly waving the air as the horrid smell of dogshit hits his nose. “Looks like someone had a ruff day in there.”

Carmen chuckles at his stupid pun as you tilt your head with an unimpressed grimace. “Did you get their statements?” you ask in a deadpan tone.

“I got it right here,” he replies while giving his temple a tap with his fingers.

“Really?” you snap, angrily turning the car key in the ignition before jerking it out. “You didn’t even wri-”

The subtle sound of something jostling below puts a pause on your irritated reprimand. You glance down and search around until spotting an object tucked away next to the seat.

Dante furrows his brow with interest. “What is it?”

“There’s something jammed in between the seat and armrest,” you explain while trying to dig it out with a soft grunt. “Can’t reach it though.”

Carmen moves closer as she reaches into her pocket. “Lemme see.”

You jump out of the seat and step to the side. Carmen takes out a pair of long tweezers and hops into the car. “Hmm,” she hums while slipping the tweezers in between the seat and armrest. She fiddles around with it for a moment before grunting in frustration.

“Can’t get a grip with my tweezers.”

You tap your pencil against your notebook in thought. “Can you push it down further under the seat?”

“Good thinking, Quickdraw!”

Carmen looks over her shoulder with an ecstatic grin as you reach for the back door. But Dante beats you to it, and slides it open for you with a dramatic bow and charming smile. You glare at him as you kneel down to the ground and lean in slightly to see under the front seat. Carmen checks to see if you’re in position before gently prodding the mysterious object with her tweezers, chewing her lip in concentration until it slips free with a soft clatter.

“There!” she announces with a soft cheer.

You carefully reach under the seat and grab the object before pulling it out for closer inspection. Your brows furrow as you behold the most intimidating syringe you’ve ever seen. The needle appears to be two inches longer than your standard syringe, and its thick metal barrel feels heavy in your hand as you show off this new piece of evidence.

Carmen’s eyes widen as she peeks around the front seat. “Holy shit…”

Dante tilts his head as he leans against the car door. “Not your normal syringe, I guess?”

“For horses, yeah! But not humans!” Carmen exclaims while gaping at the monstrous syringe.

You remain quiet as your meticulous gaze hones in on a small hexagon etched into the barrel of this unusual syringe. There’s definitely a connection here, you surmise while adding more detail to the picture in your mind.

Carmen frowns at your silence, but then gasps softly as she meets your contemplative gaze.  “Ooh, wait a minute…do you think this-”

“Was used to inject Mr. Harmon with that demonic venom?” you finish as your thoughts churn at the implication of this new piece of evidence. “We won’t know ‘til we test it.”

“Or you could find out now,” Dante offers with a casual shrug.

You scowl at his suggestion as you rise to your feet. “Hell no.”

“Oh, c’mon on, Detective!” he pleads while meeting your stoic gaze. “How can I help you with my demonic expertise if you won’t let me use it?”

Carmen pokes her head out of the car. “He’s got a point.”

Your lips twist into an irksome frown as you turn towards Carmen. Her chipper smile instantly fades at the sight of frigid glare, but her entreating eyes makes you reconsider your partner’s offer with a begrudging sigh.

It would be stupid of me to not take advantage of his skills…even if it’s absolutely repulsive.

“Fine,” you relent while turning back to your partner. “But I’m not letting you ruin more evidence!”

You slide the plunger of the syringe out before handing it to Carmen. Then, you stick your finger into the barrel and twist it around, hopefully collecting enough of the unknown substance in there onto your rubber glove before taking it back out. You pass the barrel to Carmen as you examine your finger closely, readjusting your glasses with a satisfied grunt as you turn back to your partner.

Dante raises his brow as you present your finger to him with a resigned glower. His eyes flicker between your hand and your face as he straightens up to his full height. Then, he takes a step closer and grabs your wrist with a pleased smirk before glancing down at your gloved hand.

“Hmm…kinda looks like the venom,” he softly notes while bending down closer. You can feel the intense warmth of his hand radiating through your glove as he breathes in deeply. “And smells like it too,” he adds as his thumb rubs the inside of your palm.

Both of your eyes meet as he slips your finger between his scruffy lips. Your face remains composed, but you shiver slightly at the feel of his searing hot tongue lapping around your finger. His alluring gaze bores into you, flashing red with a devilish glint in his striking blue eyes. And even though you’re wearing a rubber glove, he still licks and strokes every inch of your finger with a muffled moan. Your face flushes a little, and at this point…you can’t tell if it’s from the budding desire for your partner or the crackling outrage at this shameless display in the middle of a crime scene!

“Alright, enough!” you bark while tearing your finger out of his eager mouth.

You glare up at him furiously as you rip the rubber glove off your hand with a disgusted scowl. And he has the nerve to act like he wasn’t trying to rile you up with his teasing tongue with a casual shrug. But the knowing smile on his scruffy face as he smacks his lips in thought doesn’t fool you. He knows damn well how close you are to shanking him for pulling such a stunt during an investigation!

“Well?” Carmen prompts behind you, completely oblivious to what just happened as she hops out of the car.

“Very sweet,” he discloses with a suggestive wink before looking over your head at Carmen. “And it’s definitely the same venom.”

“Oh, that’s so cool! Still pretty gross though,” she admits as you tear your other glove off with an aggravated huff.

Dante shrugs nonchalantly. “Eh, I’ve had worse!”

“Really?!”  

You open your notebook and tune out their idle chatter as you reassess the case with this new bit of information. Your anger slowly subsides as you draw a syringe, swiftly scribbling a note about it being well hidden in the minivan…unlike the murder weapon. But why go through the trouble of hiding that instead of disposing of the most incriminating evidence? you wonder while flipping back to your morbid drawing of Mr. Harmon’s badly beaten body.

Does it have something to do with it being demonic venom? If so, then maybe whoever supplied her with it wouldn’t take kindly to it being involved in a murder.

The small black card with the yellow hexagon logo you found in the Harmon’s security box suddenly comes to mind. You flip to the page with your drawings of that investigation as all the pieces begin to align in a possible theory. The only place they could get their hands on something like that is the black market…plenty of dealings involving everything demonic there, you deduce while making a note to look into it later. Then, you flip back to your sketch of the minivan before turning your attention to Carmen.

“Were there any footprints when you arrived at the scene?”

Carmen immediately stops her frivolous banter with your partner as she meets your intense gaze. “Uh, no definite footprints here since…” she trails off while tapping the worn asphalt below with her foot. “But one of my boys mentioned that he thinks he found tracks by that subway entrance right over there.”

You glance up in the direction she’s pointing towards with a speculative squint. “If I was a murderous wife on the run…” you begin while pondering the actions of your prime suspect. “Fleeing to the ruinous parts of the city that connect to abandoned tunnels underground seems like a good way to elude the police.”

Dante sidles up beside you as he looks in the same direction. “Worth checking out, right?” he asks with an intrigued sparkle in his eyes.

“Damn right,” you agree, quickly closing your notebook with a determined snap before sliding it in your coat pocket.

Carmen between you two with a concerned frown. “Are ya sure? Anything could be down there: demons, drug dealers…hell, the subway tunnels could collapse if you’re not careful!”

“Sounds like a party to me!” Dante jests as he makes his way to the entrance of the subway.

“We can handle it, Sandiego,” you assure while taking off your glasses with a confident flick of your head. “Just keep everyone on standby just in case.”

Carmen nods as you follow behind your partner. “You got this, Quickdraw!”

You catch up to Dante as he approaches the tape barrier of the scene. He lifts it up and motions to you with a gentlemanly gesture. “Ready for some action, Honeybee?”

Your brows furrow at his charming theatrics as you step under the tape. “Only if it’ll get us closer to cracking this case.”

“All work and no play,” he complains with a disappointed sigh while following suit.

“Damn straight,” you reply with an annoyed huff as you walk towards the subway entrance. “Someone’s gotta be the brains of the operation.”

Dante clutches at his chest with a pained grunt. “Ooh, it stings so good!” he exclaims, swiftly rushing ahead before turning to you with a playful grin. “You never disappoint.”

He really has no shame, you observe with a slight smile. It’s actually kind of sexy.

You feel a pleasant flutter in the pit of your stomach at the unbidden thought. And you immediately berate yourself as you continue towards the subway entrance with a frustrated grimace. Dante chuckles softly at your grumpy response as he follows close behind, making your skin tingle with his sizzling body heat as you wrangle with these damn feelings.

But despite ignoring this growing attraction for your partner…it seems it won’t go down without a fight.  

🔪❤️‍🔥🔪

[a-trick-or-two-with-lepers]

I finally watched Swedish Christ Superstar

Remember how I did a whole deep dive into the 2018 one? Yeah well, I was gonna try to do that with this version, but it is so unbelievably, completely, utterly, insanely unhinged that I just had to have my post about it match the energy. So without further ado, here are my literal first reaction notes to Jesus Christ Superstar (2014 Swedish Arena Tour).

Overture-

• Ooh the stuttering guitar is so metal

• Love the outfits, give me more apocalyptic leather headbanging nonsense

• Love how the choreo goes with the music rather than pure immediate chaos

• Admittedly the orchestra could be a bit better, but not terrible

• The shopping cart is my favorite character

• This feels almost interpretive

• Ok. Jesus is hot

• Draculacore

• Is he orgasming?

• I think that's an appropriate tone to be set

• I will say, I like productions with more color, but I see the style they're going for and I don't dislike it

Heaven on their minds-

• I like how they translated the lyrics to sound good in Swedish

• Also gives extra context and connotation to the words

• Love judas' mesh top!

• Really good singer wow

• This is how the song is supposed to be sung!!!

• I like boys with long hair hehehehe

• Symbolic that jesus is sleeping while judas is trying to get him to listen. Shows how closed off and resigned to his fate he was

• And also how no matter how hard judas tried he would never really be heard

• Painted nails!

• The subtitles said fuck? Lol

• I seriously love this guy's voice

• Oh my god they're so boyfriends

What's the buzz/Strange thing mystifying-

• Jesus is serving so much cunt

• So. Much. Touching.

• AHAHAHAHAGSVSBAZHDVWH THEYRE SO BOYFRIENDS HWWGGA

• Yes Maria feed him that orange

• "A man like him" you mean... 💅?

Everythings alright-

• I really like Mary's voice and look

• Mommy vibes fs

• He's in the shopping cart hhahahaha

• The masculine urge to sleep in a shopping cart while wearing shades

This jesus must die-

• Caiaphas sounds like a toad LMAO

• "It's seduction! It's blasphemy!" -Christians watching this 😭

• Caiaphas saying "STOP" such a jumpscare

• They kept the jesus is cool line and for that this is now one of my favorite productions

• AND THEY SAID IT TWICE AM I IN HEAVEN??

• Well I won't be after watching this 😌

• Caiaphas has a pretty cool voice ngl, my timbers are shivered

• HELIKOPTER 🚁 HELIKOPTER 🚁

Hosanna-

• A bit faster rendition that's neat

• Interesting how judas is participating in the fray

• It's so nice to see his character happy for once though

• The jesus balloons are killing me

Simon zealotes/poor jerusalem-

• Ooh it's a fight

• The ladies are sangin and dancin 💃

• THEY SAID FUCK AGAIN

• Well okay I'm just gonna give up on the notion that this play will be family appropriate in any manner, it's better that way anyway

• Pretty cool how the choreo is militaristic, as well as the costuming

• They way Simon is pronounced 😃

• I am unilingual my brain is incapable of not making a joke about that

• Jesus your nail polish is chipping baby fix that

Pilates dream-

• Love pilates robe, very pretty

• Ok but the sparkly suit is better

The temple-

• Fuck counter: 3

• They have a bit more speaking in this version which I really don't mind

• The lyrics make it really clear how the crowds used their connection to God to justify their actions, an issue which is still prevalent today

• Annas shaking that tail go off

• Jesus jumpscare

• He called it "A whorehouse" 💀

• The beggars all have little hand lights, that creates a really cool effect

• Wow the music got really fast

I don't know how to love him-

• Yayy Mary hi Mary hi 😍🥰👋

• Da smoochy???

• Judas ain't gonna be happy bout this

• Her voice is so good!!

• Interesting how jesus is awake for this

• ITS JUDAS HE'S PEEKING

• Uh oh

Damned for all time/blood money-

• OH NO

• MY BOY GOT SLAPPED

• HE JUST WANTED A SMOOCH

• Ok now it just feels like he's betraying him cause he got rejected 😭

• Annas is such a little shit oh my god

• He's giving Draco Malfoy vibes somehow

The last supper-

• Act 2 baby here we go

• Okay so he's dragging them to absolute hell, love that for you jesus

• The girls are FIGHTING!

• "Tell us what happened to the good vibes" I'm loving this translation

• Judas actor once again killing it, he has a really lovely rock voice

• The apostles throwing shade at judas and planning to blame him in the gospels 😙🤌

• This shit crazy

Gethsemane-

• Ok I'm gonna try to be serious for this once

• So far pretty good

• The lyrics are hitting the important parts of the song I feel

• HE GOT THE NOTE!

• Pretty damn good

• My bias still lies with Neeley but that wasn't gonna change really

• I like how he made the g5 actually part of the song rather than separating it. This whole performance is actually very natural and easy to watch

• The last verse goes so incredibly hard

• *rips shirt open*

• 👌

The arrest-

• Here it is the kiss

• Here we go

• Literally the only part of this play I'd seen before

• Okay that's just. So romantic. JESUS kissed JUDAS! What a twist!

• "Why did you date a whore" goddamn

Peter's denial-

• Annas is basically the main character he's in so many songs

Pilate and christ-

• "Yeah we know you're 'hot'" I mean 😏

• Fuck counter: 4

• My notes are seriously lacking I apologize

King herods song-

• Herod is me I am Herod

• Me in my robe on a Monday morning imposing judgement onto others:

• Did they just use a slide whistle?

• Goofy ahh sound effects 💀

• "Fine I'll do it myself- look, no hands 😚"

• He's my favorite

• Herod being silly and goofy:🤪

• Jesus: 😐

• Loved that

Could we start again please-

• Fuck counter: 5

• Not the song I expected it to be in tbh

• Maybe it doesn't hold the same weight in Sweden

• "How are we going to explain it so it looks good on paper?" This is a new angle that is actually really interesting, and reminds me that the Bible is pretty much ancient RPF

• Yay they included the ensemble

Judas death-

• "For one measly kiss" I'd call that kiss a lot of things but measly does not come to mind

• He is talking to jesus instead of christ

• Something tells me this production is not very religious 🤔

• Which I am very ok with

• He's goin through it

• He's got the rock screams going on 🤘love it

• RIP Judas, too gay to live 😔

Trial before pilate-

• He called Jesus a clown, bitch this isn't Godspell

• Ouchie

• That's a lot of blood

• It's easy to overact in the role of pilate and this guy isn't doing that, which is good

Superstar-

• I prefer when Judas is wearing white in this song, but the glittery red robe kinda slays ngl

• And once again judas is a pretty boy

• They kept the "jesus christ, Jesus christ, who are you what have you sacrificed" line in English

• Oop the robe is off

• Get those dance moves judas damn

• This is insane

• What is happening

• Why am I turned on

John 19:41-

• Ooh this is rather scary

• The way its literally just him on stage suffering is pretty intense

• IT IS FINISHED

Hope you enjoyed sluts

[ellabellabugz]

Day 5 of DP/Dc Week 22

Danny’s day was going pretty normal for being a halfa. An unaging halfa to be exact. He wasn’t sure when he lost track of time, but being stuck looking like a 14-year-old made him rerun school enough times. Always slipping in and out of different cities.

This year Danny chose Gotham. The city had enough ectoplasm reeking from it to help keep Danny nourished.

That and Clockwork had told him there was something ghostly happening within the city. Leaving it very vague on what was happening. Danny wanted to find out what. So two birds with one stone, school and figuring out what ghost was deciding to terrorize the gothic city.

Danny couldn’t help but stare at the buildings as he walked down the street. Sam would love it here. If you ignored all the smog and muggings happening around every corner, Gotham was rather beautiful.

Danny turned the corner, entering a darker ally. It surprised him how dark the city could become. At the moments he thought it was at its darkest, it decided to go HA your wrong and turn even darker.

Sometimes it felt suffocating like the darkness was closing in on him. Trying to drown Danny is the deaths happening throughout the city. It was hard to push it away. Hard not to let himself drown in the hatred and sorrow within the city.

But Danny managed.

His eyes slowly looked upwards as his walk came to a halt. The man in front of him grinned down at the boy, teeth yellow with beer stains. Danny could smell the man’s breath from a mile away, and even closer Danny swore he would shove a breath mint down the man's throat the second he could.

“Well, What do we have here.” The man drawled, knife gripped menacingly in his hand.

“Looks like a boy.” A woman's voice came from behind him, Danny glanced in her direction, catching a mop of black hair within his sight, before inwardly groaning. “A lost little boy.” The two of them laughed before moving closer.

“Don’t worry, we won’t bite.” The woman said, her hand snaking onto Danny’s shoulders. He fought off a shudder at how slimy her hand felt against his skin.

“Much.” The man laughed as the woman gripped Danny tightly as if trying to hold him in place. He didn’t bother fighting. The closer he got them the easier it would be to take them out. The man moved closer and Danny fought off a gag. Seriously did these people ever shower?

The knife pressed against Danny’s throat as the man moved closer. “Come on boy.”

“I don’t know what you want,” Danny said, fighting off the urge to tell the man to brush his teeth.

The woman laughed leaning down to whisper into Danny’s ear, her hot breath on his neck. “There are two things. Your money.”

“And-” The man was cut off as a shadow slammed onto him. Danny’s eyes widen as the familiar fog rose out of his mouth, eyes widening at the sudden attack.

Danny froze as something cold wrapped around him and he was yanked forward at an alarming speed.

Now Danny knew how to move fast, he could fly at unbelievable speeds but this was something new. He couldn’t focus on the world as the building flew by. The thing wrapped around his waist, he realized was an arm. It was hard and firm, holding Danny securely against whatever was kidnapping him.

Danny blinked and he was on the floor. The sounds of bats and water dripping filled the air. His eyes widened as he stared at the ghost. That had to be the ghost.

Why the heck did Batman have to be a ghost?

He just got kidnapped by Batman.

Batman who died. Danny watched when his death was reported

A groan pulled Danny’s attention away from the ghost to a man sitting at the computer.

That was the bat computer.

“B. you can’t just keep bringing kids in here.” Danny blinked at the voice, staring at Nightwing as he stood up. “This is what, the fourth one this week and it’s only Tuesday.”

Batman wasn’t phased by the chastizing but instead floated closer to Danny who just stared before the dead vigilante disappeared.

Nightwing was at Danny’s side, pulling him up to his feet. Danny scanned the cave, seeing it was mostly empty. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs.” Danny blinked as Nightwing pulled Danny towards a set of stairs.

“What?” Nightwing seemed startled at Danny’s question, turning his attention to the boy.

“Huh, all of the kids B takes can’t form words within the first hour they’re here. The shock of being kidnapped by Batman.”

Danny shrugged. “Nothing new about getting kidnapped, nothing new about ghosts.” Danny then fell silent as they entered into a study, his eyes landing on three kids in the room all chatting away.

All have very familiar looks.

Black hair

Blue eyes

Danny wanted to scream. Was Batman just a Vlad 2.0? Kidnapping kids with a certain look and never letting them leave.

Of course, this is what Clockwork was talking about. But Danny couldn’t just force Batman back into the ghost zone.

It’s Batman!

No, he had to be careful about this.

His eyes grew even bigger as they past other rooms, each having a few kids in them, all with the same hair color and eye color.

Nightwing seemed to wait patiently as Danny stared at the kids. Danny turned back towards Nightwing opening his mouth to speak. “How long has this been going on?” Danny asked as they entered a less populated area of the mansion.

“About two years, the kids come and go,” Nightwing answered, turning to face Danny with a quizzical look on his face. “What do you mean your familiar with ghosts?”

Danny shrugged before a smirk overtook his face. “I am one.”

“Yeah, sure.” Nightwing sighed. “Kid, sorry about B dragging you here, you can grab some food and leave if you want.”

Danny blinked. “Uh no.” Danny turned away from Nightwing, his eyes settling on a corner of the room.

Batman appeared in that corner. “Hey Batsy.” Danny called out, watching Nightwing startle slightly. “How about you stop kidnapping kids and open up a different safe haven for them? That way they don’t have a panic attack when the kid whizzed across the city within a few seconds. Or maybe you turn your obsession of yours into taking care of the kids you already have. Instead of… collecting them.”

Batman blinked down at Danny as if he didn’t understand him. Danny blinked back before groaning. Nightwing let out a startled yelp as Danny floated up toward the ghost.

Danny faced Batman and repeated his words in the ghost language. Watching as realization dawned on Batman.

After a second Batman looked around as if he didn’t know where he was. Danny watched this in confusion before another groan escaped him.

“Batman

You do know you're dead right?”

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

Sorry if this is more of a redundant question or related to one that you already did, but what is your opinion on people claiming that ships with little evidence or up to interpretation are "canon"?

I believe you mentioned this somewhat with FranFlam, but what about with other ships that you like where this seems to be common with like Metadede? Or is it the case of "it's fine as long as they aren't attacking people who think otherwise"?

under the cut! nah totally valid q anon i love talking about stuff like this:

tbh i think kirby is just a series that should not have romance in it at all. innocent things like ribbon and kirby in 64 is like fine because i personally dont take kid relationships too seriously but like anything else i just dont think its the place for it. for metadede in particular, ofc i love shipping and i like to scream with other shippers and pick out things and see it in a shippy context but i absolutely dont think metadede is canon, will ever be canon, or even particularly Should be canon actually. im just gonna stick to metadede and franflam like your examples for this because you dont really see people trying to claim any particular (fanon) m/f ship as canon in this fandom but hey even tho i think a lot of us can agree nintendo makes some great games, nintendo is also a big soulless corporation that does not care about us. if youre someone desperate to find a cake in the crumbs on the floor in terms of canon main/major character queer rep, anything nintendo is absolutely not the place for that

to answer your question, that sums up how i feel about other people who try to make canon ship claims too. i try to think the best of people because the lines get really blurred when a lot of people just like making jokes about ships being canon vs Actually genuinely thinking that, but for anyone who legitimately does try to push their ship as canon its just kinda like Mmmm. that gets a thumbs down from me... its not like problematic in of itself (unless you try to claim that people who dont like the ship are homophobic by default or something. youre getting thrown in the grain silo and you probably need to go outside) so like technically i guess i dont care, but i sure do think its obnoxious as hell and also absolutely REEKS of "FRIENDS dont DO that!! people who arent dating dont DO that!!!!! so they must be dating!!!!" and then the thing in question is the two characters like holding hands sometimes. of course theres something to be said about Writer intent but cmon this is a series where people kiss each other on the lips platonically all the time i cannot take canon ship claims seriously. why is so much of peoples worth in a ship staked in whether its "canon" anyways? it just comes off as wanting a reason to lord over others why a certain ship is better than everyone elses. unless two characters make out in a cutscene complete with blushing afterwards prefaced by a lot of romantic tension through the entire game previously its not canon. thats my hot take lol. we have a rare series where canon romance isnt in your face and shoved down your throat every moment and yet some bad folks in the fandom will try to do that for you still. unbelievable

[graytalents]

You’re so cute!

Now playing: 死ぬのがいいわ (Shinunoga E-Wa) - Fuji Kaze

[the beginning dialogue is taken directly from an outbound call on D9. This doesn’t turn to smut, although it alludes to it happening in the future. I’m still debating if I should go full smut with this in a pt 2 or stand-alone thing that could tie back to this if you squint rlly hard]

“Promise me. From now on… we’ll just look at each other, smile, and get through whatever comes,”Seven laughs. You had called him from the kitchen, wanting to hear his voice but also wanting to give him the option to decline if he was too busy.

The secrets were unraveling, but he felt free now. He felt lighter in a way he never had been before. You were with him, and you gave him the strength to push through whatever came, not just run from it.

Shyly, you peeked at him from the kitchen. He caught your eye, and you gave him a small grin.

“Why are you smiling? You just looked at me?” He shoots a wide grin back at you and continues to speak to you over the phone.. “I like you so much. I want to see how you react when I tease you. But… there’s a problem.”

He looks down at your legs. Your glance down, trying to catch whatever he’s observing.

“Can’t you, um, pull down that skirt? I think it kind of rode up when you escaped to the kitchen.”

He then tries pointedly not to stare, weary of making you uncomfortable.

“… What if I don’t want to?” you ask, cautiously.

“You’re not? Please …” he gulps. “I feel like my nose is gonna start bleeding.”

He stares at the ceiling, trying hard not to think about your words too much, or the length of your skirt.

Your skirt had bunched up slightly. It was originally at your mid thigh, but was now fluttering around the top of your thighs at various lengths.

You hung up the phone and padded over to him in your white socks.

He, sensing your change in location and dead tone on the phone, looked back at you.

There you were. Your hair was disheveled from your long day, and you were dressed in your pajamas since it was nearing 1 AM.

You looked sleepy, but your eyes hid something else. Was it lust? Or was it just the day taking its toll on you? Either way, Seven thought, you looked cute. Cute enough to… maybe he shouldn’t think about this right now.

“God.. I can’t,” he groaned. “I should go exercise. Or shower.”

He made a move to get up, but was stopped by your smaller hand on his shoulder.

Ever since he arrived, you had been trying so hard to give him space. God knows he needed it.

Yet.

Yet, you couldn’t help but think about his lips on yours. Now seemed like the perfect moment to see if he felt the same.

Slowly, you sank down on the couch on your knees beside him. You kept eye contact with him, only averting your gaze to glance at his mouth.

Slowly, you neared your mouth to his.

Slowly, your lips parted, as did his.

Slowly, you were enveloped in a kiss.

He kissed you back so sweetly. His mouth tasted like the dinner you had together earlier, but also tasted sweet. Almost like soda.

“Hey,” you murmured against his lips. “I thought I told you to cut down on the Dr. Pepper.”

He broke the kiss and laughed. “I’m sorry. I thought I could sneak one when you weren’t looking.”

You frowned at him jokingly. “When was that… oh! While I was in the shower? You’re unbelievable!”

He smiles at you, and leans in once more. Staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones, he says seriously, “I’ll never drink soda again if you kiss me again right now.”

Your face felt hot, but you sealed his promise. Your lips met, and you cupped his cheek with your hand. He, in turn, pulled you in gently by the back of your head. His mouth started wandering, and he gave you pecks all over your forehead, cheeks, nose, and eyelids. You giggled.

“Ahh, why do I like you so much? You talk to me all day while I’m working, and you’re stubborn as hell,” he says once he’s finished.

You lean into him and give him one last innocent kiss before biting hip lip. He lets out an involuntary gasp, prodding you to continue.

You kiss him feverishly, nipping at his bottom lip every so often. Once you gather your courage, you peck him over his cheek, down his jaw, and finally land at the spot below his ear. There, you lightly suck on his skin, creating a small mark.

His hands are on your upper arms, where he stops you by gently pushing you off of him. He keeps his grip on you while he speaks.

“Whoa, hey! Are you sure about.. you know, this? With me? You’re, uh, moving pretty fast there.”

You frown, for real this time. “Sorry! I-I thought you wanted to, um. Do you not want to? Is it too soon?”

He lifts his eyebrows, looking at you incredulously.

“Seriously? I’m basically living in and invading your house right now. I had to stop myself from making a move on you when you get out of the shower.”

His cheeks turn red as he continues.

“You just, you look so pretty, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. So, believe me when I say that whatever you want, I want it more.”

You beam at him. Tonight is going to be a long night, and you wanted to jump on the opportunity before he changed his mind.

“Well, you did promise to stop drinking soda. I wonder what other promises I can have you make.”

He laughs and pulls you in.

[star-star-fall-inlove]

ITS VALENTINES DAY AND WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? FLIRT!

So yeah Happy Valentines and if u get a random pick up line in ur inbox yep that was me. And to celebrate Valentines!!!

(Most are pickup line tho one will be a joke because...no just no)

Today was the day! The day of love and romance, and you were going to make your dear friends feel the love with your overwhelming affection. You already decided what you were going to do! And it's time to make it happen~ you slipped the the goodie bags you made yourself on their desk. You couldn't wait to get they're reactions! You walked away with a smile on your face happy to have completed your little project successfully.

Heartslabyul

♡ Riddle was surprised to say the least. Who could have put this on his desk? And why? This is unbelievable..this must be a joke now way would someone give him a chocolate and a...paper? When he read that paper slip his face was reddd like he was extremely embarrassed! But he appreciates the paper ...

The paper says: If beauty were time, you’d be eternity

♡ Trey was also a little shocked at first but he was suddenly overcome with amusement. This was really cute and nice and he would cherish this! The chocolate was tasty too ngl and he thinks he knows who might have given this to him. He's definitely going to back them something and give them a little note tomorrow!

The paper says: Are you a cake? Cause I want a piece of that.

♡ Cater got extremely happy when saw the gift on his desk! He most definitely bragged to the other's about this! He didn't care as much that the other's got the same gift as him. Because he was sure his had a certain feeling behind it. But either way he was happy and posted about this surprise gift! He was really happy when he noticed it wasn't chocolate but his favorite snack #BestValentine #Hilarious Pickup line #Happy Valentines Day

The paper says: Wow, when God made you, he was seriously showing off!

♡ Deuce He was stunned tbh like he was frozen still to the point he looked like a statue! He only recovered when he noticed Ace got one too. He was curious as to who gave him these? Not that he does mind...in fact he likes it a lot. He was red the whole day and very distracted. He really liked the pickup line

What the paper says: If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.

♡ Ace Woah Woah WOAH! Is this chocolate!? And a note! HELL YEAH! He was so excited he couldn't stop talking about it allll day it was starting to get annoying. But he couldn't help it! The note was extremely hilarious and the chocolate was goood. He definitely wants to thank the person who gave this to him! And he would definitely find them!

What the paper says: Are you a time traveler? Because I absolutely see you in my future.

Savanaclaw

♡ Leona, He wasn't planning on going to class at all but Ruggie wouldn't stop nagging him so he had no choice. He didn't really know what he felt when he saw the gift on his desk. But either way he was a little curious and opened the note..I don't know how you did it..but you made him a chuckle. He couldn't help it! It was just to damn cheesy! Who in this twisted world would even write this?? Actually he has an idea of who did. He'll be sure to tease you when he sees you

What the paper says: Are you any good at boxing? Because you look like a knockout.

♡ Ruggie, He was very interested in the chocolate now! Tho he kinda wishes it was a donut but he'll take it anyway. He wasn't interested in the note at all until Jack had mentioned so he decided to read it. He was caught of guard. He expected a "I love you" not this! Though it made his day so he'll take it

What the paper says: Now I know what a hot fudge sundae lacks. A hot slice of you.

♡ Jack, Chocolate? It's been a while since he last had Chocolate. And it was very delicious! He ate a couple of the Chocolate before reading the note. His usually serious face went red a little and couple of laughs could be heard. He's never laughed this hard in a while...

What the paper said: If I had a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I’d still only have five cents

Octavinelle

♡ Azul, He was a confused to see a note and a bag of chocolate on his desk. Tbh he was Hella suspicious of the goods, it took him a while to eat the chocolate. He only ate it after he read the note, His opinion on the note? Oh he thought it was weird...but He guesses it was cute...

What the note says: Hershey factories make millions of kisses a day, but I’m asking for only one.

♡ Jade, Jade was amused, don't get him wrong though he is curious to know who gifted this to him. And he will be investigating this matter soo yeah watch out, haha don't worry tho he'll most definitely thank you! And he'll give you a gift of his own that's all. He'll also compliment the chocolate you made and maybe ask for the recipe if he really likes it.

What the paper says: You know, I believe that honesty is the best policy, so to be perfectly honest, you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.

♡ Floyd, He wasn't interested in valentine at all. That was until he saw the gift in his desk. So he got curious and opened it tbh he wasn't really interested in the chocolate, he was more intrigued by the note. So when he read it he exploded in laughter honestly it was scary to the people next to him. Man his sides hurt too and couldn't breathe. But his thoughts on the gift were positive! Yayy

What the note says: I’m not currently an organ donor, but I’d be happy to give you my heart.

Scarabia

♡ Kalim, Kalim was confused but flattered. He didn't really understand the line but he thought it was cool and he could tell it was a compliment? He most definitely asked Jamil what he thought the paper meant and who thought gave it to him. But let's just say Kalim was veryyy happy the whole day! He very much liked the bracelet that was given to him!

What the paper says: If you were a Transformer, you’d be ‘Optimus Fine.’

♡ Jamil, Was also suspicious of the gift. Tho he later confirmed the chocolate was okay to eat when he saw the aduece duo eating similar chocolate. He wasn't really interested in the chocolate tho he did eat some. Let me tell u a secret he might not show it but he enjoyed the gift a lot!

What the paper says: If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put ‘U’ and ‘I’ together.

Pomefiore

♡ Vil, Vil wasn't shocked since he already received tons of chocolate and gifts from his fans. He wasn't surprised when there was some cheesy pickup line on a paper he also want not surprised for the gift to be a necklace that seemed to be hand-made. But he was surprised when he noticed a familiar writing style. He couldn't hold back a little a smile he had for you, this was very nice. He was also happy that you gifted him a necklace instead of a traditional chocolate or bear. You will definitely see him walking around with it on sometimes

What the paper says: I wish I’d paid more attention to science in high school, because you and I’ve got chemistry and I want to know all about it.

♡ Rook, He already knew it was you who gifted him this! He was in the classroom when you were going to drop the gifts on the desk. So of course you just handed him the gift with a smile. He was very thankful and liked the chocolate a lot! The note was very amusing and he'll be sure to write u a poem for you!

What the note says: You know, I’m actually terrible at flirting. How about you try to pick me up instead?

♡ Epel, Tbh Epel was having a bad day today, So he was annoyed when he say something on his desk thinking it was from Vil he walked up to his desk ready to throw it away when he noticed it was bag with a note. So out of curiosity he opened the bag. He actually never thought he would get chocolate and note tbh. That doesn't mean he doesn't like it! Infact he's very happy considering that today is Valentines! Though Vil might just take this chocolate from him....so he has to be careful

What the note says: If you were a fruit, you’d be a ‘fine-apple.’

Ignihyde

♡ Idia, You gave the note and gift to his brother Ortho! Idia was a little embarrassed and nervous at first but he eventually opened the note and red it...AND BOY WAS HE FLUSTERED! Like the tips of his hair was pink! Just imagine if u said this to him in person? Oh lord he'd die.

What the note says: Do you have a name, or can I just call you ‘mine?

♡ Ortho, He was surprised when you came up to earlier with a bear and bag. He was really happy when you gave him the bear and note! He found the joke hilarious! Ah! He promise to give the bag and note to his brother! So don't worry

What the note says: Why don't sharks eat clowns? Because they taste funny.

Diasonmia

♡ Malleus, He was the most surprised of them all. He would never expect anyone would give a him gift since...yeah. But he can tell who gave him this! He couldn't wait to see you tonight! So just expect to see a happy dragon man with flowers and chocolate for you and only you<3 You might even get a kiss On the forehead.

What the paper says: Kiss me if I’m wrong but, dinosaurs still exist, right?

♡ Lilia, He was amused, This was really cute! He could tell who wrote this and they weren't being very sneaky about it tbh. Just expect a note and box of chocolate on your desk the very next day! It might be to late but it couldn't hurt to repay you back! He hopes you enjoy his homemade chocolate as much as he enjoyed yours<3

What the note says: I’d like to take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring in your own snacks.

♡ Silver, Silver was also in class the only difference is he was sleep. And when I say he was sleep, he was really in dream land so he didn't hear place the bag down. He only awoke when the teacher taped on him. He was confused when he saw the bag and ofc suspicious of it at first. But he eventually ate the chocolate when his father said it was fine to eat. Also bonus points you made him blush and chuckle because of the note!

What the note says: Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I try walking by again?

♡ Sebek, You were placing the gift on his desk when he caught you. Manz demanded you tell him what you were doing. So all you could do was come clean and tell him that it was a Valentines gift for him. He was flabbergasted but had an odd overwhelming feeling of pride? Anyway to say the least his face was red and was stuff like "Oh? Uh um you got me a gift? Will..I.I see...will human thank you" He cleared his throat a lot lol! He greatly appreciates it so yayy

What the note says: You’ve got everything I’ve been searching for, and believe me—I’ve been looking a long time.

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I hope u guys enjoyed this lol! Because it was fun writing this<3

[thesocietyporg]

Okay I’ve watched Ghosted and here are my thoughts!

(that nobody asked for 😅).

Disclaimer, this movie gets a pass because it reunited Chris and Sebastian (and Mackie) and because Chris is SO DARN PRETTY with that beard and fluffy hair. 🥵

Firstly I’ll start with what I wasn’t so keen on and get that out of the way:

( don’t go into this movie expecting high art, don’t think too deeply about anything on screen and you won’t be disappointed)

- Almost all the problems I had with the movie I attribute to the bad script and bad direction (Sorry Dexter and co 😬).

- Unfortunately the character Chris is playing is let down by the writing, at times he’s just an unlikeable character.

- I wish they could have found a better plot device to get him to London and involved with Sadie’s mission without resorting to him stalking her . I think it would have been better if Sadie and Cole had been kidnapped near the end of their first date and Cole was just dragged along for the ride (and just ditched the whole ‘Ghosted’ concept- the title didn’t really pay off anyway)

- They made Cole a walking red flag 🚩 basically

- And I’m sorry to all the fans of Chris and Ana together, but I just don’t see the chemistry that all the other characters are talking about. Note: if you keep telling the audience that they have chemistry and sexual tension it doesn’t make it more believable 🫣

- I know it’s a rom com, but at times it’s just really saccharine and cheesy, especially at the beginning.

- The wigs are terrible and very distracting at times 😅

- Overall I think the movie just takes itself too seriously, it would have been much funnier if they had gone down the route of being a spoof and satire.

Okay now onto the things I loved about this movie :

- Chris is unbelievably hot, he looks really good here and I can’t wait for all the talented people on tumblr to gif it to death

- I think Ana and Chris did the best with what they had to work with. I think they could have given much better performances if they had better material.

- I think Chris showed good comedic ability at different points throughout the movie (and with stronger direction would have been really good and consistently funny) I think he was plenty believable as a fish out of water, naive and slightly goofy, small town boy !

- Seeing Chris as a farmer really did things to me 😩 why does he look so hot in waders standing in water?? In a beekeepers outfit ??? Seriously this man can make anything look hot 🥵

- I thought the actress who played his sister was really good 😊

And the main event !

Drum roll 🥁 we got a SEBASTIAN CAMEO !!!

The movie is at its best when they aren’t taking themselves too seriously - that’s why the part with John, Seb and Anthony is personally my favourite part.

Seeing Sebastian back on screen with Chris, looking like a stucky AU was like fanfiction come to life (that’s why this movie gets a pass regardless of messy plot holes 😂) . I don’t know what else to say that hasn’t already been said, but it just makes me so happy 😁

Seb proved again that he’s good at the comedy schtick! (I really hope his action-comedy movie happens now🤞🏼) and he also looked sexy as hell with the tousled hair and bangs. They both are truly too beautiful for their own good, on screen together they are powerful and overwhelming (that’s why he had to die so quickly 😉) PLEASE release behind the scenes of this!!! Dexter, I know I called your directing crappy, but pretty please 🥺

Also wtf was the Ryan Reynolds cameo?? It wasn’t even funny and completely unnecessary