#but really in a way the cop stuff is just set dressing

[vegaseatsass]

Just finished Beyond Evil. I can say with conviction that this drama contained the absolute most craziest intricate rituals to touch another man's skin that I've ever seen. Like normally I'm not that into AUs but I would read a million Beyond Evil AUs just to see authors try to capture whatever the fuck was going on between LDS and HJW in new settings.

"You PROMISED you would replace our coffee grinder that burns people but gets the job done with a fancy latte maker! You betrayed the customers, you betrayed me, I thought I meant something to you, I thought we HAD SOMETHING."

A year later, after defeating the evil corporate coffee conglomerate headed up by Han Ki-Hwan "You're - you're installing a fancy latte maker? Now? When I thought we could celebrate-grieve together? But WHY? WHY DO WE NEED A LATTE MAKER?? The customers are fine with the coffee grinder that burns them!! As long as you stay here in this coffee shop with it!! As long as this thing between us doesn't have to end...."

[damianwaynerocks]

ya know how it’s canon that damian was taking acting lessons with carrie? and that he was really good at it?

what if that’s his civilian job when he’s older?

like we know some of the bats have civilian jobs. bruce, obviously, runs WE. tim is CEO. dick is a cop.

what if damian’s civilian job is an actor?

i know it wouldn’t make total sense bc he’d probably have to leave set randomly in the middle of a scene because he’d have to go on a mission but hear me out.

we know he loved acting because he gets to be someone else. carrie says this:

and then damian says the same thing in super sons

yeah he could’ve been saying that to fuck with jon but because carrie said the same thing, i think he was being honest.

and besides, look at how he played that old man. that is a jolly old fella and i personally read it in sweet old man voice.

and the disguises he always chooses when going undercover are outfits like these

and yes you could say that it’s just a gag bit the writer put in to be funny or you could say that that’s how damian feels like “normal” people dress and he’s trying to fit in but to me!! i feel like it’s him trying to be the opposite of how he is. you know, being somebody else.

plus he’s so good with voices. he could easily put on any accent necessary.

and so i think he would be an actor. yeah, he wouldn’t be able to be in gotham all the time filming movies and stuff, but personally i love the idea of damian being like dick and moving out of gotham to become his own hero/person.

he’d get the opportunity to experience what it’s like to be someone else, someone who wasn’t taught to kill someone before they could walk, someone who wasn’t forced to grow up way too fast, someone who doesn’t have to risk their life every single night, somebody who doesn’t have to hold possibly the world’s biggest secret. he could embrace being a completely different person, even if it’s only for a few hours at a time.

and imagine how funny it would be for the batfamily to turn on their tv and watch their mean, stern little brother have a wide smile with an australian accent in a romantic comedy.

jason storming out of the manor after damian insulted him 30 times and then he turns on his tv to get his mind off it and there damian is on a beach searching for treasure side-by-side with tom holland

damian in a wired google search interview and the first result is “is damian wayne robin?” and damian just sighs.

damian on a press tour in an interview and he’s just shooting the shit with jennifer anniston.

tim watching the tiktok edits of damian and just silently fuming at the comments that are like “he’s so babygirl”

damian getting an offer for a star wars movie and yeah, he might hate star wars because the lightsaber duels follow no sword fighting etiquette but he takes the role anyways so that tim can’t watch his beloved star wars without seeing damian wielding a light saber with ewan mccgregor

would dc do it? no definitely not and logistically it wouldn’t work because crimefighter hours probs do not mesh with 14 hour days on set. however!! imagine damian in a buzzfeed puppies interview.

[tkthrilla-writes]

Oh Way Down We Go

An Alastor x Host!Reader that is set in the early days of their contract making, set while reader is in college

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“The fucking audacity! I swear if there is even a God- somewhere! Anywhere!” she shouted and screamed, her hands holding tight onto the bars, “Get me out of here!” she continued to yell out in her jail cell.

“Shut up already!” the police officer just outside her cell barked back, having had enough of her tantrums.

“I don’t even know what the hell happened and why I am here! Just let me go!”

“Not until your papers have been processed missy!”

And with a sigh of exasperation, she hit her head against the bars, “great,” she wallowed out, “now my future is ruined.”

“It’s your own fault for being at the crime scene and not cooperating!”

“But I didn’t do anything! I don’t remember anything,” she continued to bang her head on the bars a couple more times before giving up and heading over to the semi clean corner of the jail cell that did not smell or stink of piss. Leaning her back against the wall, and sliding down to sit on the floor in exasperation.

She wasn’t sure how long she had stayed there, could’ve been minutes or hours, people passing by giving her smug looks as if she was the guilty one and she wasn’t getting away with it. All she knew is that this situation revolved around a murder, while she did have an idea as to who committed the murder, she was telling the truth on not know what happened.  It’s not like she was awake or anything during the whole thing, and quite frankly, when Alastor takes over their body, he really takes over! While she does get an inkling as to what is happening, unlike Alastor who is there in the back of her head while she is in control, it’s as if she is in a deep sleep.

So you can imagine her ‘waking up’ in the middle of the street to police cars surrounding her, and cops pointing their guns at her while two people tried to drag her away and stuff her into the car! Her head was probably bruised because she was sure one of them knocked her head into the car door! And don’t get started on how they treated her in the interrogation room, literally only screaming and shouting right at her face for a murder that had just happened, five blocks away. She wasn’t anywhere near the scene of the crime! But no, she was the only one closest to the crime scene! It had to be her!

To top it all off, it was supposed to be her day today, and all she wanted to do was stay in and study! But nooooo, Alastor had to be a smartass and take over for the day, despite him know they have an exam in a couple weeks!

Why was she surrounded by idiots and assholes? All this demon was doing was making her life miserable, more so than it already was. With how badly he treats her, like a toy! Did she sell her soul to him? Sure she did. But he was supposed to help make her life better, not ruin it by sending her to prison!

At this point it started to feel like an eternity with how long and how board she had started to get. Till finally a cop showed up and actually started to open the cell, “Come on! You’re being bailed out!”

“Uh ok,” she said, pretty sure she looked dumb and stupid at the notion of her scrambling to get up from the floor, till she questioned, “by who?”

“By me,” a tall and tanned figure appeared in a white dress shirt and brown trousers to match. He wore only what she could describe as a very annoyed smile, his eyes showing no interest whatsoever, as if he would rather be doing anything else and be elsewhere rather than here. Which the feeling was mutual. “Come along… darling…” he held his smile, although that sounded a lot like a sneer. Ok now this guy was about to get on her nerves, but she wasn’t about to push her luck and miss a chance of freedom.

Dashing behind the tall gentleman while being sure to stick her tongue out at the cop, out of pettiness and extreme annoyance. Something the cop visibly reacted to what only could be described as the Beifong look of insult – you know the one.

The two kept silent as they both walked past the office booths full of police personnel, till they reached the reception area full of either visitors or people waiting to be transferred to a different department, more cops filtering in and out of the crowd while they we just two normal people walking out a building… well, almost normal.

The moment they had pasted the main door to go outside, down a couple of stairs, the ever so kind gentleman started to spazz for a second or two, “Uh you ok?” the human who had just got out what could be a prison sentence spoke up.

“Never better!” the gentleman replied annoyance becoming more evident the more his head started to twitch and bend to what should not have been humanly possible.

“Great! Now who are you and why’d you bail me out?! As far as I know I never made a call!” and so the tirade began, the frustration of today and what essentially could ruin an entire life still weighing down heavily.

“Must you be so dense darling?” darling having the main emphasis sounded quite condescending and quite frankly insulting, as the strangers smile started to grow even more annoyed.

“OI nobody calls me darling you creep, now come on answer my question!”

“Really? Nobody!” the man how just fizzled out into thin air, leaving the “darling” in question heavily confused, only finally clicking in a second later when a wave of immense exhaustion came crashing in, nearly knocking her down the stairs as her knees started to buckle. Luckily she caught herself just in time before taking a nasty fall to the head. Great! First jail time with a record and now a whopping hospital bill, what a great way to end the day!

“Al….” she sneered. 

“Darling….” He sneered back.

“Since when could you come out of my body and look human you demon?”

“Since those of are the rules of contracts with mortal denizens who are ALIVE,” he placed great emphasis on the word alive, “only able to do so for a few minutes at a time and takes great energy to make it work.”

“And now we are both exhausted and have a don’t know how long walk back home! Something that could’ve been avoided if you didn’t take over today!” Starting to walk down the stairs and struggling to march over to the bus stop that was thankfully conveniently placed infront of the police station.

“Excuse you! Where is my ‘thank you?! I’m the one who got you out!”

“Right after you murdered someone and put me in there in the first place!”

“First of all I unfortunately take no credit in that, although the circumstances were quite humorous! Second, you should be thanking me for erasing records of your involvement and getting you out!”

“Wait you did what?”

“I will not repeat myself dear,” the hmpf in his speech could be heard at the end, making the dear host of the demon just be startled in confusion, climbing up the bus that had arrived and would take them hopefully close to home, paying for the ticket fare.

“Why?” she finally asked after a couple of seconds of silence hung in the air, having finally sat down on something relatively padded and resting for a bit. The exhaustion of Alastor entering her body after he took his human form was weighing more than heavy on her nearly making her pass out on her seat. Only thing that kept her awake was the conversation they were semi-having and the fact that this part of town was not familiar to her so she needed to be aware and pay attention to her surroundings outside of the bus.

“Well I did maul it over after the lad insulted the way we dressed, however there were witnesses and it was broad daylight. Oh the irony of someone else getting to murder him!”

“No I mean, why? As in why erase my records and get me out?”

“Well it would do me no good in having my host behind bars where we would be unable to roam free and cause chaos and madness.”

The pause was evident between the two, leaving them hung in silence. The sun shining bright creating shadows to pass by on the humans face, the tiredness kicking in and making her lean on the bus window. The vibrations from that were making the emerging headache bearable.

“Doesn’t change the fact that it was supposed to be my turn today. Why’d you take over I thought you said you had more important business to take over than make sure a human is peak condition and fit for hurting others,” the sadness hung heavy in what they said, especially after they thought this whole taking over randomly fiasco was over and they finally settled on a schedule.

“I was but business finished early, thought I’d drop by and take over after you mauled at those books of yours for hours. A nice stroll would’ve done you some good!”

“Stroll or hunt for victims?”

“…. Failure,” Alastor retorted, feeling both insulted and called out on his other agendas.

“Dead,” she countered, making a face as she realised she said that out loud of the mental conversation that they were having.

“How dare you?!” he cried in offence.

“I dare,” she retorted, removing her head from the window, the vibrations becoming too much and starting to make said headache get worse.

 Alasator let out a Tsk at the sweet and daring audacity his darling host had.

“Thank you.”

“For what exactly?”

“I aint saying anything else! If anything you still owe me!” continuing on with their back and forth banter and shenanigans till they arrived home.

“Speaking of which,” his host started as soon as they returned back into the cramped-up dorm, it was just a small room with a bed, desk and bathroom, but it was cosy enough for one person – well… one person and their radio demon, who turned on the radio amidst the messy pile of books on the desk to fill the background with classic 1920’s music, “I thought you agreed on that schedule, thought I was finally going to have today, or do we need to fight again before we settle it,” the curtain on the window closed as clothes started to be flung all over the place, the human now more than ready to take a long shower to get rid of the smell of rotting hopes, crushed dreams and prison sweat.

“Honestly my dear how lowly do you think of me in this arrangement?”

“Just answer the question Al,” the exasperation could be heard with every word, now entering the bathroom and stopping to look into the mirror to see the dishevelled hair, bloodshot eyes, and dark circles getting darker if that was possible. Plus it was easier to talk to someone who is in your head when you can at least see another person.

“I do not know what to tell you or what it is you wisht o hear, this is my body after all, and you do not do a very good job at taking care of it –“

“You mean my body!”

“My contract, my host, my rules. Therefore, my body! You take these humanly affairs and books too seriously! It is good to pursue knowledge, I do encourage that! But what I do not encourage is this body of MINE to be in poor shape when it gets down to hell!” he continued, wispy and shadowed antlers starting to appear in the mirror, perfectly placed up on the head nearly like a thorny crown, radio static starting to fill the air and drown out the music playing in the background.

“Charming,” she says breaking eye contact with the person in the mirror in favour of getting in the shower. At least she can somewhat count on him to take care of her and get her out of prison before going straight to hell.

[steddieasitgoes]

Busker Eddie who always sets up right outside The Harrington and Son Law Firm because the overhang of the tall building gives him the best acoustics, and it’s right across from the subway line.

Sure he has to deal with Mr. Harrington calling the police on him for soliciting every time he shows up. But the tips he makes are worth it. Plus, he’s managed to win over the chief of police Hopper, who never writes Eddie up. He thinks it’s because Hopper has some kind of feud with Harrington, but he doesn’t ask. It’s better not to get involved.

Eddie’s busking his heart out one day. Giving his all to a small group of tourists gathered around him when a Young Suit marches over to him. Fights his way through the tourists, gets his hands on Eddie’s shirt, and yanks him away from the crowd.

The Young Suit is dressed like all the other suits who sneer at Eddie as they head into the building every afternoon. But this Young Suit doesn't look anything like the rest of them. His hair is fluffy and styled to perfection, nothing like the clean-shaven and buzzed heads Eddie's used to. His walk is a little less polished, dress shoes a size too big on his feet, Eddie guesses. But it's his eyes that really give him away. They're not dark and dead like every other suit who sold their soul to the devil. There's a glimmer of life behind this guy's eyes, enough that Eddie doesn't immediately start his rant about how lawyers are the devil reincarnated.

He still gives him shit though.

"What the fuck man?"

"Look, I don't want to do this," Young Suit says, running a hand through his hair. "But my dad's ready to throw the fax machine out the window if you don't leave so can you please find somewhere else to busk?"

Dad, huh?

Eddie can work with that.

"Ah, so you're the son in Harrington and Son's Law Firm," Eddie says, a salacious grin appearing on his face. "Sorry, Harrington Jr., but no can do. This is my spot. Tell daddy I have the license to prove it."

Harrington Jr. sighs dramatically before his hands land on his hips. He looks like an exasperated soccer mom.

A cute exasperated soccer mom.

Oh.

Oh no.

"Could you at least change the days you're here then?" Harrington Jr. asks. "My asshole dad never works on Mondays and Tuesdays. If you busk those days, I'll make sure no one calls the cops on you."

"Like I said, no can do," Eddie says, casually. "I make most of my rent money on Thursdays and Fridays. Daddy dearest will have to deal with it."

"Don't do it for him, do it for me."

"And why would I do anything for you?" Eddie asks, caught off guard for the first time in a long time.

Harrington Jr. gets a wicked look in his eyes. Lips twitching upward in a smirk that has Eddie's knees seconds away from buckling.

"Because I actually like your voice and want to hear more of it without my dad screaming and threatening violence in the background," he says, laying the compliment on thick. "I can also make it worth your while."

"How do you plan on doing that?"

"I have a friend who works at the club on 9th. One phone call and you can be performing on a real stage for people who don't smell like stale subway air. You're too good to be performing on street corners."

The offer is tempting, it is. But Eddie can hear his uncle's nagging voice in the back of his head. The one that tells him not to take offers from strangers, especially not pretty ones who can't be trusted.

"Tell you what, Harrington Jr." Eddie flirts. "I'll think about it, while I finish my set. Till then, I'm not leaving. "

"Better keep watch for flying fax machines then," Harrington Jr. sighs again, finally dropping his hands from his hips. He turns to go back inside but stops abruptly, digging in the pockets of his pants before pulling a thick wallet out. He leafs through it before tossing an impressive stack of bills in Eddie's open guitar case.

Eddie waits for him to say something else, but he never does. Just stuffs the wallet back in his pocket and drags himself back inside the building.

When Eddie's sure Harrington Jr. is back inside, he kneels down to inspect his earnings. He nearly passes out when he spots three crisp hundred dollars bills lying under a business card that reads:

Steve Harrington Associate Lawyer Harrington and Son Law Firm 646-442-8422

Well played, Eddie thinks as he pockets the business card with Steve's number. Well played, indeed.

[yellowocaballero]

One of the many things that I've been doing instead of writing are these damn manwha binges and Villain To Kill is literally so funny. The comic premise is straightforward action, think Tokyo Ghoul meets Solo Leveling - local Genetically Superpowered Superhero Cop working for corrupt Hero Organization gets #betrayed and #murdered and is reincarnated into the body of a Genetically Superpowered Villain Teenager so now he has to join up with all the other villain superpower people to get justice.

It's so 5/10. Cassian is extremely OP and the story isn't well-written enough to pull that off well. The worldbuilding is so incredibly nonsensical and weak that it falls apart if you think about it for more than five minutes (tried to write fic for it and failed because I would have had to rework the entire world - which, I could have, but that's a lot of effort for Villain to Kill). The plot is mostly any OP action hero plot where guy gets increasingly powerful by fighting increasingly powerful guys. Cassian himself has almost nothing going on internally, to the point of elegance. And it is somehow the gayest manwha I've ever read.

It's the fucking character designs. And like its narrative but it's the fucking 100/10 character designs. The entire cast's design and characters slam. There's not that much depth but we don't care. You know if we don't like somebody if they look vaguely straight, and you know that we like somebody if they look like they were set to tumble dry in the queerness washing machine. The (great!) women are high femme or hard butch. The corrupt institution assassinated a man Cassian loved and framed & murdered him, at which point he was adopted by a rag-tag bunch of flamboyant homosexuals deemed unacceptable and undesired by society who all teamed up and decided to villainize society in exclusively funny ways and spend most of their time gossiping or hacking the Pentagon. An AFAB character dresses as a man and goes by he/him pronouns half the time for no good reason. Cassian is physiologically incapable of thinking about anything but violence so the heartwarming found family scenario's going over his head, but his Painfully Het Hero Foil Indoctrinated Into Homophobia caught the found family ball and now he's dancing in their gay bars and dressing in drag. There's only a few characters who are explicitly gay but this is gayer than that.

I talked a while back about how important a decent supporting cast is to a good story, and this is yet again good proof. Looking at this, I think I'd go further and say - it's an action manwha, we're reading it for a reason, we don't need character-driven story arcs or really complex characters. I think it's just charisma. A story can go really far on characters with charisma.

TV Shows that are carried on the lead actor (Columbo I love you) - it's because the actor has charisma. You watch it to see the actor hang out being himself. That's way way harder to do in fiction, but I think that "a complex character" isn't necessarily a "charismatic character". I'd rather have a cast of only charismatic characters rather than only complex ones. A story of any genre needs a strong cast of charismatic characters. They can be deep or they can just be chaotic lesbians. Charisma invests the reader in the story and the characters. It's simple but it's really powerful. And it is fucking hilarious how sometimes all you need to do on that front is "Rupaul this shit".

I can't genuinely recommend Villain to Kill and this is not a recommendation. But random stuff always interests me like this, and I really had no idea that I would read 120ch of a manwha bc the designs fuck so hard. Also, like, this is queerest manwha I've ever read. Somehow. Fucking somehow.

[christinebloodwrittings]

Smart Dress pt2

Request: Hiiii Could you do a Loki x reader based off Green Green Dress from tick tick boom?? It’s a 3am idea and I can’t get it out of my head. It’s probably dumb but you’d def be able to do it actually well. By: @amesmorningstar

Re requested by: @eleniblue

Sorry for the delay, I went through some stuff.

Part one

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Will Loki be able to fix his mistakes?

Warnings: angst, NSFW.

Loki Taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @beakami @lokiprompts @ilovefanfictions @eleniblue @novena-proxy  @lulubelle814  @beakami @laurenandloki @tjellisworld

“Stay” he pleaded against your hair, “Give me one good reason”.

“I really…uhm” it wasn't the best moment to be at loss of words, but he tripped with all sorts of different sentences, not a single one made sense or was good enough to express how he felt.

He took way too long, in tears you sighed, putting your hands on his arms to force him release you, "I knew it" you murmured.

"Fuck" he cursed. Loki turned you around, closed the door with your back against it, and before you could protest he kissed you.

That kiss took you back to the beginning of the year. New year's eve, you just got back from a two week mission, that wasn't supposed to last two weeks.

You almost missed New year's eve, your plan was a night of sleep, not caring about the whole thing, because you were bruised and tired, because you just had to be undercover rescuing some dumb cop that got caught spying some mobsters.

Apparently it involved the avengers because the cop is a mutant of some sorts, so because of his dumb ass you were stuck in a dirty cell instead of celebrating.

And why you? Because no one else wanted to go, and you were late to the meeting. Stark had the laugh of his life.

Stark on the other hand, teared that plan to shreds with his whole event going on. There was no way to reach the dorms with the party in your way. Also with Natasha and Wanda being all over you to get you to stay and have fun.

You ended up staying because, what the hell, right? You needed the drink and to kick someone's ass for the horrible mission they threw you in.

After a lot of drinks, Thor saw pertinent introducing his brother to the team, seeing that no one would be within reason enough to refuse him, bold but smart move.

Loki, in your drunken eyes, was the most beautiful being you had ever seen, though, what came out of your mouth was simply humiliating.

You called him weird, because you believed aliens were supposed to be green skinned, he actually laughed and told you his actual skin color is blue, in his ever so sarcastically polite manner of course.

Since he was in a mean mood, your drunken ass had no other better idea than making him absolutely uncomfortable. "So if your skin is blue, then so is your tongue and your dick?" Everyone of course laughed at your dumb question, Thor on the other hand was a bit worried the temper of his brother might get him to set you on fire.

"You talk to me like that again, mortal, I dare you" his voice resonated through the room, making the other 'ooh' in response, like when a classmate is being called out by the teacher.

After a good laugh, you stood up, poked his leather covered chest and spoke, "Listen popsicle, I had a rough couple of weeks, okay? Threaten me again, and I'll throw you out that window" pointing the open window behind you. "You wouldn't dare" he lowered his head enough to be face to face with you, his lips very close to yours.

After a little snicker, you stole a kiss from him, "Behave handsome, and you'll never know" after a wink you sat again, taking a big sip out of your drink.

To say he was stunned was an understatement, he had his revenge though. After Wanda changed your liquor into water, pulling what you called a reverse Jesus, you weren't drunk enough for when Loki cornered you against a wall and kissed you.

"An eye for an eye, minx" he purred in your ear before vanishing in the air.

Funny, he swore you wouldn't remember, but when you reminded him of it the morning after, he spilled his coffee all over the kitchen counter.

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"Please stay" he brought your mind back to the situation, "Ask the bitch you were with to satisfy you, she must be looking forward to fuck you" he chuckled at your spite, finding it both cute and alluring.

"Is that why you've been unbearable all week? You're jealous." His eyes shone with the power that emanated from within him, power that he knew he had over you.

"I'm not jealous." Your denial made him laugh, even more than he was already having fun with your anger. "Honey, if you wanted my attention so much, you should have told me." He closed the distance, raising one knee to separate your legs and have you closer. .

His goal must have been to devour you, because of the way his tongue tasted the inside of your mouth, a kiss that lit the candle of passion for him.

"Wait," you moved your face, breaking the kiss, searching for air more than anything. He waited a couple of seconds for you to say something else, that you didn't want him, that you hated him, with no response.

Your lack of words guided his hand to cup your neck, gently at first, then pulled roughly until he devoured your mouth again, biting, without regard, the soft flesh of your lips.

"Darling, I've realized how careless I am to leave your needs unattended, let me fix that" he lowered his head to your collarbone and from there to the base of your ear he licked like a wolf getting a taste of his prey. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

You wanted to resist, but his kisses, ever so skillful, his hands traveling from your ass to your hips, just enough to hug them and lift you up, automatically you hooked your legs behind his back, then your hands flew to hang on his shoulders, for support. It was all too much.

This is what he does to get you in motion, you knew it. He pulls you up and then you're so lost in him, there's not enough sense that can overthrow your hunger for his clever touch, the bites he likes to leave as he goes down on you, his smart silver tongue against your clit.

In one swift motion, he laid you down on his bed, still having at least one hand on your hips to keep you grounded.

He wanted to have you again, fast. You, were doomed and lost in his caresses, your hands were all over his back and hair, his own matching your movements, while his pelvis teased yours, thrust after thrust, both undergarments were soaking wet.

As time went by, your doubts dissipated, all that remained was the lust you felt for the evil-born god, who with his hands got rid of all excess clothing. He didn't pay any attention to your lingerie, much less to your wounds. His cock was no mystery to you, he was huge and veiny, perfect for touching all those internal areas that needed his attention, and boy was he good at using it.

His hips collided with yours with each thrust, the sound of skin touching and the wet sound filled the room, as did your moans and his.

Ecstasy was a word you wouldn't use for that moment, there was a knock at the door, and it turned out to be none other than the bitch who accompanied him to the party, which made Loki hit you much harder to divert your attention.

He pulled out of you for a few seconds, then pulled your body towards him, rotating your hips until you were on all fours. He grabbed your hair and he continued fucking you, the thrusts getting stronger and more accurate, hitting every single spot he knows make you week.

"You're mine, to touch, to have, only mine" he breathed against your ear, to which you couldn't respond, the heat clouded your senses, a warm feeling crawled up your core to your chest, a feeling you knew the meaning.

"I love the way you squeeze me when you cum" he said in between panted laughs, "Now, stay, please" you shook your head, "Please love" he then pulled out, grabbed his boxers and came inside them. Disgusted, he threw them on the sink in the bathroom and left the water running on it, until they were soaked, then turned it off and returned to your defeated, tired and ashamed being.

He reached for you as soon as he positioned by your side, but you rolled away from him, "Darling, my sweet love" his hand caressed yours, it was so warm, but of course your pride was stronger than your love for him, so you moved it away from his touch.

"You're still mad at me?" he sounded so surprised, so you laughed, sarcastically obviously. "All this time, you made me believe that you liked me enough".

"What do you mean? I like you," you didn't want to believe anything he said at that moment, "But you still go out with other women, you kiss me, you fuck me and I'm still not enough," again he was left without explanations, " Honey, that's not-" he tried, but he stopped himself, biting his tongue before saying something he'd regret.

"I don't care, you made me think you wanted more than just a quick fuck, but then it was slut after slut" you stood up, first putting on your bra, then your stockings, then your dress, your shoes were actually too much for the state of your legs, so you had them hanging

“Y/n” he called out to you, but you still hadn’t gotten everything out of your chest.

"I'm sick of this, Loki, I don’t wanna do this anymore" holding a tear behind while saying it, burned, but you had to either draw the line or break the cycle.

"But I do like you" that wasn't enough, he thought, still being at loss of proper thinking.

"That’s not the point, horns" he saw in your eyes, and on the way you were hugging your shoes close to your figure, a way to feel your words, deep inside him they resonated.

But before he could feel bad, "It's been a while since you called me that" he purred that sentence like a way to ease the tension.

But you huffed and rolled your eyes, making him lose some of the sanity he had left, "Norns woman, will you tell me what I did wrong?".

"Geez Loki, do I have to think for you too? You used to be so witty, maybe the whores sucked off your brain too"

“Right, stay mad at me for absolutely no reason then, that’s fine by me”

"No reason? I wasted a year of my life to a god, that resulted no different from a regular human asshole"

“Mind your words, mortal”

“Funny, I thought you liked my dirty mouth, horns”

“Just tell me what I can do”

“Figure it out”

As soon as he saw you leave the room, he jumped out of bed, dressed with a spell, and ran after you. The sounds of the party were getting louder, obviously the party continued, a simple fight was always part of Stark's meetings, so people saw it as something common.

“Y/n, you were right” he caught your arm, just before you stepped out to the living room. “I started feeling things for you, but, I couldn’t bring myself to fill in the role of partner you need, not because I didn’t wanted to, the reason is unknown to me” his doubt was the only reason you needed to know that he was still the same prince that blew up his own planet a year ago.

“Sounds void to me” your coldness gave his frozen heart frostbite, so full of truth nonetheless, “I know, but I can’t afford to lose you” it had to stop, you thought, “But you can’t bring yourself to love me properly” you slipped your hand from his touch, “I…We need to stop, I can’t with this”.

It's hard to let go of something you thought you loved but that was destroying you with every kiss and empty promise, but the feeling of freedom that invaded you after a month of detox was unmatched.

Finally, after a month, you stopped caring who he was dating or not, and also the gifts he left at your door, with letters begging for your forgiveness. "You're forgiven, Loki, I'm just not interested in having anything with someone who doesn't know how to take things with responsibility and commitment," much less with a prince who has always had everything on a silver platter and women who lined up to have sex with him.

Maybe he was much more than that, but you didn't know, he never let you see beyond his superficial way of being. You saw some vulnerability when he hugged you after sex and stayed with you until the next morning, and then he said goodbye with a kiss, but after so much pain, you started to doubt if he was really opening up to you, or it was only the reflection his exterior facade.

Either way, life goes on, and so did you.

[siriannatan]

I had Convex thoughts, and I have no idea when I'll have time for a longer piece so I decided to share some of my thoughts :}

(I might have written it all on my phone which I rarely do)

Warning: unsolicited kiss.

CubScar modern magic au

Cub inherited old aunt's house but cannot sell it before he's lived there for three years.

He moves in on a late, rainy evening and with no energy left leaves unpacking for the next day that according to internet would be as cold and rainy as the late evening.

When he wakes up there are signs of fire burning in the fireplace that he never started. All his things are unpacked and orderly sorted in the walk in closet. His laptop that was dead last evening after hours of dealing with matters of aunt Constance's will is charged on a small desk near the bed. A fresh and folded too perfectly set of clothes is waiting for him.

Radio's playing somewhere in the house.

Against his better judgement Cub, not getting dressed yet, instead of calling the cops went to investigate. The radio could be on some weird timer after all, and he was willing to chuck all else at forgetting he did it due to being tired.

Downstairs in the kitchen he meets a handsome man. Man is a wrong word. A demon, judging by twisting horns and tail. Dressed in a garish maroon suit, setting a table ready for breakfast. Who quickly turned to greet him with a wide smile and "Good morning, master. I hope you slept well," before Cub fainted, sure he was still asleep.

Instead of hard wood floor he hit something warm and soft.

When he woke up again he was in the bed, breakfast on a rolling cabinet, the demon opening the curtains.

.................

Cub had no magic so far BCS of a seal his aunt placed on him, intending to teach him when he got older. She died before she could do that so she summoned Scar to guard and help Cub as the seal broke with her death.

She purposely chose an incubus since he could stop excess magical energy that Cub would have the easiest and safest way. Kissing him

....................

After Cub wakes up after fainting, he feels too warm and really weird.

"I really would have preferred to explain first but," the demon sighed, loosening the ribbon and collar of his shirt. "But we have to kiss unless you want to die rather painfully. The names Scar if it makes it better," he said and before Cub could protest there was a pair of soft lips on his. Scar's tail wrapping aroun one of his wrists. It was shockingly strong, stopping him from pushing the demon away.

As much as Cub hated to admit it the kiss was nice. And his first one ever. And it made the heat and dull pain slowly go away. Up this close Scar's eyes were unnaturally green. And shine with something Cub could not name.

...........

"What are you doing?" Cub asked as the demon, instead of leaving the room so he can dress in peace, picked up the who knows when ironed shirt. As if he was goin to...

"Helping you get dressed, obviously," Scar said, with that infuriatingly handsome smile of his.

This was where Cub drew the line. He can accept surprise kisses. Having all his stuff unpacked. Clothes ironed, as uncomfortable as that made him feel. But not help with getting dressed. "No," he said and practically tossed the demon out the room. And took a deep, relieved sigh.

He was about to start getting dressed when a disgruntled Scar walked in through the locked door. "I am very sorry but your aunt left me with clear instruction to take care of you," this time his smile was borderline predatory.

Cub just gave up. He was not arguing with a demon he knows nothing about and who can walk through solid walls. As embarrassing as it was. "Fine... But no helping me with bathing and such. I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself," Cub huffed, mostly to save some of his dignity.

[what-are-you-willing-to-do]

The Date

SFW

Hopefully this is what you wanted 😫✨

Now Dacre and Billy are fine as hell but Billy is racist so for the sake of this let’s pretend he’s just an asshole and not a racist one 😍.

Gn!Enemy!reader x (non racist) Enemy! Billy Hargrove

This became an enemies to lover story and I love it. 

A bit of suggestiveness, fluff and all in all soft stuff

Billy was a well known asshole, playboy a all in all tease, he had his fair share of enemies but to say you were his favorite was an understatement. He would constantly get into fights with you while people would be watching and you were the only one he couldn’t beat. 

One thing that Billy hated loved about you was how close you were with his family to be honest. Billy was sitting in the couch relaxing and drinkin’ a beer when suddenly max comes in early. “Max what the fuck are you doing here so early.” He questions sitting up as sweat drips down his shirt. “It was a half day. Y/n was walking and saw I was sitting infront  of the school waiting for you so they dropped me off.” 

Billy was stunned you never showed any kindness to anyone nonetheless empathy?! “Are they still outside?” Max shook her head no. “Mhm I don’t want you near them.” Billy says glaring at Max. “What why?!” Max questions angrily. “Because I fucking said so Max!” He yells as she runs upstairs. He sighs as he leans back running a hand through his hair. What are they planning… 

“So Billy!!! Are you coming to the Halloween party!!” Some girl asks blushing wildly. “Uh, yeah.” He says smiling as she squeals and runs with her other friends. He sighs. “A fucking Halloween party.” He walks off angrily. 

It was the day off the Halloween party people were dressed in skimpy Halloween outfits as the whole place reeked of sweat and sex. He had leather pants, a red jacket and cheap devil horns. With a chain of course. As soon as he walked in everyone was all over him as he faked a smile to everyone. 

He walks in grabbing a beer and drinking it like a man who just got out of a desert. When it started to hit mid night even it got a bit chaotic for him. The doors were slamming back and forth as there were moans and music blasting though the frat house. He grabs another one walking outside in the backyard. “No fucking way, l/n?” Their they were sitting on a seesaw as the chilly rain poured down on them. 

They groan in annoyance about to stand up and leave when Billy shout. “Wait a sec hold on.” He says as he walks towards them. “I wanted to thank you.” They quirk and eyebrow. “For everything you’ve done for max. I appreciate you looking out for her from aware.” Their eyes soften a bit. “It’s not a big deal just looking out for everyone like we all should.” They say putting their hands in their pockets. They actually looked really good in their costume it was simple but stunning. 

“It’s cold out here.” Billy sighs in annoyance. “Here come on toots.” They point to a swing set that happens to have a wooden bar over it shielding the wind. “So what brings you to a fucking frat party?” He questions. They were gonna ask the same thing but this is fucking Billy Hargrove it’s quite obvious. “My friend was going and he can always be a bit, easily influenced so I wanted to look out for him.” They say as they pick at their nails. 

“That’s nice.” He says as y/n turns the head confused at this new side of Hargrove. “I wish someone would look out for me like you do with people.” He says smiling as he looks at the dark sky. “Who says I don’t look out for you?” They ask tilting their head. His eyes go wide as he looks confused. “I look at for everyone family, friends and especially enemies.” They say smiling as the their soaked hair drips. “Huh..” he looks at them with a light blush on his face not sure if it’s him catching a cold or them.

“Mhm it’s time for me to get going the cops should be here soon, I suggest you get going to if you don’t want something else on your permanent record.” They say smiling. Maybe he shouldn’t be such an ass to them…

It was the weekend which meant slacking off. “Billy! I’m going out with friends y/n’s dropping me off!!” Max shouts as Billy immediately throws a pair of pants on. “Hold on a second dont go yet!!” He shouts. He snuffs out his cigarette running to the yellow mustang infront of him. “Y/n!” He yells as Max rolls down her window. “Oh hey.” They say leaning over. “After you drop Max come over.” He says smiling “eh? Why?” Shit, “uhm I need help with a subject and everyone was busy!” He says smiling to cover up his lie as max and y/n see through his facade. 

“I was gonna watch max and then while we were there. You can just come along if you want.” They say pointing to the backseat. Billy smiles. “Max move right now.” Max groans “ay let her sit there you can go in the back.” They say as max smiles smugly as Billy glares at her. 

“Alright Max come on.” They say as they unbuckle their seat belt getting out as Billy and max follow. “Alright I see my friends you guys can stay or leave whatever you wanna do. Thanks y/n.” Max says hugging them tightly. “No problem Max don’t go home to late alright. Call me if you need anything you know my number!” They shout as max runs off with her thumbs pointed up. 

“So this was like a date right?” They question looking at him as he blushes. “If you don’t mind I’d  love  to take you to dinner.” They say smiling as he nods happily. “Alright than but your paying.” They both laugh as they walk together going to find some place where they can devour some good food. 

[michelleelizabethtanner]

Annnnnd I’m back….

So, the scene in Beth’s kitchen where she says “What did I do now?” and the discussion ends up with Rio stating “he’s in our way”… super curious to hear what you you read between those lines. Cause the exchange feels loaded even tho it’s brief.

Please come back any time! ❤️❤️❤️

It is so heartbreakingly funny that all these two people needed from each other was some sort of confirmation of the other’s feelings. Like, that is ALL they needed.

Rio tried every single shady approach he could possibly think of to woo her. Set her up as his fall guy, kidnap her and try to force her to commit murder, threaten to kill her, make her watch while he killed someone, take all her stuff and money, threaten to turn her in to the cops for a murder he committed, make fun of her dead bedroom and rub up against her ass, invite her to dinner with his family and bring her to orgasm for dessert, then tell her she looks pretty in her dress the following day, kidnap her sister and make her cry… Like, this man tried every trick in the book and somehow she still wasn’t choosing him. Imagine! He pouted over her SO much that whole season!

Until he gave it one last shot and changed his approach. Instead of playing tug of war with her, he let her win. He brought back her stuff and her campaign money, told her he believed in her, made adorable banter with her, took a t-shirt with her face on it because he thought it looked cute. If we remember all their interactions prior to that – he was extremely guarded, wouldn’t even glance at her cleavage, resigned himself that she isn’t going to choose him. Probably told himself he didn’t care. Until Nick really started goading him about it. Rubbing in Rio’s face that he took Beth from him. And in true male fashion, Rio suddenly became capable of emotional intelligence when presented with a male rival.

The way that man GIGGLED when he realized Beth was screwing Nick over. All his angst and pouting and frustration with how Beth was slipping further and further away was suddenly gone and his world was full of possibilities again. She gave him the smallest sign, and he was at her door, knocking respectfully, sitting at her counter with his soft smile and sparkling eyes, telling her he’s choosing her. He needed SO little from her to dive in head-first again. Just a sign that she wasn’t Nick’s and BOOM, there’s Rio basically proposing to her.

All that is to say, I don’t think there’s much between those lines in that conversation in her kitchen. It’s one of their most straightforward interactions. Rio’s being fully and completely honest with her. “He’s in our way.” I’m choosing you. Above family. Above my pride. Above my anger and above our history. Because of our history. I’m choosing you. So if you need something, darlin’, all you gotta do is ask.

And that was all Beth needed. Just a sign that she isn’t “just work,” and BOOM, there’s Beth trusting in him implicitly. Despite the fact that he never showed up to meet with the Secret Service. Despite the fact that Mick came to shoot her and she believed Mick worked for Rio. She believed in him fully. Took off her mask for him. Stopped lying to herself for him.

How f&$@ing romantic is that???? I still can’t get over how insane this couple is. And how hypnotic their standoff is. Until it isn’t a standoff anymore and they decide to be terrible people together. A love story for the ages.

[xiaq]

Long ago someone once told me that “Harry Potter is the ‘little black dress’ of [fan fic/crossover fic]”. I never really cared for HP as a story, and more (less?) so now because of the hate hole the author cannot dig herself out of. As someone still writing HP fic in the modern age, would you be able to explain the above adage? What exactly is it about HP mythos that’s so attractive for crossover fic?

Thank you for your insight.

I'm very tired so I apologize for what will likely not be a super coherent response but here we go:

I've never heard it expressed this way, but I think the sentiment is accurate. I can't answer for everyone, obviously, but the appeal of HP for me (despite JK Rowling's awfulness and the inherent problematic aspects of the material itself) is A. nostalgia and B. the HP world's ability to work as a foundation for a plethora of genres/tropes that can easily be adapted by writers while still being recognized by readers.

The A. is pretty self-explanatory. I read the first HP book when I was 12 and a new one was released pretty much every year after that. I grew up with Harry Potter and the HP fandom. I know a lot of queer folks my age have a similar attachment, and JK's terfness has actually encouraged us to write/create more fandom content as a way of reclaiming the material (I said in another post, we don't just believe in Death of the Author in this house, we believe in Murdering the Author and then rifling through her stuff to keep the good things and toss the bad). The B, which is more what you're referring to, I think, is the foundational aspect. HP is a cultural phenomenon. Most people in the US over the age of 10 at least have a basic knowledge of the world/characters, which means it's a great anchor point for people creating media. It also encompasses, or can support, a really diverse breadth and depth of genres/tropes. The world is large, which means the sandbox for transformative fans to play in is also large. And a lot of the sandbox is gestured to but unexplored in canon. The possibilities are endless. You can write a fantasy, a mystery, a romance, a sports romance, a buddy cop narrative, a kidfic, a coffee shop au, etc. and it's all, more or less, in-universe. Because the universe contains multitudes. The HP fandom is also VERY forgiving/supportive of diversions from canon within "canon" worldbuilding. It's probably the most supportive I've seen. I mean, the majority of fic I've read is proudly tagged as canon non-compliant and/or epilogue? what epilogue? Most fic falls into two camps, I think: "I love this, so I'm writing more" and "This thing has promise but you fucked it up and I'm going fix it." I feel like a good portion of HP fandom, at least today, is doing the latter. The first HP fic I wrote, and the one I'm working on now, play very fast and loose with the magical dynamics Rowling set up, completely throw out her shitty werewolf rhetoric, and are focused on trauma and creature politics--something Rowling didn't really address in any depth (and what little she did I'm ignoring). But I can do all of that while still being anchored in a familiar environment that folks feel comfortable in.

Hopefully, that makes sense. And if anyone wants to add to (or disagree with!) my thoughts, go for it.

[luvkun4]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐎𝐔𝐒

IF YOU REALLY THINK THAT YOU CAN STOMACH ME :: Daichi Sawamura

⊱ summary ─── Costume trying gets Daichi a little too excited.

⊱ warnings ─── fem!reader, smut, established relationship, semi-public sex (dressing room), some clit stim, not much prep, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, pretty tame/vanilla stuff, super abrupt ending, not proofread

⊱ word count ─── 1.1k

a/n: my entry for @discordkittenjoestar halloween collab !! i had like three other ideas for this fic but ultimately left it relatively short & simple. hopefully it doesn't suck ass, but y'know, you win some you lose some

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, MINORS DNI!

“So which one do I try first?” you ask, holding up two separate costumes with an almost mischievous smile.

Daichi observes them both — a skimpy cheerleader or a sexy cop, you sure were a woman after his heart. 

He chuckles,  “Whichever one you’d like. You’ll look amazing in both.”

You huff, amused. He was sweet, but that didn’t answer your question. You picked these specifically for him, knowing he had to favorite at least one of them more than the other. Of course, he’d keep his true opinions to himself until he actually saw you in them, though.

“I’ll decide myself then,” you grin, grabbing his wrist and leading him to the dressing rooms, “C’mon.”

“Woah woah, slow down missy,” he utters, stopping you in your tracks, “You can come out and show me — I’m not allowed in there with you.” “Says who?” you question, a devious grin plastered across your face.

He rolls his eyes with a sigh, as if he’s been defeated, deciding that you had a point he couldn’t really argue against.

“Maybe I just want my boyfriend to help me get dressed,” you tease, winking at him as you drag him into the changing room.

You set your things up and lock the door, not wasting any time undressing. Daichi respectfully turns his back towards you — despite how many times he’s seen you naked, he still gives you your privacy when changing. You could’ve said something, could’ve told him that it was okay to look or that you even wanted him to, but you don’t bother. 

You tap his shoulder lightly when you’re done, now dressed in the cheerleader costume you had picked out. He turns around and blushes, expecting you to look good yet still surprised to see how good you actually looked. The man clears his throat, giving you a quick up-down look.

“You’re stunning,” he says, his eyes lingering on your body.

The top was cropped, showing a bit of your stomach, while the skirt was much shorter than any “normal” skirt he’s ever seen. The costume as a whole was anything but modest, and quite frankly, Daichi couldn’t get enough of it.

“You like it?” you ask, a somewhat alluring tone to your voice.

You step forward and his hands are immediately on your waist, giving you a squeeze.

“I love it,” he whispers, tenderly kissing you.

It was intended to be nothing more than an innocent peck, yet you take the opportunity to hold him there, cupping his cheek and deepening the kiss. He inhales sharply, giving your waist another squeeze. 

Daichi always fell victim to your advances, unable to stop himself from slipping his tongue into your mouth as soon as your lips were on his. Typically, it’d take a little more to get him to give in, still, he’d be lying to himself if he said what you were wearing wasn’t doing something to him.

He’d never admit it, but, before you even tried the costume on, he was already thinking lewd things about you and how you’d look. And the way he sneaks his hands under your top as he kisses you couldn’t have made that fact any more apparent.

You whimper into the languid kiss, smirking against his lips when he pulls you closer. His palms drag down your sides to your ass, groping you needily. He groans, repeating his previous action and bucking his hips forward to grind against you. You could feel him growing under his pants, taking it upon yourself to hook a leg over his hip.

“You drive me crazy,” he mumbles, nibbling your lower lip with a moan.

Daichi flips your position ever so slightly, moving so your back is against the wall instead of his. His lips travel across your jaw and down your neck, while his hands massage your hips from under your skirt.

“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” he asks, a knowing smirk on his face.

Daichi starts to suck a bruise on your neck before you can answer, eliciting a whiny “maybe.” He hums, knowing all too well what you were up to when you dragged him in here. Considering you chose such skimpy costumes to try on, it made sense you had ulterior motives. 

Such antics in a place like this weren’t expected, not that Daichi would complain. He understood fooling around in a public place like this wasn’t allowed, still, the thrill of doing something prohibited admittedly had him excited. It’s not like you’d get caught anyway, as long as you kept quiet.

Said task of “keeping quiet” was rather difficult, considering Daichi’s unmistakeable bulge was pressing against your clit through all your clothes. Your arms are draped over his shoulders and your leg remains locked on his hip, giving him easy access to rut against you. His hands can’t seem to stay in one place, running across the slope of your waist to the plush of your ass.

He’s soon slipping his hand into your panties, rubbing circles into your sensitive clit. His fingers were warm, both because his hands were natural heaters and because he had warmed them in his mouth moments ago. His fingers slide through your folds, a mix of his spit and your arousal aiding the pleasure his actions brought.

His lips find yours to stifle the moan you let out, his own groan rumbling through you. He mumbles something about how you’re soaked, teasing that he bets you can’t wait to have him stretch you out. And of course, that wasn’t far from the truth. You whisper that you need him, cupping his nape and kissing along his jaw. Daichi smiles softly, gently setting you down.

“Be good for me, alright?” he asks, tenderly kissing you as he tugs your panties to the floor.

You giggle out of excitement, intently watching him undo slacks. His boxers are on the floor just as quickly, and he’s soon picking you up to resume your previous position. Both your legs are wrapped around him, your arms around his neck while he situates himself between your thighs. 

Daichi utters a swear when the head of his cock pushes into you, his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place. He rests his forehead against yours, kissing you to catch your moan. He stands there a second, reveling in the feeling of your tight walls hugging him before moving. You don’t wait much longer to give him the OK, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck when he starts bucking his hips. 

Daichi mumbles some praise, keeping the steady pace he set for himself. In that moment it felt as if you were at home, completely forgetting that you definitely weren’t. The smallest taste of him made your mind go blank — it never took long for your brain to focus on the way he made you feel. And Daichi was losing himself in you all the same.

taglist! [ @bleubrri @erwnsmith @bunnyyamor @wh0reforlevi @kingdaddydaichi ]

[stonyponyofficial]

aw sweet! see what it says on the calendar?summer has sprung, it seems! some might say its time to show u sillies some songs for the season!

spotify link :3 :: yt link :3

full list + notes under the cut ^w^

Aluralura - Sweet Trip: this somg is soooooo fucking smooth. and cool. using the strictest definition of cool i can. perhaps cooler than cool. dk what ud even call that but this is it. sounds like i should be cruisin down the information highway to this straight up. feels like im being hit with a million little lightning bolts in. a good way? that doesnt sound good but it is. ull get it just listen pls just li

Babe of the Abyss - Girls Rituals: UGH devi.. i was so sad when this was pulled from streaming for a bit like some of the other singles from the upcoming girls rituals, but thankfully it did return :3 unlike the rest of those songs :/ eh this one is good enough to make up for it! so glittery and clicky and kinda unlike a lot of other songs devis done but it's v unique like that :3 the cover is interesting to me too bc it looks ai generated and it reminds me of a video devi made explaining her songwriting process a bit and after setting an arpeggiater (dk if i spelled that right lmao) to random she said she likes the collaboration between her and her computer and letting the computer decide some things like that :3 idk just a neat little factoid for ya

BALD! - JPEGMAFIA: was gonna put one of the tracks off scaring the hoes in this spot but, after deciding to go through peggys solo stuff a bit i liked this one even more than those ones :3 he has a very interesting and wide ranging sound tho so im really excitied to listen to more. uhh nothing else to say really. juts good song 👍

Cops and robbers - underscores: new underscores era hello anyone rockin wit it???? ME im rocking with jt thank u very much!! that one song count of three (you can eat $#@!), which ive heard is very good :3, was the end of the fishmonger era for them, where the "thing" was apparently that underscores wanted guitar on each track. still trying to find The thing about this eras sound, and maybe its the deeming it "the Wallsocket era", but to me everything just feels very buzzy, very electrically alive idk. like theres just this CRT/fluorescent light hum that backs the bass at the beginning. and the middle section just sounds like im listening to a fucking tesla coil make a pop song. shit Rocks. and Fucks. i give this one the Makes Violet Sing And Dance Around In Her Room Alone award this season, which is something i will absolutely be doing from now on and will not forget for the fall hehe :3

Dariacore Song Tutorial - leroy/Jane Remover: wait i thought there was YEAH there was dariacore on the last one, but as ive seen it so elegantly explained, this is a jane song more than a dariacore song. i mean obviously sonically right, no memey hyperpop mash up font, just some loud ass guitars n drums, but its good!!! jane literally incapable of missing.

Dress Down - Kaoru Akimoto: one of my many music moments recently has been getting into city pop more! i kiiinda only know the hits, of which this is definitely one of them, but ive seen my way around a bit B) (my cool sunglasses guy do not steal.) and even after my journey round the city.. pop, this is still one of my faves.

FELL - Varg^2™️ (im toolazy to make it superscript sowwy) & Bladee: since i began my drain journey i thought id listened to most if not all of bladees stuff besides like really old stuff that actually isnt good. like, bladee isnt good, but u get used to it as the saying goes and u kinda get to see his artistic vision unfold as he releases new stuff. but old bladee really isnt good. anyway imagine my delight and splendor when i see theres another Varg^2TM, Bladee collab... besides ecco and the rest of drain gang varg is probably my favorite bladee collaborator. in fact i almost put SHINIE, another collab from them, on some spring songs but it didnt make the cut unfortch. glad i could find something new from them to dig into mm yummy bladee :3

!¡! find the answer ¡!¡ - six impala: holy FUCK i am listening to six impala!

光の中へ (hikari no naka e)- Kessoku Band: yeah yeah i know there was kessoku band on the last one BUT THEY MADE MORE SO I LISTENED TO IT. they have such good push and pull with their tunes. like the moments of silence/slowing down before going all out. the quick drum interjections to pick things back up again. like nijikas fuckin getting it!!!! actually i read something recently about the critical reception to kessoku band, the self titled album, that makes a similar point. they were saying that although the album is just good j-rock on its own, the strength of the individual instruments and the texture of the songs themselves embodies the characters in your mind. like i listened to the beginning a bit closer one time and heard the little shreds the guitar was giving at the top and it instantly made me think like "oh shit bocchis fucking tearing it up!" soooo good instantly one of my faves from them.

It Was A Good Day - Ice Cube: fuuuuuuck i cant fucking find it i wasngonna put it here bc its the reason i added it to my playlist and have been listening to it so mch recently but. i cant find it. it was a top text bottom text cat meme edit of this song, in the same vein as that one of death grips' hacker. a very good morning walk song btw, cuz even tho it would be very easy for that situation to feel trite, im like shit. mama cooked the breakfast with no hog! todays gonna be a good day. it usually isnt with where im heading on my morning walk but. eventually itll be a good day! and the iced cube told me that.

Les Os - The Unicorns: sooooo this song is extremely horny to me sorry. also very kinda toxic t4t core but thats juts meeeeeee :3... + the singers voice is very similar in register to mine when in singing so it makes it v easy to project who daid that.... uhh anywag in the ol violet amv machine (what i call my brain) i imagine the singer with the mic stand tilted back between their legs, perhaps a cheeky little leg wrap around like sexy singers tend to do, as they stare down from the stage into yuor eyes specifically. asking u directly, out of everyone. tell me bout ur love affairs.. tell me bout ur moral resignations... so then u meet after the show and [transmission lost]

LOU - whoTF (Folie & Forget Basement), Fraxiom: [transmission regained] and from the production stylings of new hyperpop ish duo whoTF comes another lyrical miracle from the mind and pen of fraxiom music!!! includes such bangers as "I’m blowing up your car/I see Mercedes boom/I’m off four drinks of alcohol/Pissing in the ladies room!" rhyming "you can watch a youtube video" with "get your fitted tutu biddie hoe" (LIKE?) and also the amazing outro from which i could just paste the whole thing but this part resonates especially "I need to become alive, in the morning, like a rooster!/Don't talk to me until I've had my coffee and foodstuffs"..."Estradiol, finasteride, adderall, and thc im juiced up!" making rooster rhyme with foodstuff and juiced up and also everything else in that part god. they dont call them fraxiom fucking music for nothing. um but also whoTF is v good, for one without frax that is still good listen to cigs up as well :3

Natural Disasters - Enon: love me a song with a strange guitar hook! ive heard this bands like top 2 songs (which include this one) bc it was just a night of spotify surfing, but those two songs are quite good. very boucy, good energy. makes me wanna do the bounce in place dance and flail my arms as i sing only the chorus and maybe try to approximate the sounds of the lyrics i dont know. sounds like a good time to me!

Overflow - Een Glish, Tyfty, Ben Glish: eek! so ai voiced songs specifically rap is very good to me. that family ties edit with spongebob and patrick is probably one of my favorite pieces of music. but this artist is v interesting to me :3 een glish is a vocaloid (? not sure if entirely correct but u get what im getting at) made from the google translate ladys voice. and its GOOD this one specifically is very catchy but she has bars too!!! check out rap game bob ross too, and also the remix with bars from SONIC HELLO? im giving this one the Sound of the Summer distinction bc not only is it a very summery jam, but it is the one im really telling u to check out if u get the chance. lots of good jams here.

Scatman - Scatman John (DJ Kadozer 2003 Remix): (why did i accidentally type out 'evil remix' at first?) sooooo i was having a bit of a scatman moment recently, as was documented in THIS other epic music post u should go check out if u havent already hihhii :3 tho she TOTALLY STOLE the one i was gonna do, Scatman's World, cuz everyone knows scatman right? skabadaba bweebopbopbadop bop? bopbop badop bop? yeah that one! but.... have u ever heard scatman. like this???? probably not... all im sayin... scat vocals/eurobeat foundation translated to this stabbing edm remix.. its quite good. good enough that the first few seconds alone get me to smile big like this :)

Shop - Toby Fox: songs to order a You. Pick. 2... to...... haha but seriously guys this ones just a really chill one :3 i can alwasy hear the you. pick. 2. part in the song bc theyre punctuated exactly the same way its kinda hell. im chillin. like usual. listenin to undertale musicand then how boutta You. Pick. 2. with some brawwwcolli cheddah. onsecond th... and then were done with that and back to the normal undertale song! like an angle in the knight.. or tiers in the reign...... here and then gone forever. truly, ephemeral..............................

The Flag Is Raised - Asian Glow: in case we couldn't drain enough this summer, asian glow put out this really neat interpretation of one of my faves off bladee and ecco2k's recent masterpiece, Crest. follows in the footsteps of many a bladee cover for me where the cover often plays over the actual song in my head. like i expect certain isntrumentation when i listen to the original that is only present in the cover but that just means theyre both good ! the guitars and the cymbals all over this make this version feel so shiny... aww and they use the little sigil ring from Crest on the cover for it too :"3

THE FLIES - Operation Sodasteal: think i mentioned this in the tags of a post that im sure uve all read before coming to class today, but ive been listening to a lot of these guys recently! just some furry emo nightcore rock that sounds plucked right out of 2007. the one vocalist, slaney(in)famous i think? im not confident which is which, has such a good voice for it too like they have all the good vocal inflections of ur typical lead pop punk vocalist, and i usually just end up singing the lyrics like them bc im just a silly little mirror huh?

This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) - Talking Heads: ooobh i got plany off time....... yeag ive been getting down with this jam recently :3 another good morning walk tune. been trying to get into talking heads a bit more too bc every song i hear is soooo good. like i almost put the girl wants to be with the girls here bc of that OTHER meme edit i actually dont remember if it was lolcats again. it was specifically the "girls are getting into.. abstract analysis!" OHHBB it was a rose homestuck thing bc i memba her sitting at her lappytop :3 doin some fuckin abstract analysis i suppose..

Tin Man - feeble little horse: this is another single turned favorite-song-on-the-full-album-bc-i-took-too-long-making-this-list-again-lol. i love what theyre doin to these guitars maan theyre really fuckin em up in there..... also i love that this band just calls its music guitar music. its fuckin true.

Vicinity of Obscenity - System Of A Down: songs that have done irreversible damage to my psyche and syntax. i will bust out a banana banana banana terracotta banana terracotta terracotta pie when the fuck ever just let me know the time and place my man. it is such a vocal stim for me. this whole song is honestly. some of the silliest nu metal u can get ur paws on i checked (she is lying to u again tho it is quite silly with it 😳) + had to go with the 2008 youtube editor lyric video for the youtube playlist obviously.

ahmmmmm so thanks u all once again for enjoying some more songs with me (summer edition)!!!!! <3333 see yall...... in the fall.. with some more songs hehe (or perhaps for summer......2! who knowce :3 the summers still got plany off time as some might say)

[wonderinglostsoul]

Chapter 3: Criminal Minds fanfic

Continuation of my Criminal minds fanfic. I really suck at titles. Anyway, you can read it in wattpad.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, violence, assault, mention of rape and suicide. I tried not to get too graphic with the description

Masterlist

JJ and Morgan went to the crime scene while Spence and Dave go to the medical examiner. You and Hotch went to the police station. You set up the evidence on the board while Hotch was reading the initial ME report. All of the victims was tortured first before they were killed.

“The unsub is organized and sadistic.” Hotch said. Still reading the medical report.

“Yes, I wonder why does he needs to torture them? Is that part of the sexual gratification?” You asked him.

“Yes, when he torture the victim he was able to satisfy himself as well.” Hotch answered.

“And all of the victims was last seen on a bar on a friday. And would disposed the body at the middle of the week.” You told him. You were reading the medical report too when Hotch asked you.

“What else can you say about the MO and the unsub based on the ME report.” Hotch asked you. He was like a teacher giving a graded recitation.

“Hmmm, based on the ME report there are no defensive wounds so the victims was tied during the torture and they cannot fight the unsub.” You answered.

“Good, what else?” Hotch was pressing.

“I also dont see any blitz attack on them or anything that can subdue the victim. So the victims might have come with the unsub willingly.”

“Very good, [Y/L]. We need to check the cctv of the bar to see if there are any clue on who is the unsub. Please call, Garcia.” Hotch told you. You call Garcia to ask for the security footage. While Hotch called the rest of the team to visit the bar where the victims was last seen.

“Come on, we will visit the bar our last victim went.” Hotch told you. You followed him into the SUV.

You were quiet on the way. Then Hotch asked you about your gun.

“So where do you hide your gun?” He asked, you were puzzled what he was talking about but realize he meant your snipping gun.

“Ahh, it was at the back of the SUV.” You answered. Pointing at the pack with your thumb.

“When did you learn to snipe.” He asked you again.

“I actually cannot remember anymore. I first hold a gun when I was a kid.” You told him.

“That young, your dad’s a cop?” He asked.

“No, he was in interpol” You answered. You glanced at him and see that he was surprised.

“He died,” You continued. “He and my mom, they died in a crash.”

“ I am sorry.” He said.

“Its fine,” You said. You look away. You are not yet keen to open up your sad past to anyone much more with you boss. Good thing you are already at your destination.

You and Hotch entered the bar. It was almost empty. The bartender was cleaning up the glass as you approach. You introduced yourself and show him your badge.

“What can I do for the FBI?” He asked.

“Do you recognize this woman?” You show him the picture of the latest victim.

“Ahh yes, Anne Boyle. She is a regular here. Always one with the boys. She was a little boyish but you know she was so beautiful.” The bartender answered. She looks at you for a moment and then remarked “Just like you. I bet you look beautiful in a dress and make up.”

You and Hotch glanced at each other. Now you both realize at to what extent you fit the victimology.

“When was the last time you saw her.” you continue asking.

“Last friday night. She was here alone, you know capping a busy week with a couple of beers.” He answered.

“Do you remember if someone approach her that night?” Hotch asked this time.

“Yes, Andrew Smith.” The bartender said.

“What did they talked about?” I asked back.

“I actually did not hear but Anna seems to be smitten. They went out together.” The bartender said.

“One more thing,” You said “Is she wearing a red dress and read shoes?”

“Anna? NO! She is a tshirt and pants kind of girl. She hates dresses.” The Bartender said with a laugh.

“Thank you.” You said.

You and Hotch went back to the SUV. You were quiet again, thinking about the case. Hotch breaks the silence.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“Yeah, just thinking about this case.” You answered, still not feeling it.

“You dont have to worry.” Hotch said. “We will protect you.”

You finally look at him. He glanced at you and gave you a little smile. He looks like a different person whenever he smiles.

“Thank you!” You said, smiling back at him.

You arrived at the station and the rest of the team was there. Hotch gathered all the information that you’ve got on the bar and one name emerge, Andrew Smith.

The police invited Mr. Smith to the station, Morgan and Rossi was doing the interrogation. They were asking him about the night of the disappearances and his alibi but he was not cooperating. Then Hotch receives a call, another woman has disappeared. He called Morgan and Rossi to tell them the new development.

“There is another victim. Her family reported her missing this morning.” Hotch said.

“But it is not yet Friday, how are we sure that this is related to this?” Morgan asked.

“The police said that he was last seen at the bar with Andrew Smith.” Hotch answered.

“So all of this was related to this man.” Rossi added. He gets his cellphone and dialed Garcia’s number.

“I thought you all have forgotten me and just let me rot in this cave.” She said sadly.

“We are sorry, Garcia.” Rossi comforted her. “But can you find anything with Andrew Smith?”

“Andrew Smith” Garcia said. You can hear the clicking of the keyboard in the background. “He is a local there. His family owns a farm house in the rural area.

He is an athlete when he was in highschool but oh…” Garcia trailed.

“What is it baby girl?” Morgan asked.

“He was expelled because of a raped allegation on one of his classmate. Christine Stan.” Garcia answered. “Christine killed herself leaving only a suicide note detailing the assault”

“Does Christine looked like our victims.”Rossi asked.

“Yes, they have a resemblance. I sent the details on your tablet.” Garcia said.

“Thanks, Penelope.” Rossi ended the call. The picture arrives at your tablet. Upon seeing her, you noticed the resemblance immediately. The hair color, facial feature, body type. You even have the same tshirt she was wearing at the picture at home. with this, you have an idea on how to force the suspect to talk.

“I want to go in.” You said. The 3 men look at you. They were contemplating. “I resemble her, might as well used that to our advantage.”

“I’ll come in with you” Hotch offered.

“No, if there is another man there, he will be intimidated and will not talk.” You said, You can see that he is worried, in fact even Morgan and Rossi is worried.

“I’ll ask JJ to come with you.” Hotch said going out of the room. You shake your head in frustration. Why cant he trust you with anything. You are not a weak little girl. You are an FBI agent. But you cannot do anything, he is still the boss. So you waited for JJ and when she arrives both of you went inside the interrogation room. As you expected, the suspect’s demeanor changed the moment he saw you. He started crying and provided all the information that you needed. You asked him where he bring the victims.

“They did not come with me.” He said.

“So what happened when you got them outside?” You asked puzzled.

“We just talked for a little while, make out thats it and the I left them. They were so angry after that but I cannot make myself to bring them somewhere and have sex so I just took off.” He said sheepishly. You know he was telling the truth. His demeanor does not match the unsub because in your mind the unsub would not break even with the site of someone like you. You and JJ exited the room to talked to everyone.

“I dont think he is the unsub.” JJ said.

“I agree.” You seconded. “His physical attributes might much our unsub but his mental state? He cannot do any of that. He started crying just by seeing me.” You added.

“I think we can deliver the profile.” Hotch said. “[Y/N], I think you can lead this one.”

Infront of the the Las Vegas PD you deliver your first profile.

“Our unsub is a white male in there 30s. Has some kind of connection with a woman named Christine Stan and Andrew Smith. He follows Mr. Smith on his trip to the bar and pick up the girls that he left there. He is physically fit and cannot be easily intimidated. He is also good looking and charismatic because he can easily manipulates his victim to come with him without anything to subdue them. You have to start checking every person that has a relation with Christine Stan to crack this case. Thank you!” The police started to disperse and start investigating.

Aaron approach the head of the PD to get Christine’s case file while Morgan calls Garcia to check the people related to her. Reid was studying the map to find any connection while JJ and Rossi was talking to some officer. You thought that maybe Andrew can provide you with more information if you do a cognitive interview so you went back to the interrogation room alone. His eyes light up when he saw you.

“Andrew, I wanted to try something with you. I want you to close your eyes and remember that night you were with Jessica (Latest victim). what do you hear?” You asked.

“I hear the muffled sound of the bar outside. There are groups of people arriving. They were talking and laughing.” He said while his eyes were closed.

“Good! Thats good. While you were talking to Jessica do you notice anyone around around you, a car, or someone that closely monitoring you.”

“Yes, it was a sedan, alittle bit older. It arrived the same time as I did but the driver did not go out. When I left I got a glimpse of the driver door opening but I did not see what happens after that” He said. Then he slowly opened his eyes.

“Do you remember anything from the car. Make, model, plate number?” You continue asking.

“It was a black american made car. Las Vegas plate. I remember 843 but thats all.” He answered.

“Thank you very much!” You were about to stand up when Andrew get a hold of your hand and pulled you closer. The half part of your body slammed at the table. Suddenly the door opened and Hotch emerges at the door. You can see that he was furious. He pulled you away from Andrew and you stand away from the table. Reid was at the door as well waiting to assist if needed. Hotch looks furiously at Andrew. He glanced at you and ask if you were okay. You said yes even if you lower right ribs hurt after it slammed on the table. You all went out and asked Garcia to find someone who owns the car as described by Andrew.

“The owner is Micheal Tate. He was at the same high school with Andrew and Christine. Ohhh they were on the same class. I also got Christines suicide note and she mentioned Michael there. I sent the copy to your tablets. I also sent his house and work address.” Garcia said.

“Thanks Garcia” you said. You read the note. Christine was thanking Michael for always being her only friend and she was sorry to leave him.

“Morgan and Reid you go to his house. JJ, Rossi you come with me and check his work place.” Aaron said.

“What about me?” You asked.

“You stay here.” He said with conviction. You went closer with him and whispered trying not to undermine his authority infront of the team.

“Come on, Hotch. I am not a kid. I am more valuable out there than to stay here. Besides I am the one who got you all that detail. Have a little faith in me.” You said as low as possible but still with conviction. He looked at you in the eye and then nod.

“Fine, go with Morgan and Reid.” He said. You half smiled and went with your team.

On the way, you did not see any place where you can set up your sniper. So you just join Morgan and Reid in the house but he was not there. Reid called you in his room and saw old photos of Christine and the unsub. He made an altar for her.

You investigate inside the room when you noticed a shed outside the window. You saw movement so you tell Morgan and Reid about it. When they look at the window the unsub started running into the woods. You called back up and opened the window to follow the unsub. You figure it was faster then going around the house.

“REID! GO TO THE SHED AND CHECK IF THE VICTIM WAS THERE.” You shouted while running. You can still see the unsub but he has a huge head start with you.

“STOP OR I’LL SHOOT. “ You shouted at him 3 time. when he did not stop, you shot him aiming for his legs. But due to the recoil of the gun, your ribs ache again and you missed him.

“Damn it!” You exclaimed under your breathe. The unsub was able to hide through the trees and vegetation. You slowly approached, gun raised. You walk carefully scanning every tree and leaves. You saw a movement on your periphery then with a snap you turn and pointed the gun. The unsub froze in shock.

“Show me your hands and kneel on the ground.” You said. He looked at you and he seems to recognize you. So you slowly lowering your weapon so he could get a look at your face. Then all of a sudden he smiled and bolted again in a run. You tried to follow him but he was gone already. He knows the forest more than you do. You can hear Morgan near the place the unsub was gone so you went there. You were able to see Morgan but not the unsub.

You radio the rest of Vegas PD to search for Michael. You and Morgan went back to join Reid. He was with the victim. They were riding the ambulance. Morgan called Hotch and told him what happened. Hotch said it was fine and both of you should go back to the station and think of another approach to catch the unsub.

On the car Morgan asked if you were okay. It is somehow disheartening that all of them has to take care of you within this case. You feel so vulnerable.

“I am fine. I am sorry I let him slip.” You said somehow feeling guilty.

“That is not your fault. He knows the whole place more than we do. He might have a escape plan all along” Morgan tried to comfort you.

“You, Hotch and the rest of the team, you all have to babysit me throughout the case. You always ask if I was ok or if I need company. I just feel worthless” You said.

“Thats not true. We know the unsub because of you. Without your ideas we might not be able to identify who he is”

“Reid can, he will for sure,” You said jokingly.

“But you beat him to it.” Morgan teases. You smiled at him.

“Thank you!” You said to him.

You arrived at the station before the rest of the team. Hotch’s team drop by at the hospital first to check on the victim. You were inside the police station when you noticed that you left your phone in the car.

“Morgan! Can I borrow the key? I forgot my phone on the car.” You told him. He handed you the key but get the attention of one of the officer.

“Hey, man can you accompany Agent [Y/N] to the car?” The officer was hesitant because he was busy but still agreed. When you were at the entrance and Morgan was not looking, you told the officer that you can go alone and that the car was just there in the front. He asked you if it is ok and you said yes so he went back inside. You arrived at the car and open the passenger seat. You found your phone in the chair. It might have fell out of your pocket. When you closed the door someone struck you from behind. Before you lost your consciousness, you saw that your attacker was the unsub

[illwynd]

What are your top 5 Halloween movies?

Oh nonny it is too hard to narrow it down to 5! Let's make it 10, and this will be a mix of horror movies and not-really-horror and various other things that I have to watch when October rolls around.

Prince of Darkness. Possibly my fave horror movie. John Carpenter does good stuff, and this one is a lesser-known gem. The devil in a bottle under an old church in LA. Theoretical physics mixed with the supernatural. One of the best uses of dreams in movies. Plus, Alice Cooper.

Lost Boys. Do I even have to explain? An '80s classic. Young Kiefer Sutherland. Fun on-screen brotherly relationship. Timmy Cappello swinging his hips on stage. So many quotable lines. All the damn vampires.

Flatliners. Maybe this is a weird choice? Not horror but it is set around Halloween, and it is another lesser-known gem and a personal fave (with yet more young Kiefer Sutherland). It mixes a moody, eerie aura with delicious angst and tantalizing concepts and perfect scenes. (Yes, yes, ignore the medical realism or lack thereof. Just roll with it, it's fiction.)

Trick or Treat. If you can't enjoy an undead heavy metal musician in the era of satanic panic, brought back to life by a high schooler playing his records backwards and revealing the backmasked messages, with a cameo by Ozzy as a televangelist, I don't know what to tell you.

Innocent Blood. If you can't enjoy a mafia boss accidentally turned into a vampire, and the little French vampire woman who did it having to go up against a growing mob family of vampires to stop them while being tracked by a formerly undercover cop, with a Sinatra-heavy soundtrack, I don't know what to tell you.

People Under the Stairs. An inexplicably fun mix of social commentary, over-the-top violence, villains so awful they're comical, and actually likeable protagonists. Ridiculous horror with a heart. One of these years I'm gonna dress up as one of Alice's brothers for Halloween.

Young Frankenstein. I love me some Gene Wilder, and this one is a classic for a reason.

Crimson Peak. I wish this hadn't gotten billed as a horror movie, because it's really not... but also it totally is, just not the way most people might be expecting. Also gorgeous and heartbreaking.

Pontypool, just because this list somehow doesn't have a zombie movie on it yet, and I like the unusual take on the genre in this one, with its linguistic bent. It is a very claustrophobic movie since it is almost entirely restricted to the single setting of the radio studio of an out-of-place morning shock jock, and it does a lot of neat stuff with that restriction.

I was going to include at least one of the obvious ones, Ghostbusters, Beetlejuice, Addams Family, Hocus Pocus, Nightmare Before Christmas, that sort. And I do love all of those, but so does everybody, right? So instead I'll conclude with Coherence, which isn't technically horror or Halloween-related at all but is nonetheless spooky and compelling despite the tiny budget.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Won't You Be My Bodyguard? - Steve Rogers X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Title: Let's Dance

Steve Rogers X Female (Celebrity) Reader

Additional Characters: Stalker (Mentioned), Sarah (Mentioned), Lily James, some cops (Mentioned), and other random people (Mentioned)

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 |

WC: 3,805

Warnings: Very suggestive content after the 'keep reading' (near the bottom) in case you want to skip it, very long chapter, stalker stuff, break-ins, police, teasing, flirting, Reader wears a dress, mention of dying (no one dies), awkwardness, anxiety, guns, blood is mentioned, angst, and fluff

When you awoke again, Steve was gone. Rubbing your hand on the sheet, it was still warm. You felt your face flush as you sat up, stretching as you yawned lightly. You got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, seeing Steve once again at the stove.

"Good morning, Y/N," He greeted you carefully, looking back to glance at you.

You gave him a shy smile before standing next to him. "Morning... So what did you make?" You asked, looking at the hot plate in front of him.

"I made waffles." He replied before it got quiet again. "Uh, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable last night." He spoke and you shook your head.

"No, don't worry, Steve. It's fine." Knowing what he was hinting to.

Steve nodded, humming deeply before fixing you up a plate. "Here." He said, handing you the plate. "I put strawberries on top." He added.

"Thank you," You smiled, taking a bite. "Steve... Can I ask you a question?" You asked, chewing on a piece of your waffle.

"Sure..." Steve answered, his tone light.

"I was... Wondering if you want to be my plus one for the movie premiere tonight?" You asked, twirling your fork in your hand. "Like... For strictly security purposes..."

Steve paused, before he hummed, "Sounds fun, sure."

You smiled a little, "Thank you. I know the director personally, and he invited me, and you know... Being my boyfriend, it's only right for you to come with me." You spoke, taking another bite of your waffle.

"Then yes, I'd love to come with you." Steve hummed, finishing his own waffle. "What should I wear? Is this a black tie sort of event?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Nah, more of a formal casual thing. Just wear something fancy, ya know?" You told him, setting your now dirty plate in the sink.

"Okay, I think I have something that'll work." Steve hummed, setting his own plate in the sink with yours.

"Great. I'm going to get ready. The carpet is at five and I want to make sure I have something to wear." You spoke before rushing off to your room, leaving a very content and smiley Steve behind.

~~~

A couple hours later, you were finishing getting ready for the premiere and after party. You smoothed down your black silk off-the-shoulder dress skirt, smiling as you looked yourself over. It was a simple dress, in a mermaid style with a high slit on the side; showing off your thigh. You wore your hair up in an elegant bun, holding onto your clutch bag. After checking yourself over one final time, you left your bathroom. Walking out, Steve was standing at your full-body mirror, adjusting his tie. Catching a glance of you in the mirror, Steve froze before turning around to face you.

"Wow, you look... Amazing." Steve complimented, fumbling over his words slightly, a faint blush upon his cheeks.

"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself." You smiled, helping Steve straighten his tie. "I'm really glad you're coming with me tonight." You said, looking up into his eyes, as you rested your hands on his chest; the soft cashmere suit jacket.

Steve hummed deeply, "Me too. Make sure to save one dance for me," Steve teased, making you tilt your head as you quirked a small smirk.

"What does that mean?" You laughed out, and Steve shrugged slightly, his hands coming up to gently rest on your waist.

"Once they all see you, I don't think they'll keep their hands off ya."

Steve's comment made your smirk turn to a small smile as your face flushed. Looking down slightly, you shook your head, "Don't tease me like that."

"Hey, it's just a fact." Steve chuckled, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before guiding you out of the room, out of the apartment, and to his car.

~~~

The drive to the premiere was a long one, but you enjoyed every second of it. Steve had gotten out of the car first, helping you out as the camera from the paparazzi snapped pictures of you both. As you and Steve walked down the carpet, you could feel the eyes from the crowds staring at you, and you sighed softly.

"Relax, there's nothing to worry about." Steve whispered, leaning in to whisper to you, his breath tickling your ear.

"They're just curious." You commented, taking a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. "Plus... It's their job."

Steve kept his hand on your lower back. His warm hand helped remind you that he was there for you, and that everything would be okay.

Soon you headed into the building and the movie began.

You didn't know how long the movie was, but it was amazing. You stood with all the other people in the room as you applauded, some people even cheered. Soon everyone began to move to the large banquet hall where the after party was held. The room was decorated with bright red and white balloons, which matched the colors of the movie poster. There were several tables set up with food, drinks, and various snacks. You took a moment to take in the room as you stood to the side with Steve.

"Y/N!" A loud voice called out before you turned to see your best friend in showbiz, Lily James. She was beautiful, with her dark brown hair down, framing her face. Her pink dress sparkled as she walked towards you.

"Lily! Hi! How are you?" You greeted her, smiling sweetly at her.

"I'm great," She spoke before glancing at Steve and back to you with a smirk. "Who’s this guy?"

"Hmm? Oh! I'm so sorry." You fumbled before gesturing to the two. "Steve, this is Lily, my best friend. Lily, this is Steve... My boyfriend." You spoke, introducing them.

"Nice to meet you, Steve." Lily said, shaking his hand gently. "I've heard a lot about you."

Steve grew a smirk of his own, glancing to you briefly, "Really?"

Lily nodded, noticing the blush on your face as she continued, "Yes, we text quite often."

Steve hummed, looking back at you, as you groaned lightly, "Interesting."

You looked up at him, placing a hand on your hip. "If you must know... I just told her I like your hair."

"You like my hair?" Steve questioned, looking down at you with a raised brow.

"Yeah, it's really cute." You continued, feeling embarrassed as fidgeting with your small clutch. "I rather like dirty blondes." You mumbled in return.

"She thinks you should grow your beard out. She really likes the stubble." Lily blurted, winking, making you quickly turn to her with wide eyes. You wished you could just curl up and die now. "What?" She asked, but you could tell she was doing this on purpose.

Steve hummed before he leaned in closer to you to speak in a low tone, "Thanks... Good to know."

You nodded, smiling softly before turning away from him. "So, how do you two know each other? You haven't told me that story yet." Lily asked, having caught on to the awkwardness between you and Steve.

You and Steve glanced at each other before you both turned back to Lily. "Uh, well... I went out for coffee one day and he came in..."

"I asked if the seat across from her was taken at all, and she said no." Steve spoke up, "I sat down and we just... Hit it off." He finished, looking down at you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you gently into him.

"Yeah, it kind of just happened. Fate really. Destiny." You spoke, looking up at Steve before Lily broke the small bit of silence.

"Wow. That's amazing." She gushed, looking from you to Steve. "So when did you guys actually start dating?"

Your eyes widened slightly as Steve let out a small chuckle, "Well... We've been dating for a few months now."

Lily looked at you, tilting her head curiously, "And here I thought you'd never meet a guy. And he even looks like Chris Evans. Pretty lucky to me." She giggled, shaking her head. "I'm happy for you two."

"Thanks," You answered quickly, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

You looked away from her, biting your lip as you watched couples dancing on the dance floor.

"So... You two should go out there." Lily spoke, bringing your attention back to her. "They're doing a slow one next."

"O... Okay." You spoke softly, smiling as Lily waved her goodbyes before heading off.

You let out a sigh as you bit your lip worriedly, Steve taking notice. Reaching up, he brought his thumb to your chin, gently tugging your bottom lip from your teeth. You looked up at him, staring into his ocean blue eyes as he smiled down at you. You could see an unknown look in his gaze and you couldn't help but smile at him.

"Are you ready to dance?" He asked, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

"Mhm," You hummed, nodding your head slowly.

Steve smiled softly, his lips curving up as he pulled you close, sweeping you off your feet. You giggled as he spun you around, his strong arms wrapping around your middle as you made it to the dance floor. The slow song from the live orchestra began, Steve taking your hand in leading you into a small waltz. Your heart felt light as you moved with ease, your hips swaying to the beat of the music. You hummed along to the song you recognized as a Mozart as your fingers fiddled with Steve's collar, half day-dreaming, half anxiously fidgeting.

"Are you nervous?" Steve murmured into your ear, making you jump slightly.

"Mm... No... Why would I be?" You hummed, shrugging lightly as Steve gave you a knowing look.

"I've known you for a month, Y/N. I can tell when you're nervous." Steve spoke softly, his thumb rubbing small patterns into your hip.

"Well, I'm not." You argued, shaking your head.

"You know you can trust me..." He began, "Right?" He asked, frowning slightly as he worried that you didn't trust him enough to tell him how you were actually feeling.

"No. Steve. I know. I..." You paused, looking away from him briefly to take a deep breath. "I think I want you to be more than just my bodyguard." You confessed softly, not knowing if he heard you or not.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked, frowning slightly as he stared down at you with an intense gaze.

"I don't know what we are... We flirt and joke around a lot." You spoke quietly, looking up at him through your lashes, "I don't just see you as my fake boyfriend or my bodyguard... I see you as this super compassionate person who I can trust with everything. I really do love that stubble by the way. Not to mention you are amazingly handsome and so out of my league." You explained, picking up speed as you ranted anxiously.

You paused, taking another breath, "The thing is... I like you a whole lot. More than I thought I did."

Steve froze, unable to speak; completely speechless. Steve's heart was beating so fast he was worried he needed his inhaler, but looking into your worried eyes, glistening with unshed tears, Steve couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, sweetheart." He breathed, his voice cracking slightly as he leaned in, kissing your forehead softly. "We're idiots."

You hummed, shaking your head as you pressed your palms against his chest, pushing him away for a moment, "Now that's not the response I was hoping for."

Steve chuckled, he tightened his grip around your waist slightly. Pulling you back close to him, his lips pressing against yours softly. Your eyes widened before they slowly fluttered closed, letting yourself fall into the kiss as the slow song ended.

~~~

"I am not out of your league. It's definitely the other way around." Steve laughed softly as you shook your head, slightly swinging your intertwined hands as you walked up to your condo door.

"How about we just agree to disagree?" You asked, leaning forward to kiss him quickly.

Steve kissed you back, deepening the kiss. He pulled back, gazing into your eyes; unable to stop the smile on his face from forming.

"What?" You asked, admiring the man before you for a moment. "Why are you looking at me like that for?"

"You're beautiful." Steve stated simply, smirking as you huffed. "Have I told you how stunning you look tonight?"

You stepped back a bit, placing both your hands on your hips as you pivoted your weight to one side. "You telling me I don't look stunning everyday, Rogers?" You teased, watching as Steve's face reddened and his eyes widened.

"Oh! No! I mean- You are gorgeous everyday, Y/N." Steve stammered as he cleared his throat.

"You laughed lightly, shaking your head as you placed your hands on his chest. "Stevie, I'm teasing you. Don't worry."

Steve rolled his eyes jokingly, "That's not funny." He said, tugging the collar of his dress shirt. "I almost had a heart attack."

"Ohhh, I'm sorry, honey." You laughed out, scooting closer to Steve, unknowingly backing him into the wall. "I'll make it up to you, alright?" You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes as he looked down at you.

"Promise?" He asked, his voice strained and low.

You licked your lips, "I promise." Unable to look away.

Steve looked at you for several moments before he finally spoke, "Let's get going then."

Taking your hand again, you headed down the hall, only to stop at your door. Your very open front door.

"Steve?" You whispered out, breathing picking up a bit as you stared, "You locked up behind me, right?"

"Yes, I did." He spoke, his voice entirely different then before. It was hard, angry. "Stay behind me." He commanded you, pulling back his suit jacket to pull out a gun.

"Woah, you had that on you the whole time?" You asked, "How didn't I notice?" You asked in a hushed whisper.

"Don't worry about it. Stay behind me." Steve repeated, slowly walking around the room with purpose.

Steve aimed the gun out in front of him, hand on the trigger as he maneuvered around the broken glass, papers, and furniture. He held his breath as paused at a wall, peering around it before clearing the room.

"Steve!" You whisper-yelled, stepping around the broken table, standing behind Steve as you peered into the mess. "I think he took my laptop." You whimpered, holding onto Steve tightly.

"Shh, I'll buy you a new one." Steve hushed you softly, pulling you closer to him.

"I'm so scared Steve," You admitted, tears building in your eyes. "They're not here still, right?"

"I don't know. We still have your bedroom left." He muttered, before slowly making his way to the room.

You quickly followed, holding onto the back of Steve's suit jacket, hesitantly peering out to see your room. Stopping at your door, Steve nudged the door open with his shoe, eyes widening in slight horror, as was yours, when he saw your room. 'You are mine.' was written on your walls, painted in bright red paint. Checking your bedroom bathroom, Steve finally let out a sigh, putting his gun on safety mode before putting it back in his holster.

"Seems clear. That's good." Steve breathed out, placing his hands on his hips as he looked around the room.

"'That's good'? Nothing about this is good, Steven!" You exclaimed, running a hand through your hair, unpinning it slightly. "This person got into my home! Stole my laptop! Messed everything up and wrote these crazy messages on my walls! Everything is not good!" You cried out, finally letting the tears fall.

Steve watched you, his hands slowly falling to his side before he walked over to you, taking you into his arms. "I didn't mean it like that, Y/N... You know that." He let out, rubbing your back gently.

"I know," You sniffled, "I'm just scared." You explained, tears spilling from your eyes once again.

"Sweetheart, I promise, I won't let anything happen to you. I'll protect you until my last dying breath if I have to." Steve promised as he hugged you tight to his chest.

"I know." You sobbed, clinging to him for dear life. "That doesn't mean you have a free pass to die for me though." You mumbled into his now tear-stained shirt.

"I'll call the police, and they will find whoever this is. Just hold on." Steve smiled reassuringly, kissing your head gently. "We can stay at the hotel... Alright? Do you think you can pack some clothes while I call them?"

You nodded, slowly pulling away, "You'll be here still, right?" You asked, wiping away a tear with the back of your hand.

"Of course, look at me." Steve softly asked, placing his hands on your cheeks. "Know I'll always stay. I'm not running away." He joked softly, rubbing the apples of your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

You nodded, forcing a small smile on your face, "Okay."

~~~

Holding a small duffle bag in your hands, you waited for Steve by the front door in a simple pair of sweats. Steve grabbed his own bag and nodded to one of the police officers before the two of you made your way to Steve's car. The police, well four of them, came only a couple of minutes after Steve called. They pulled both you and Steve away, separated you in different rooms as you were interrogated... Well, they then asked you what happened. But, the way they were asking questions made you feel like they were interrogating you.

And on the car drive over to the hotel, you just wanted it all to stop. You wanted to go back to life when you weren't that known, back when you were just you. But, then you wouldn't have met Steve. You wouldn't say you thanked your stalker for that. No. Never. But, you thanked your manager, Sarah. Still, you wished that you could forget all your troubles; in any way.

Stepping into the hotel, you stood closely beside Steve as he got the key and the two of you made it to your hotel room. You tried to talk when Steve asked you anything, but you could only reply in hums or soft grunts. You couldn't stop seeing the red paint on your walls. Dripping like blood down, staining your white walls with sorrow and dread. It looked like a scene from a horror movie.

"Here, you get comfy. I'm going to call your manager, let her know we're here." Steve softly spoke up, gently guiding you to the bathroom.

You entered the room and shut the door behind you, unconsciously locking it. Setting your duffle bag on the double sink countertops, you looked around for something comfy to wear, finding some cotton shorts and an oversized tee. Steve's shirt. You stole it when you were doing laundry. Technically it was yours now.

Washing your face, you used the water to cleanse away the tears. You grabbed one of the towels and dabbed your skin gently, feeling refreshed after.

"Y/N?" Steve called out behind the door, knocking softly. "You alright?"

"Yeah." You called back, unlocking the door and opening it. "I just wanted to wash my face."

Steve smiled down at you, shaking his head lightly, "You don't have to explain, I was just worried."

You grabbed your bag and tossed it into the corner, biting your lip as you rubbed your arm. "I'm-"

Steve turned to you, raising an eyebrow, before his eyes trailed down your figure, eyes landing on the shirt. "Isn't that mine? I thought I miss-placed that."

"Yeah," You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Finders keepers, I found it in the dryer." You shrugged, "But if you want it back, you can have it."

Steve pressed his lips together, he sat beside you. "Nah, you look way better in it than I do." Looking down at you, Steve continued, "Do you need anything? Want me to go get you anything?"

You stared up at him wordlessly, feeling tears beginning to build up. Why was he just so perfect? Every time you felt upset, he was there to comfort you. And yet, every time you were sad, he was the one who made you feel better.

"I know you're probably tired-" Steve started, pulling you close to him.

You sniffled, nodding your head, "I am, but I just can't sleep."

Steve nodded, "Alright, well, come sit down on the bed, I'll bring you something to drink." He went to get up, but you grabbed his arm.

"No, I..." You paused, feeling your cheeks burn, "I need you, Steve." You breathe out, looking up at him. "Please." You begged.

Steve stared down at you, his eyes searching yours, "What do you need me to do?" He asked as you clutched onto his shirt tighter.

"I want you to help me forget." You quickly told him, your heart almost bursting with nerves as you waited for his answer.

Steve glanced at the hotel wall briefly before looking back at you, "Are you sure?"

You nodded, "Yes, Steve. Make me forget this, please." You repeated, looking up at him with such anguish.

Steve slowly leaned forward, seemingly a bit hesitant as he placed his hand on your cheek, finally placing his lips on yours. His kiss was gentle and soft, lips barely touching against yours. But, it was wonderful. It was everything. You felt warmth filling your body as he kissed you, the tension draining from your shoulders as he held you close. You moaned softly when Steve pulled away from the kiss, your cheeks flushed as you breathed out only for Steve to drive in again, his kiss now more passionate as he deepened it.

He ran his fingers through your hair, tugging slightly on it as he pulled you closer, your hands finding their way into his hair. He was too good to you. Everything he did was so perfect. He always put you first, and he'd never realize how much you appreciated it.

You gave yourself fully to his kiss, moaning softly as he pushed you back into the bed, holding you in place as he took control. You ran your hands along his back, fingertips tracing his spine before he pulled away from you. Your breathing quickens as you watch him pull off his shirt, revealing his toned, muscular chest. Licking your lips, you looked at the gorgeous man before you. You knew you'd forget. You'd forget and only remember Steve's name.

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wooooo fantrolls

In the past year or so I have developed a very intense enjoyment of riichi mahjong and since I wanted to make some fun fantrolls for my current main interest, vast error, I had an epiphany.

So here's Pahrsi Tucipi, my troll inspired by riichi mahjong!

I am now going to ramble on the design/character choices so here we go if you're interested/one of my friends:

Okay so I wanted to represent every one of the tiles/groups of tiles at least in some way shape or form, so the easiest way to do this to start off with the 3 different suits in riichi mahjong.

Each of the suits have their own outfit associated with it. There's not much of a rationale for what the function of each outfit is other than the bamboo outfit being her main outfit due to her blood color being green and her having an overall major connection to the green dragon tile, which has a special hand with the bamboo suit, so it felt fitting. That and her general vibe without getting too deep into her character feels better represented by that outfit.

For the casual/characters outfit, I really didn't know what to do with the characters other than to make 2 different patterns for a top and bottom to reflect the positioning of the characters on the tiles. Nothing too deep. The jacket is just there for added comfort/fun and I wanted to get more of her blood color onto the outfit. This is the only outfit that has any semblance of her actual sigil incorporated into it and she is not wearing her usual sunglasses to hide her eyes because it's for more personal comfortable wear and not for important public appearances.

Then there's the pins outfit which well. Idk it's just a fun little dress and boa. It felt kind of lazy just going the pattern route for this outfit also but I didn't have very many ideas like I'm ironically getting just now while writing this, and also I don't want to make any of the designs like suuuper complicated so I like it just fine. If you see the Yeshin Laevis influence no you don't. I'm normal.

So that's all the suits, then there's the matter of the winds and dragons. One of which has a very simple cop out called I made her a breath player because I didn't want to deal with figuring how else to incorporate the wind tiles, and I would not have really known what direction to take her character if I didn't just give her an aspect. The class came much later and is a very evil choice for the themes of it all but that's a story for a different time.

The dragons are all incorporated in different ways. The red dragon is the shape for her horns, the green dragon is where her blood color comes from and is also associated with her being used as a fake sigil for anonymity's sake. The white dragon is definitely way easier to miss because it's in her eyes, which is a product of her being blind. It's kind of hard to incorporate the white dragon through anything but color due to it being blank, but I tried. That being said, all of the colors of the dragons are incorporated in each outfit with the exception of the bamboo outfit only having an off-white color, but it's close enough. This is partially because with her green dragon colored blood and the red color in the mahjong set (at least the one I used as reference while doing this) is in every suit, and the tiles are all the same white color so its easy to incorporate that in somewhere.

As a slight intermission from explaining all the mahjong stuff the red (at least the darker one that you see appear a bit more subtly than the lighter shade) is part of the good old fun (and frankly, intense emotions inducing) Repitonian trend (at least with a good portion of sbb sprites, so I'm pretending that's just the norm even if it isn't) of having a little bit of your quadrants' colors incorporated somewhere in your outfit. She has a husband (/lesbian) that will someday also be released into the world that is based on darts and I still don't know what quadrant they are rocking together but they probably don't either to be fair.

Speaking of relationships, that's a good segue into the last bit of mahjong moments that are more miscellaneous than all of the tile types.

I thought it would be fun to do something with the hand called thirteen orphans, and initially I was going to do this by trying to pass off her blood shade as jade but then I was like well maybe it's more fun to have her mistaken as a jade/desperately wishing she was a jade and trying to fill that desire by taking care of children in her own manner. So there are 13 trolls that she has under her care. She is not truly a mother figure for most of them but rather she has given these trolls (that are usually a good bit of sweeps younger than her) who were at rock bottom a stable place to stay unconditionally to support them in finding their footing in the harsh capitalist society of Repiton.

Two of these 13 trolls, also the youngest of the bunch, accompany her everywhere. One of them, Chaine, is the intended heir of the fashion company Pahrsi is no longer focused on running and the other, Marino, is the baby of the bunch and is with her so that he is not without supervision and also because he assists her with daily tasks and movement due to her disability. She refers to them as her interns officially and it is imperative that they receive the same respect that she does while out doing #shadygirlbusiness. These little guys are ocs of my friends @sesmifi and @snzical and they also have very cool little themes to them but that is their fun bits of info to share if they so desire.

The last little bit of miscellaneous mahjong, other than the all greens hand related to the bamboo outfit that I mentioned is just simply Pahrsi's namesake which is just: I took riichi ippatsu and made it an anagram. That's literally it lol. I took out one of the is because there's 13 letters there and even without that there's 3 is so, easiest one to take away. I definitely could've used some other term like daburu riichi which is the perfect amount of letters but I like what I have. I love to name with anagrams and just play around until it sounds/looks nice.

But yeah, I think that's about everything without getting tooooo deep into the complexities of her character or hidden lore things that would be "spoilers" if she was a major character in a popular media or something so I'm going to pretend like I have to keep it all a secret.

If you read this far I hope you had fun getting to learn about my little guy/my thought processes on creating her. If for whatever reason you have any interest in asking questions about her or drawing her feel free to reach out about it, that would literally be so cool and awesome. I will see y'all in the next very long, but surely not as long as this, fantroll explanation after I finally get to drawing some of my other ones. o7