#A quick turn of events

[monsterbeetlebug]

A quick turn of events, Part 2.

FemReader X Beetlejuice Mafia AU

Possible TW: smoking, alcohol, sexual interactions

Part 1 <-

-> Part 3

A proposition

The Don picked up his glass from the table. Taking a sip. He is calm and relaxed. His movements are elegant. Y/n shifts in her seat. A bit taken back at his offer. A proposition? What kind of proportion would he ever want to give her? She looked down at her hands that awkwardly laid in her lap. Picking up the courage to ask.

"What kind of proposition?"

She looked over at him. Feeling a bit uneasy for asking. He didn't make her feel uncomfortable. Quite the contrary, she actually felt an odd sense of security. He smiled and put his glas down. He broke the eyecontact as he stod up and slowly made his way towards the railing to look down at the crowd. One hand in his pant pocket. The other hand holding the cigarette. He snubbed it out on the railing and flicked it out into the club. He didn't care if it hit someone on it's way down. He's done much worse that fling a cigarette at someone. He had much bigger things to worry about than that. Not that it even matters.

"I watched you tonight. You are.."

He paused for a second. His mind working like a fine tuned machinery.

"..different."

He watched the crowd beneath. The way it moved and pulsed. How people acted. They where like ants to him. The reflection of the light dancing in his eyes. He turned around and leaned on the railing. He seemed serious but gave Y/n a smirk.

"So my proposition to you is to come with me. Stay with me. Let me care for you. Your needs. Your want. Your desires. You'll have time to adjust of course. All I ask is for you to be mine."

His tone was stern yet charming. He grinned. His gold tooth showing. The offer didn't seem threatening. It felt.. honest. Y/n felt the warmth in her cheeks at his words. A slight blush would have been visible in better lighting. But she was still left with confusion. Her mind started spinning. Not feeling like she was worth for anything like that. Why her of all people? She needed to process it. Think about what he offered. It was tempting. The apartment wasn't really much to brag about if she was honest. She like her colleagues, but not having to work sounded nice. And he was a really handsome man. Like devilishly handsome. Attractive in a whole new way she couldn't begin to explain. And he had been kind towards her so far. Not posing any kind of threat or violence. He observed her as she thought about his offer.

"So if I say yes I don't have to stay in my apartment, I don't need to work. I can still have some time to myself and go out. I just have to live with you and be yours?"

Y/n looked at him. Slightly nervous but more calm than earlier. She actually started to like the idea of his proposition. She waited for an answer. He nodded, smiling. Lighting a new cigarette and taking a drag. He let the smoke slowly out of his mouth. It slithered up. Smooth motions across his face before it disappeared up into the air. It looked so impressive, made him seen almost like a demon. In a very attractive way. He gently walked towards Y/n. Stopping a few steps in front of her. Looking down.

"All you have to do is say yes."

Y/n looked down at her lap. Looking for anything to hold her sight still on. She really wanted to say yes. But she couldn't get her words out. They where stuck in her throat. It felt so unreal. It all happened so fast. She had just been down with her colleagues. After her first week in a new job. In a new city. And now she's sitting here. In front of a mafia boss who wants her to himself. She tried wagering the positives and negatives. She was lost in thought. So lost that she didn't even notice him gently squatting down in front of her. A calm observing face. He gave her the time she needed. He took her hands and held them in his own. Careful. Comforting. Patient. She looked at him, soflty nodding. Her mind was made up. She managed to whisper out a single word.

"Yes."

It was as if his face lit up. A big grin spreading across his face. His eyes almost sparkling with joy. Both turned their heads as the door opened. It was Antonio coming back. One hand behind his back and the other holding the drink. The Don stod up with his arms out to his sides.

"Ah there you are Antonio! Great timing. Get over here with that glas this deserves a celebration."

He grinned as Antonio came closer. Blowing out a cloud of smoke. Antonio smiled softly.

"Congratulations boss."

He nodded towards the Don as he leaned down and handed Y/n her drink. He gave her a kind and knowing smile.

"Here you go miss. You won't regret your decision."

Antonio almost whispered the last part. He gave Y/n a quick wink that made her blush slightly. She hadn't noticed how similar they both looked. They had their differences of course. Antonio was a bit taller and looked a bit bulkier than his boss. Both had their own colour scheme. She put her glas up to her mouth as Antonio moved away. The Don placed a hand on Antonios shoulder and walked him over to the railings. Y/n could see them talking, but couldn't hear any of it. It was like watching a movie scene with only music in the background. She couldn't hear them at all. They where probably whispering. There couldn't be any other explanation. They where smiling. The Don smirked at Antonio and patted his shoulder. Then Antonio politely left. The Don then turned to Y/n with a broad grin. He walked forward and put a hand out for her to grab and stand up. She put her glas down before she put her hand in his and rose from her seat. He gently placed a kiss on her hand.

"Forgive my manners and let me introduce myself properly. My name is Lorenzo B. Geuse, but you can call me anything you like dear. May I ask what your name is doll?"

He had a seductive smile. His dark eyes looking at her. She could see how a desire grew in his eyes every second. Like he held something back. Waiting. Her cheeks where blushed. A shy smile grew on her face.

"My name is Y/n Y/L/n."

He grinned and softly put a hand on her cheek. His hand felt cold, but it quickly warmed up on her cheek. Odd but she didn't think any of it. He softly stroked his thumb up and down her cheek. Admiring her. She looked at him again. He was so close to her now. She could feel a warmth building inside. The tension in the air. Their eyes locked at each other. He didn't do anything to rush her. He waited for her invitation. When she leaned in for a kiss he got his permission. He kissed her back like he had longed for it. He put his arms on her back and held her closer. She melted into it and put her arms around his neck. It felt so good. Like she was free and whole. She hadn't noticed how she missed feeling wanted. Needed. Panting has they broke apart. They looked at each other with heavy eyelids. He started kissing down her neck. Feeling his way down with his lips. Finding every sweet spot that made her arch and moan softly. He turned her around, hands on her hips, pulling her close to him. She could feel him growing hard against her ass. He continued to explore her neck. His breath heavy on her. She leaned her head back on his shoulder. Panting lightly. She hadn't felt like this in a long time. It felt incredible. He sucked down on her neck leaving a few hickeys to mark her. She was his. Pulling away he pressed a kiss to her temple. His gravely voice pulling her back to consciousness.

"You're perfect doll face.."

He slowly moved his hand down from her hip, stopping at her thigh. Softly squeezing it. He could hear her uneven breathing. Smirking to himself. His fingers delicately curled to pull her dress up, revealing her black lace panties. He moved his hand to her crotch. Her breath hitched at his movements. His fingers gently stroked and pressed into the moist fabric. She never even noticed how wet she had become. How close she was to realise already from the tension alone. He gently rubbed circles in the area her clit was to give her the friction she needed. He observed her every response. Every reaction she had from his touch. As her breath became heavier and small moans formed he started kissing along her neck again. Using his tounge, lips and teeth. Her body started to tense up. He grinned into her neck and continued his work. She became louder as she was close. Her moans was like a sweet dessert to him. As she came her body froze up and she could feel the pulsating inside. He held her close and slowly stopped rubbing. A small whimper was the last sound she managed to make. As she relaxed he kissed her temple again. He picked her up bridal style, letting her rest against his chest. She felt so tired and happy. His voice was the last thing she heard before letting sleep take over.

"Let's get you home darling."

[thirteen-fifteen]

I really like The Church On Ruby Road because the concept is so funny. Ruby meets a random gay guy in the club who she bumps into again the next day and he reveals that he somehow knows about time travel and then he hangs out in her house and her family are like who is this. Then he starts oversharing about his life.

[eddieisinlove]

TW FLASHING LIGHTS/GLITCHES

the scene where Eddie gets shot but I made it an analogue horror game

[ladysophiebeckett]

daniel valencia hater nation rise!! that bitch is dead!!!!!!!!

[ask-the-biggering-onceler]

Hrmmm…

…The ball’s happening, it’s finally here. Sigh. I’m just so glad it worked…once I announced this thing the ask box toned down a bit, thank God…

Welllll…I’ve got time, no? I’ve already got my good suit on, and not TOO many people have arrived yet. I could just make a quick pit stop to my office then head right on out to the ballroom.

Fashionably late, of course~!!

[skitskatdacat63]

Yes these have all already been posted, but 2023 Vettonso comp post for me because I'm going to have an emotional breakdown

[theguardianace]

Run Away

[ID: a digital painting of Akiyama Mizuki. Their pose and outfit are from their “The Words Only I Can Convey” card. They are painted with more detail in color and visible brush strokes. The background is a deep blue with sparkles rising from the bottom. /end ID]

[ssruis]

I don’t think emu is a gamer god by any means but I think if you put her in front of any game she’ll either fail her way upwards (somehow panic mashes the buttons her way to success) or find some completely new never found before glitch that destroys that game’s speed running scene

[hadesoftheladies]

kidology the youtuber just came out as a lesbian and she was talking about how disappointed she was because it meant now she had an even slimmer chance of finding love in the modern dating hellscape.

and i just found it so funny because when i realized i liked women i was so happy because it meant that my odds of finding someone who wouldn't kill me and make my life a living hell had increased

i had always seen my chances of finding love among men 1% and thought that might be too idealistic. bisexuality gave me a better shot at marriage and romance.

that being said, i'm still entirely single and have lost hope :)

[monsterbeetlebug]

A quick turn of events, part 1.

Beetlejuice x FemReader Mafia AU

Eventuall smut starts in part 2.

Possible TW: smoking, alcohol

-> part 2

The Don

A thin layer of smoke floats in a dimly lit room. The soft sounds of a fireplace crackling and dying out. A dark wooden desk is overflowing with papers and stacks of money. There's a glas of whiskey. Still cold. A ball of ice floating slowly around. Making a soft clink when it hits the glass. A full ashtray with a half smoked cigar resting on the edge. Smoke rising from the tip.

As the fireplace let's out it's last big crack from the burnt wood a chair creaks. In the darkness behind the desk it slowly turns around. Facing the door. A hand reaches out from the shadows. Elegantly picking up the cigar and lifting it up to the owners lips. Then it picks up the glas and swirls the whiskey around. The ball of ice clinking around in the glas. A low and raspy voice mutters into the silent room.

"I feel like the club could use a checkup today."

Sweeping the floor of a local store, Y/n couldn't wait to finish her shift. It was Friday. The end of the first week at her new job. She had been invited to go out together with some of her colleagues. And she was excited about it. She'd get to know them more than just at work. Y/n had moved across the country for a fresh start. So she felt happy that her colleagues wanted to invite her. It made her feel more included in her job and around them. Made her confident with her new start.

After closing up shop and saying goodbye to the others working the closing shift she walked home. It wasn't a long walk. Probably a five minute walk or so. Y/n spent the afternoon getting ready. Taking a shower to wash away work and feel fresh. She rested and ate some food while her hair was drying. Taking her time to doll up a little and listening to her favourite songs.

Before leaving she checked her outfit in the mirror. She had put one of her black dresses on. One that she liked and felt at least at bit pretty wearing. She put on her high heeled boots that somehow matched with the dress. Her hair was free and wild, it felt good. She had put on her favourite pair of silver hoop earrings and some mascara. A simple but pretty necklace to match the earrings. She actually felt pretty cool. Posing and being silly in front of the mirror before she left. Smiling while leaving her apartment.

She met her colleagues just down the street. Waving and saying hi as she approached them. She felt curious about the place they were going. A local nightclub. Y/n had never been in a place like that before. It was exciting. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she walked together with her colleagues. They assured her that this place was amazing and that she would love it. Telling her about all the different drinks. The music. The decor of the place. Mentioning that some local hotties usually went there too. Maybe she could have some fun with an attractive guy tonight. As they got closer Y/n could hear the low beat of the music. The entrance looked spectacular. Almost like an old timey cinema but way more class. The inside kept it vintage and classy but still feeling like a nightclub. She was in awe. Here eyes not knowing where to look first.

Her colleagues lead her to the bar. They started ordering drinks of all sizes and colours. Once Y/n got her drink she started looking around herself just taking in the scenery of the club. She sipped at a bright green drink that tasted like a sweet delicious apple as she looked around. It looked so elegant while keeping the club and nightlife wild. It was full of black, green and gold. Purple neon lights tastefully placed. Sitting booths had dim orange lighting. The whole place felt so eccentric and perfectly balanced. People where dancing, lounging and having fun. It even had a VIP lounge too. Not that it seemed to really be used right now. She thought it was empty at first glance. Looking back at it she could she teh outline of man leaning on the railing. She looked away. Was his eyes glowing? No. That's just silly. It was probably just the glow of his cigarette. Yes. That must have been it.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder she jumped slightly and turned around. Her heartbeat skyrocketed for a second. She turned to see one of her colleagues smiling and laughing. Y/n let put a relived breath and a laugh.

"Didn't mean to scare you, but I wanted to ask what you think so far?"

Y/n started smiling again as she answered.

"Oh, it's great. This place looks so cool. I couldn't even have imagined a more impressive place."

Giving an honest answer. She turned slightly to look up at the lounge again. The man was gone now. Only smoke seemed to flow gently from the lounge. Who was that guy. Was it even a guy in the first place? And why did she feel so curious. Something about it felt so mysterious. Her colleague looked up at the lounge too now. Cocking an eyebrow. They looked back at Y/n before they spoke out.

"It's probably just the Don. He owns the place. Rarely visits though. Heh, maybe someone will have a lucky night today."

She looked at her colleague. Giving her a slight look of confusion. Not understanding what was so lucky about the Don visiting his own club. He didn't even seem to wanna be around other people at all. How odd.

"Lucky night? How?"

Y/n asked and took a sip from her drink. Interested in what they meant. How could it be any different than any other night. It didn't seem like he did to much out of being there. Her colleague put her drink on a tall lounge table they stod close to.

"Okay, so here's the juicy story of how this could be a lucky night. That man up there is a single, powerful and handsome dude. And.. He usually picks out a gal maybe even a few later in the night to spoil while he's at the club. So if anyone has some luck maybe he'll pick one or more of us to join him later. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

Y/n looked back up at the lounge. A bit lost in thought. Not really sure if it was something to be excited about or just ignore it all together. She shifted her view and looked into her drink.

"Yeah.."

Her colleague slightly bumps her shoulder and giggles.

"Come on, let's join the others and have some fun. Really let loose tonight."

Smiling and nodding Y/n finishes her drink. Puts the glass down on the table and joins her colleagues on the dance floor. They dance and joke together. Having a blast and forgetting the rest of the world for a while. They even play some billiard and shuffle board. Her colleagues try flirting with some hot people. Some end up leaving with their catch of the night. Y/n didn't really find anyone interesting. She still had the curious thought of the Mafia boss in the back of her mind. It was intriguing. Getting back to the bar Y/n orders a drink that sounds interesting. She chats with one of her colleagues. Feeling happy and content with her night.

That's when she feels a tap on her shoulder. Huh? She turned to look at who tapped her shoulder. She froze up a little . Even other people around started slightly. A tall and pale man looked down at her with a serious face. He looked almost like a ghost. He wore a beautiful dark blue suit with silver accessories. His dark hair was slicked back. His right ear had a rift in it. Hands behind his back. A raspy yet soft and dark voice spoke out. Was this the Don your colleague spoke about. He looked so intimidating and handsome.

"Follow me."

Y/n blinks a few times. What? What's happening now. She looked to her colleagues in confusion. Then back at the man. They where just as shocked as her. This surely had to be a mistake.

"Me? Are you sure?"

The man just looked down at her with the same serious face. Not angry or annoyed. He just looked calm as he answered.

"Yes, boss asked for you spesifically."

Y/n turned to her colleagues. One of them whispered and shooed her to follow him. Smiling at her.

"The Don obviously picked you. Come on. Go. Enjoy it."

The man turned and started walking towards the stairway of the VIP lounge. Y/n quickly followed. She smiled and waved goodbye to her colleagues. Questions passed through her head on the way up to. Who was the Don if this wasn't him? What could he possibly want with her? Was she dreaming? How is she the one to be picked. She wasn't even the prettiest girl in the club. Was he really sure she was the right girl? She didn't even have time to ask before he stopped. He opened a black door leading into the lounge stepping aside to let her in first. She softly thanked him and nervously went in. The tall man closed the door behind him and stood guarding next to it. The beat of the music still going but sounding a lot lower. Not knowing what to expect she looked around. Curious of what was going on. Only thinking of being respectful. Better to be safe than sorry, right.

Y/n looked around in the dark room. It looked empty. Except for the glass of whisky on the table. A black couch stretching along the wall on her right. She felt so confused. How was it empty? Then she noticed the outline of a man sitting on the couch. Fear started creeping into her. Her breath quivered a bit.

"No need to be scared darling."

A voice chuckled from the shadows. A click and he lit a cigarette. The soft glow lit up the mans face for a few seconds. He had a smirk on his face. The shimmer of a gold tooth peaked out in his smirk. A devilish glint in his eyes. Y/n heard the burning from the cigarette. Smoke seeped out in the room from where he sat. He slowly raised from his seat. He snapped his fingers and the room lit up a bit. Still dim but she could at least see better. She could see him now. And he was an impressing looking man. Dangerously handsome. His eyes looked dark as if there was a shadow around them. Almost ghostly. He wore a dark green pinstripe suit complete with a black shirt. A black tie and matching pocket square. He had several gold rings matching his gold tooth. His hair was slicked back and green towards the tips. Just the view of him sent a good feeling up her spine. But how did he do that? Maybe the other guy turned up the lights. The man slowly made his way over to Y/n. He gently placed the cigarette between his lips. His dark eyes studying her. She felt awkward standing there. Not knowing where to place her hands. Not knowing where to look. He walked up to her. He stopped right next to her facing the door and the taller man.

"Antonio, be a gent and get her something to drink would you. Anything she wants."

He turned around. Blowing out another puff of smoke. He never touched the cigarette after having placed it between his lips. It was surprisingly attractive to watch. He never even had the need to take it out to speak. He was waiting for Antonio as he apparently was called. Antonio took a step closer to them.

"Want do you want miss?"

Y/n panicked. What drink did she remember. She didn't really remember any except one.

"Uh..a blue lagoon, thank you."

She felt so out of place. Not wanting to upset any of them. Most of all the Don. He put an arm out and gestured to the couch. Letting her go first and sit down. He sits down next to her, but still keeping a short distance to not make her to uncomfortable. Taking the cigarette and holding it between his index and middle finger. Soflty scratching his chin with the same hand. His dark raspy voice breaking through the low beat of the music down stairs.

"So, I have this proposition for you."

[loafbud]

The first Splatoon game turned 8 yesterday!

[queen-scribbles]

Y'know one thing they've changed in SWtOR that I miss aside from free QT?

Rep trophies stacking in your inventory until you choose to use them, instead of being instantly consumed when you complete a daily/loot them. Also, while we're at it, dailies resetting from when you turned them in rather than having a set time they reset.

[kirisclangen]

Bayclan: Resourceful, Quick to help, and Intrepid

If there were ever a clan that one could always rely on, it’s Bayclan. These cats are dependable and well-rounded, and are often more than willing to lend a helping paw to a cat in need. Being the second-largest of the clans— previously the largest— they’re always got plenty of cats that are eager to help out, even if that just means it gives them something to do. Despite several of the most active and fast-paced cats in the clan leaving to form Vixenclan, many Bayclan cats are quick to bore, and will take on even the dullest of tasks on so long as it allows them to do something with their paws. Bayclan is led by Gullstar, and is camped by the tide pools by the bay shore.

[droughtofapathy]

I was going to turn in early, except now I'm plagued by thoughts of how Avis DeVoto and Blanche Knopf canonically (and also like... the real-life women) existed in a time where they didn't have the federally-protected right to vote. And sure, by the time the real Avis was 18, the 19th amendment passed two years prior, but Blanche spent eight years of her adult life unable to vote. What kind of impact must that have had on her as a person?

[applexi]

guuuh a way out is such a great game, incredibly niche title that everyone should actually check out - like seriously. why didn't I pick up on this game when everyone was still posting about it... 5 years ago....

[saxifrage-wreath]

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